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It was Miller. Jax hadn't even broken his stride. He caught Miller’s wrist in a hand that looked large enough to crush a skull, his knuckles scarred and stained with the grease of his morning’s work. With a sharp twist, he sent the bully stumbling backward into the dirt. The other two jocks lunged, but they were nothing compared to a man who grew up fighting for air in the Vance empire and fighting for respect on the asphalt.

It was still not dark when Carlo returned and he could tell he was in a good mood, but when he saw the untouched meal laid out in front of the cage he frowned, "You haven't eaten all day?" Cynthia glared at him through the bars, "How long are you going to keep me locked up?" "I won't keep you locked up if you behave." Carlo crouched down and looked level with Cynthia. The eyes, which clearly looked exactly like Carlo's, showed a different emotion. They were the eyes of an insatiable and dangerous hunter who had just acquired a trophy. Cynthia in her cage was a dying reindeer. "Who am I to listen to you!" Cynthia stubbornly strained her neck, and would have looked tougher if she hadn't been w

Copper haired man grunted, tearing off his shirt so that the sweaty veins of his muscles rippled beneath the tan skin as he grinned at me. “Not bad sonny, not bad at all.” Eddie replied, squatting on his haunches to grip my hair roughly before I honked him in the nose with the flat of my palm, connecting with a satisfying crunch. “Fucking bitch hit you!” Johnny screeched and I spat a bloodied clump at him too, giving up any hope of escape completely. No way I was going into this without fatal injuries and dammit if I wasn’t looking forward to it.

Kim chuckled softly. John agitatedly brought a gun from his back and pointed it at Kim. "Are you fu¢king with me! Uhn! My life and my family's own is on the line here" John spoke out fearfully, with sweat allover his face. "Why in the world is one man not dead..is he a god? Or some kind of supernatural creature? Just one guy, you all find him hard to kill!" Kim swiftly disarmed John of the gun, gave him a knee kick at his lower abdomen, causing John to squat in pain, blood dripping from his mouth. Kim threw the gun to the ground, dragged John up by the collar of his shirt and faced him.

She was paralyzed by the conflicting emotions coursing through her – shock, fear, disbelief. "Ameera," Haider's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the world she had just glimpsed. Ameera's eyes remained fixed on the wall, on the faces that stared back at her. Faces that had been silenced by the Black Mafia. She felt her legs move almost on their own, carrying her towards the wall as if drawn by an unseen force. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her words a whisper. "You're... you're the Black Mafia?"

Without warning or hesitation, he raised his hand high and swung it hard and fast right across my face. SLAP!!! The sound echoed sharply and painfully throughout the silent room, loud and clear exactly the same way my hand sounded when I slapped Chloe earlier tonight. The force was so strong and heavy that my whole body swayed sideways violently, and I almost lost my balance falling heavily onto the floor. A sharp burning sensation instantly spread across my entire cheek and jaw, hot, painful, and throbbing heavily, and I instantly tasted metallic blood filling my mouth from where my teeth accidentally bit deep into the inner skin of my cheek. My head spun painfully, and tears instantly rush

"Carter. Used to run logistics for us. Retired two years ago." Carter shouldn’t be here. Carter should be in the Bahamas drinking cheap rum. But Carter’s eyes were wrong. Dead, hollow, ringed in subtle ridges. A Neurovore pilot. "J," I said. "Remember how I said MiBs are strong?" "Yeah." "They're stronger when something's wearing them." The thing in Carter moved fast. Too fast. It tore through cover like cardboard, grabbed Jonie, and hurled her like a ragdoll. Rachelle tackled it, slamming it back with sheer rage and a phase-charged bayonet.

that had been prepared for her on the bed. It was a cute and innocent-looking Japanese high school uniform. A tiny white shirt, a short plaid skirt, and clean white knee-high socks. But what made it extraordinary was the “accessory” that was placed next to it… a thin black leather collar with a leash made of a small silver chain. “Tonight… we’re going to play a game,” Kieran’s voice came from the shadows, before her tall, broad figure slowly appeared under the spotlight. Kieran was in the role of the all-powerful “Master.” She wore a black shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing her strong chest, tight black slacks, and in her hand, she held a small, shiny polished leather cane.

Jean rewound the footage and it showed a tall man in a baseball hat, shades and face mask enter hurriedly. “I don't recognize him.” Jo admitted. “Me too. Jean can you run facial recognition?” Ash asked. “If you think I can run a facial recognition with how grainy this footage is and how covered his face is, then you probably watch too many TV shows for your own good.” Jean proclaimed. Minutes later, the footage showed a gangster and his thugs walk up the stairs with swagger and duffel bags. “J-Cane.” Ash and Jo said simultaneously. “You know him?” Jean asked.

Margo continued to talk to show to them that she is pissed because they do not want to tell anything to her. Until they got there, the irritation was still evident in her face but Talia and Kiel did not mind Margo anymore. They went inside the police station to see Cage. They waited for a minute before Cage entered to the room where Talia is waiting. Kiel and Margo just waited for her outside the room, somehow guarding because Cage might hurt her all of a sudden though Cage was in a handcuff. "Whoa, a Zanea," Cage uttered as a greet and sat in front of her. "You doing here? Will you ask about how good you are in shooting?"