Novel & Cerita Justicar Grey Knight

he mutters. "That's not how you protect your family, Kian. Yes, they're still alive, but can you live knowing you killed innocent people?" Grayson's chest tightens. He approaches Kian and discreetly holds his hand. He might not have killed chairman Knight directly, but he was involved with most criminal operations. Kian would hardly recover from this, and Grayson wants to be here to remind him there's a chance to redeem himself.

Grey passed him a wicked grin and whipped around landing a bone crushing blow to Eric’s face knocking him out cold. “Yay!” Harley childish voice gained his attention. “You are my super hero.” She added throwing her hands carelessly over the railing, which seemed to be a terrible decision as her body tilted forward. “Harley, no!” Grey yelled.

KNIGHT ARCHANGEL'S POV "I heard he excluded himself again in finding his mate for this season. That woman must have been occupying his heart a little too much " she gave out a soft giggle and with grace as she throw a joke slap in the air. Dumb women! I snorted. "Lower your voice!" a young woman her age warned her. "You are talking about Knight, that is a very crazy man right there and you know that he kills when something gets on his nerves."

“Or, if one person is smaller, the smaller one should have some sort of self-defense—extra help. A weapon, maybe, to even the odds. That’s a fair match.” I got up, nodding. “Anyways. It was actually… not bad. You weren’t entirely mid watching you fight.” I turned to leave. Clatter. I spun around. Grey had reached behind his back and dropped a sleek, black training knife onto the mat—the kind with a dull edge but a very pointy tip. He looked at me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Pick it up and attack me.” “Are you trying to get killed?” I asked, honestly shocked.

Grayson. Of all people to be standing right in front of me when I’m two seconds away from exploding it just had to be Jace asshole Norman. ‘Fucking Perfect.’ He’s standing there in purple and black silver wolves jacket like he owns the place or something. His eyes light up as he sees my scowl, enjoying the effect he has on me. “What do you want, Norman?” Brandon asks his voice tight. But Jace just ignores him. “Shouldn’t you, Captain of the great and mighty ‘Fallen’ Knights,” he places emphasis on the fallen. “Be practicing, trying to defend your ‘legacy?”

She says gnashing her teeth, "Why did you do this?" The smile on Lucien Gray's fades away and his voice is as cold as ice, "I just want to get justice for Nelson and Nina. Nina was bitten by a snake, Nelson's eyes were burned, Nina Morrison and Troy Roger were secretly photographed. Jasmine Harris, do you dare to say that you have nothing to do with all this things?"

I don't want to make a deal with this devil again! "But you know me." He says softly, making me glare hard at the man sitting on the bed like some king. He puffed out a smock, disarming me with his cold gray eyes gazing at me emotionless. "Besides, did you ever see me give a fuck about the law?" I choose not to comment on anything on this question. I know his ways better than others as I saw how badly he treated his victims. But why me again? I left him to give him the peace he wanted without me around. After all these years, just why can't he let me live peacefully? Anger surges in me again, and I sneer, "Leave!"

There weren’t much eyewitnesses, no one would see what I’m doing, hitting his car to the side again he lost control getting off the road. I got out of my car with a big smile on my face, I skipped toward his holding my gun in my right hand, I opened the door of his car and got my new best friend out of his car, landing a strong hit on the back of his making him fall on the floor blacked out.

“I’m calling Grayson right now. This needs to go to his lawyers today.” “I assumed you’d say that,” she said quietly. “I’m ready.” “You’ve been ready longer than any of us,” I said. A small pause. “Mr Carter.” “Leo,” I said. “Please.” “Leo.” Something in her voice softened slightly. “He doesn’t have the power he thinks he has anymore. James Knight has been operating from behind his brother’s shadow for thirty years. The moment that shadow moved he panicked.” I inhaled. “Panicking men make mistakes.”

"The control was only recently activated. He has always been himself. Until now. You do not have to be concerned." Justice clenched his teeth in rage. He put his hand on Declan's, who instantly got him up on his feet. "Seems like he was resisting it." Declan muttered, pointing to Justice's chest. "What?" Justice examined his chest, finding no evidence of an injury. Just before he fainted, Angelo had healed him. Declan chuckled. "He could have easily evaded my blows as well. He was undoubtedly aware that I was following him." Justice sighed, forcing a smile. He then carried Gwydion on his back and dashed out of the dungeon.