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I said and sit down in front of his desk. I hate traveling this far when so much is going on at home. Isla Martago is the last island I ever thought would call a meeting. Dwayne Isla Martago is the Lycan King and one of the oldest around, along with the new King Archer Isla Martago his son. They stick to themselves never really interfering into the shapeshifters world unless they have no other choice. “Dominic, you came alone?” Dwayne asked. Who was I supposed to bring with me? My daddy? Not going to fucking happen IM KiNG and I candle my shit on my own.

I twirled my hand in the air and he became whole before slowly lowering to the ground while I silently thanked Morena for sharing some tricks of the magical trade with me. “Now that the drama has ended, my good people, I must ask you once again if you are willing to join forces with those you have found abominable for the sake of our survival,” I said in a firm, strong voice. The room practically spoke in unison as they agreed to cooperate. “It is fortunate that the monarchs of two of the kingdoms we will align with are standing in this very hall. Most of you are aware that Geordie Brennus is king of Verso. What you may not realize is that Luthias was able to be saved, but not scarred fro

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

“And if my cock enters the conversation again, I’ll shoot yours.” I rolled my eyes internally at the tension rising between us. British God father, Italian Mafia Don, whichever location and name one called it, it was all the same. No crime boss liked working too closely with another. There was too much posturing involved that often ended with a pissing contest and guns being drawn. Maden was a trustworthy ally, but he wasn’t above pissing me off. Unfortunately, this partnership I had to resign myself to begrudgingly. If only for anything else, for the one thing that caught my interest.

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.

Chapter 4 “Mr Queen, I offer ten percent profit of all the goods that go through Harlem with an upfront cash of five million dollars'' Ryan opens a suitcase filled with cash. Alex sat across from Mr Queen, who was in charge of every business deal that directly or indirectly involved Harlem. The Mexicans that resided in Harlem took it upon themselves to stop every shipment involving the American syndicate. “The disrespect, I am disappointed Mr Donatello, five million dollars. What do you take me for” “I do not understand you are American why would you side with the Mexicans” “You have Mexican roots, Alex, why do you rule America?” “It seems you have done some background check on me” Alex grin

The Cardinal will have our heads if the attempt on the king’s life fails. The king of Utrif. This is interesting. I am not supposed to hear their conversation. Threads connect only among marked pack members and only they can converse through them. But I am an exception. I always have been. The Cardinal never did tell me how I was privy to every thread there was but he sure made use of it. A lot. “It is someone whose blood you will relish in spilling,” the rogue beta says. I make a face. You will relish in spilling his blood, the words sting. I don’t. I didn’t. I never will. I look down at my watch. One hour before my plane leaves. "I refuse."

They knew that he was a good man, a man who cared deeply about our family. Uncle Ryan requested to have himself excused in order to ease himself in the restroom. Afterwards, he returned to tell us more tales of the kingdom, of its history and its people. He told us about the great kings and queens who had ruled the kingdom, about their triumphs and failures. And just as Uncle Ryan was narrating one story after the other, Kevin walked in to join us. "May I share your fire?" he humbly requested with a smile, knowing fully well I could not deny him.

I want to ask, but my voice is buried somewhere in my throat. We move through a long hallway lined with paintings as Ezio walks at the front, hands clasped behind his back, the perfect picture of authority. He doesn't even need to look around; he knows every inch of this place. This is his kingdom. Finally, we reach a large sitting room with black leather furniture, gold-trimmed mirrors, and a fire crackling lazily in the hearth. He turns toward me, then gestures for his men to release me. They do, instantly, and my arms feel weightless without their grip, but my knees almost give out.