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I mirrored his excitement and bumped my fist against his, a wide smile spreading across my face. "Good to see you too, Klaus," I said warmly. "I like your new glasses, by the way," I added, pointing to the stylish frames perched on his nose. He chuckled, adjusting the glasses as he sat down opposite me. "It's impressive that you noticed, so thanks," Klaus said, gesturing towards Klaus while wearing a playful smile. "Anyway, Clark's a bit grumpy today, so we'll take our leave first. See you later, guys," Klaus added, waving his hand as he began to tug at Clark's sleeve, urging him to leave.

It would be one hell of a brutal war to win. “He wouldn’t do it if he values his life as much as he values his wealth,” Stefano said with a small smile. Clavier hated that smile because it was something that he didn’t want to know. Stefano was a mysterious daemon. He didn’t say much of his plans. Whatever he said, that would be the end of it even if Clavier kept asking him over and over.

Klaus; Have you ever been wronged, messed upon, inflicted on, and all other fucking shit no one wants to experience, especially by someone who was regarded as a family? Someone who should have been fucking grateful he was offered a home? Well, I do. And for years, I have been living for a sole purpose; To exert my revenge. I am Klaus Fabian. The Don of the Bianchi Syndicate, passed on to me by my father. I live for Revenge, and War is my Medicine. Traitors, most especially, have no place in my world. They have no right to breathe the same air I do. That would be a fucking blow to my existence.

It was the rugged guy I'd met outside before. "Mind if I have one?" His demeanor, his calculative gaze and his stance, all meant one thing. "So, you're Kieran's Beta?" I offered him a stick and he took it before sitting beside me. "Brother. My name is Klaus." I was even more shocked. "I never knew he had a brother." He smiled and lit up his cigarette. "You don't know because I haven't been around much. I come back sometimes hoping to change his mind."

Recognition crashed into me like a storm. The man from the tunnel Klaus. He stepped closer, boots silent on the bloody tiles. “There you are.” My stomach dropped. “I’ve been looking for you.”

I can’t help the sense of wonder that disbands my thoughts whenever he’s mentioned. He is the only being I know who has successfully outsmarted Mr. Consulate. That is no small feat. What’s more, he continues to outsmart him, each and every day. At the very least, it speaks to his intelligence, no matter how loathsome and detestable he might be. Klaus glances at his watch, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “We’ll be leaving any minute now,” he murmurs, adjusting his cuffs back into place. “Do you have everything you need?”

They seemed curious about me but refrained from asking questions. As we walked back toward the house, Klaus broke the silence. “I’ve served Mr. Romanov for nearly ten years,” he said, as if anticipating my curiosity. “In that time, I’ve seen him grow into the man he is today—strong, determined, and deeply protective of those he loves.” Hearing this from Klaus affirmed what I already knew: Lukas carried more burdens than he ever let on. When we returned to the house, Lukas was waiting in the study. He looked up as I entered, his face lighting up with a smile that warmed me instantly. “How was your morning?”

Something about his laughter irritates me, “today will be the last day for your laughter.” Tanner’s POV We have waited for close to one hour. I was getting restless, but the reassuring calmness on the boss’s face gave me strength to continue waiting. There is something mysterious about Smith. “How can somebody about to kill people be so calm?” I thought. Sometimes, it scares the hell out of me. I feel that maybe he has a dual personality. I was going to say something but he signaled me to keep quiet by placing his finger on his mouth. Mr Stewart was the first to walk in, we quickly knocked him out cold, same with the lady with them.

She exchanged a wary glance with Zoe, who nodded imperceptibly, her eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of treachery. Without hesitation, Ulrich and Zoe charged towards the suspicious scent, their paws pounding the earth in unison. They burst through the underbrush, confronting a shocking sight: one of their own pack members, a young werewolf named Akira, stood frozen, a look of guilt etched on his face. Akira's eyes darted towards Ryker's pack, then back to Ulrich and Zoe, his expression betraying his betrayal. Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications.

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."