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I grit out, pulling back angrily and realizing he was basically throwing the match. The warrior muttered under his breath, “Better by you than the alpha beating me into a bloody pulp.” “Are these Gabe’s warriors?” I scoffed, purposefully egging him on. “Hah los guerreros de mi tío Javier les ganan cualquier día. (my Uncle Xavier’s pack could beat you any day)” My opponents eyes hardened. I’d gotten to him. This time, when I threw a punch, he caught my hand in his and twisted, bringing me to my knees. But I was ready. I stuck my leg out, tripping him onto his back and tackled him triumphantly.

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

Then I saw more clothes, the warrior’s clothes, ripped, scattered on the ground. The fourth warrior had shifted. And he’d gone after Lucia and Adrian. It was at that exact moment that I heard a blood-curdling scream. Lucia. The warrior hadn’t just gone after them…. He’d FOUND them.

The blood-colored aura was then shattered slowly with a loud bang. “How is this possible?” The Fourth Guardian was flabbergasted, as were the members of Eternal Fire who stood behind him. Tyr didn’t give the Fourth Guardian a chance to react. In the blink of an eye, he showed up in a flash beside his opponent in an instant. He stretched out his finger and poked his opponent’s forehead. Vitality aura surged arond the man before exploding on the spot. That boorish man fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The faint, rhythmic beep from the corner of the room. Valerio’s gaze snapped to a box under the table. Red light blinking. C4. Sera’s heart dropped. “He’s going to blow the building.” “No,” Gianluca whispered. “You’re going to blow with it.” He lunged—not at them, but toward the detonator. Valerio fired. The bullet hit Gianluca’s shoulder, spinning him. Sera rushed forward, kicking the detonator from his hand before he could press the trigger. It clattered across the floor, sparks flickering but failing to ignite.

Leaving me completely gobsmacked and standing gawping like a complete moron. He knows how to push my buttons alright; anger buttons, and I am fuming as horny heat is replaced with fiery anger. I just blink at him, my heart pounding, pride wounded and a tiny tremor of rage simmering inside of me like a dull ember trying to catch alight. Breathing hard and just locked on that gaze in a silent war of ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ Carrero is an utter fucking arsehole of epic proportions. He is no gentleman at all!!!

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

Chapter 37 • • • • • • • • • • The clash between Levi and Sangre's man intensified, his movements blurring together in a symphony of power and agility. The sound of fists meeting flesh reverberated through the clearing, accompanied by grunts of exertion and the occasional cry of pain. The air crackled with an electric energy, a testament to the intensity of their battle. Levi's mind focused solely on his opponent, his instincts guiding his every move. He danced on the edge of exhaustion, his body pushed to its limits. Yet, he fought on, drawing strength from the bonds of camaraderie and the shared purpose of their mission.

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so

Guerra shifted on her feet uncomfortably, his gaze was making her chest thud. "You are the one being rude, I never asked for your help." He said coldly and began to walk away again, huh? Is that what he would say? Hover suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at somewhere and when Guerra traced his eye sight, he was looking Faricenda who was running after the crying Dama.