Levi Erwin Novels & Stories

Chapter Sixteen — Steady Ground Levi's POV Levi had spent most of his adult life preparing for worst-case scenarios. He built contingency plans for boardroom pushback, stress-tested financial models against sudden market crashes, and mentally rehearsed the quiet devastation of the day someone he cared about would inevitably walk away. Control had always been his quiet armor—anticipation his shield. He had never planned for this. For Avery Delgado walking into his life like a storm he didn’t want to escape, winds fierce enough to strip away every careful layer he’d built.

Levi said, smoothly spinning me, "but Evan is keeping her and her new friends far away from us. She can't bother us." Aw. Damn it. "Then we came to this party for what?" I muttered. "I thought you'd want to celebrate your victory," Levi said. "There's no need to be so low-key about it." He dipped me suddenly—deep enough to steal my breath—then pulled me back up like it was nothing. "Why the fuck are you so good at this?" "My mom made me learn," Levi said. "Now I finally get to show off a bit." "Show off what?"

“Levi, you should stop making Kiel so nervous. I still need him to be alert in carrying his job." “He’s a coward for getting scared off so easily, sweetcheeks," Levi stated in a disapproving tone. “Oh?” Eric in his hunter's appearance practically slid into the conversation. “Another one? That’s ten, then.” “I’ve only scared off four, hon," was Levi’s immediate reply.

Instead, Levi unfolded himself from between my shoes and Evelyn’s dry cleaning. He was in full tactical black, down to the knees, balaclava bunched around his neck like a wilted scarf. There was a single rip at the elbow of his shirt, and a smear of what I really hoped was garden mud along the thigh. He glanced at the door, then back at me. “That was close,” he said, his voice soft enough to keep the air from moving. “Thank god for the scent blockers.” He dusted off his sleeves and stepped all the way out, looking much too tall for the ceiling. For a second, we just stared at each other, like maybe I was supposed to say something first.

I said to Lory as she was setting up the plates. "What? Why? We just got here." She replied. "I, uhm, I think we just go here another time." I lied. "Levi asked you to go here, didn't he? Why the sudden rush to leave? I haven't even met him yet." Lory said. "Let's just go, please," I said as grabbed her arm. I turn around to leave and was met with Levi, making me stop in my tracks. He stood there, supporting himself with a crutch.

My legs go weak and sweat breaks over my skin when I look up. Levi.

After being satisfied venting his frustrations all night, finally, in the early morning, Erwin decided to return to his house, the image of several heads being severed from his body was able to make Erwin put a faint smile on his handsome face. Seeing enemies dying created a pleasant sensation for Erwin, moreover, these enemies were people who were detrimental to society, so Erwin felt himself to be a god helping everyone. Erwin's business is indeed fairly dirty, apart from managing the many gambling establishments and prostitution in various countries, Black World also frequently sells human internal organs to people in need, as well as various types of weapons. However, they are

I opened my Skype and texted him: Levi: How about “Levi and Easton is the endgame”?

Dante yawned, stretching out his arms. I released a breath and clicked my tongue, knowing full well that things were far from over. "Dante, it’s only the beginning," I sighed deeply. "What?" Dante sat up. I looked around to make sure no one was around, then leaned closer. "Levi is a fed. He doesn’t know we know." I whispered. “His name isn’t even…” There was no need to beat around the bush when all routes would lead to the same end. Levi worked for the government, and that was that.

"He said Evangeline handles the logistics, but she’s unstable. If she sees the stock market destroying everything she stole, what is her likely next move?" Levi set the pen down with a quiet tap. He stood up, his massive frame instantly shifting the dynamic in the small room. He walked around the edge of the desk, stopping just two feet away from her. The familiar scent of cedarwood and rain surrounded her again, making her pulse quicken despite her mental preparation.