Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

The fourth had already begun repositioning responsibility before the call ended. Jakob listened, then closed his notebook. “You’re not guessing,” he said. He stood and walked to the window. The city stretched out behind the glass, hard lines and reflected sky. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “I built this place to run without sentiment. Most people eventually show me where their sentiment lives. You haven’t yet.” I stayed silent. Anything I said would either be a lie or a reveal. He turned from the window and looked at me directly. The attention was heavier than it had ever been. It moved over my face with no hurry, lingering at my mouth before returning to my eyes. My pulse tick

"Well then, we'll be happy to take them off your hands." Just as he reached for the pen to sign, I pulled my gun. "Before we do that, there's something else I want to talk about." The color drained from his face. His men went for their guns. The warehouse exploded into a standoff. "Like, for instance," I sneered, "your plan with Eliza." Marco's face was ashen. "What are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb." I pulled the trigger. BANG. One of his men dropped.

If they chose not to cherish it, there was nothing Victor could do. "Yes, my lord." Malcolm already had a taste of being the second-in-command, standing above thousands. Although he was hurting his own compatriots, he felt good. Ignoring what others thought of him, he swaggered over to the mech at the very edge. "Open your internal storage and cargo pod for inspection." "Yes, sir!" This mech clearly had nothing to hide. It opened its internal storage and cargo pod for Malcolm to inspect. However, among these two hundred odd mechs, not everyone was that honest.

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

“Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.” I ended the call with a tight grip, my knuckles pale from the pressure. I had built this empire on blood, fear, and loyalty and it seemed some fools had forgotten. They’d learn again tonight. Turning from the window, I barked another order into the intercom. “No one is to go near my wife, Not her family, not my family, not even the fucking maids unless cleared by Oliver himself. I don’t care wh

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

He took out his gun and his eyes trained on the door. "He killed Cole. He's going to involve Sir." He disconnected the call immediately and deleted his number. He leaned against the pillar, his half-opened eyes were on the door. He remembered the day when Andrew and his men kidnapped him. Antonio told him that I could be faithful. That saved his life. He wanted to be part of the Top-Ten. He felt as if it would shatter his dream but when he called him. He was glad to find out that he gave him another chance.

I didn't know if it was paternal or doctor instincts or feelings, remembering he was drooling the time we met at his laboratory. “I'm fine, Xander. I'm fine!” I pushed him off. “Get out! I need to change.” “Okay! But just know, Jeremy is already in the house.” “What?” “Yes! He killed all the other officers without even blinking. Some serious shit is going on in his head. Hurry!” “Where's Marlon?” “I don't know. He was here when we brought you, then went for a glass of water. He never came back.” What if Jeremy got to him first?

“They are rarely seen outside the mansion. Gavriil cancelled all travel. No staff has been fired; that means no one has seen her hurt her. She trains six hours a day. She eats with him. Sleeps in his bed. I read that line and have to leave the room so I don’t put my fist through another wall. During the day I run the empire like nothing is wrong. Malcolm handles the public face; I handle the parts that still need blood on my hands. But every minute I’m not holding my son, I’m staring at the burner phone that never rings. Waiting for her voice to tell me it’s time.

“You have nothing to worry about.” “I know, I know.” He nods repeatedly, his gaze wandering. “You have never given me a reason to worry, but Malcolm, that man is very unpredictable. One can never tell his next move. What if he arrives with an army to wipe us all out. We know nothing about his entourage.”