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"I wanted to have a normal life." George chuckled. "Normal life? With your bloody and dirty hands, you think you can act normal with normal people? What a funny delusion you have." He stood up and added a few more thousand dollars to the man's account. "However, this information helps me. I will reward you for that," he added. The man's eyes widened, but he trembled in relief, and George could see it. Thus, he did not pry about it anymore. His expression darkened, a mixture of concern and apprehension clouding his features as he processed the information.

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE This chapter marks a turning point where vengeance sharpens, alliances form, and the true nature of each character begins to unravel. I wanted to show not just the tension between power and pain, but the vulnerability that lingers beneath every choice they make. Emmanuelle’s strength, Drake’s transformation, and the quiet intensity of Adam’s planning all collide here and it’s only the beginning. Thank you for reading. If you’re enjoying the story so far, your support, feedback, or even just a comment goes a long way. I can’t wait to show you what’s coming next.f

I choked out between coughs as I robotically moved my arms to keep my body upright and away from this frightening character. “Is that his name?” the man asked with a deep, raspy voice that had a hint of growl in it. “He’s fine. He’s just been tranquilized.” “Tranquilized!” I exclaimed with dismay. I’d finally coughed away enough water to be able to breathe and talk. “Why?” “So he wouldn’t bite me, of course,” the man said with humor. Working my arms so that I was moving toward the shore while still looking at him, I asked, “Who are you?”

Warning This story is not meant for children or sensitive readers, especially because it contains violent scenes and foul invective. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Any character names, locations, and events are entirely fictitious.Anything that is related to real life is just completely coincidental or simply inspired by them. "I see, you are interested in becoming one of my contestants, right?" A man in a tuxedo asked a young woman. "Yes, sir." She responded carefully. "I mean, I want to be your contestant."

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

In the end, the man's blood was on the floor and he was still alive. “A job well done.” Master stated, starring down at the eyes of the man who killed seven maidens’ dreams and turned them into a shell of who they once were. Master then decided that she would not feel remorse for her actions, not when they all made the world better in some ways. Just like she had gotten rid of the bastard who made her start her journey, she had gotten rid of this one too. Master watched the life bled out of the man's eyes before looking at Rima who was rubbing her eyes, she was still sleepy. This part of the resistance had never interested her much.

The thought pisses me off and I find myself appearing right into the cell of the piece of shit that gets the wrong end of my anger today. I watch in amusement as the old man jerks off his bed in fright with a scream before falling into a heap on the cold stone floor. His action almost makes me want to chuckle and I smirk knowing that getting some answers is going to be fun. As I watch him it is apparent that he develops some courage as he rises and stands in front of me.

"What's your game in Mendorra? Where are the two martial generals?" The man spat out blood defiantly. "Go ahead, kill or maim me, but save your breath. You think I'll spill our plans? In your dreams!" As he finished speaking, Howard's wrist flicked, and three silver needles shot out, piercing the man's chest. "Aargh!" The man screamed hysterically, writhing on the ground, drenched in a chilling sweat. "I... I said... Please, stop... I said..." The man's plea broke off as he could not take it anymore, not even after a mere 30 seconds.

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."