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Then, he switched his attention to Minato and squinted his eyes. "Minato Ikeda..." he mentioned his full name with pure distaste. "Are you trying to harass her?" Minato chuckled and sighed. "Cretheus de Rosa, long time no see." But then, he creased his forehead when it looked like something had made him remember something. "And what do you even mean that I am harassing her? I am not. Isn't that right, Kasumi?"

I wanted to find someone to blame, someone I could actually hit without getting my arm broken. Karlos would be a good candidate. He wasn't as intense as Luciano, but he was high enough in the Westwood hierarchy that yelling at him might actually make me feel better. The problem was, I never saw him. With Luciano refusing to leave the hospital, Karlos was the one keeping the entire pack from falling apart. He was the acting Alpha in everything but name, and he looked like he was vibrating with stress every time I caught a glimpse of him.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat. “The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…”

The black and white Range Rover Sports car of Kol drove into the compound before coming to a stop in front of the house. He stepped down from the car and Shelly sucked in a breath as she stared at him. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black jeans trouser with his black jacket. His dark hair wasn't styled but looked tousled. She yearned to run her hands over those messy curls of his. His dark eyes scanned the compound until they settled on her and a huge smile broke out on his face. "Don't forget to use protection!" She heard Kiara's whispered voice as she walked towards him. Throwing her a dirty look, she stepped into the car while he gently closed the door.

“What fish do we have to fry Carlos?” “The one and only, notorious Mafia Don in Orthus. Don Russo.” Master Carlos said with a hint of glitter in his eyes. Kara sighed because she knew that planning the perfect plan will be hell and might take weeks because they will be going up against an entire Mafia, “Since were done I’ll be off.” Kara said and left Carlos in the room with his words and thoughts.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

There is a knock on the door, and I went to open. Souls is standing on the other side, already looking worried, this war messed up everyone he doesn’t know what he is called for and already he looks like he has seen a ghost. “Come on in.” I leave him at the door and go join DJ. My brother is already gone by the time I come back. “What is the problem boss?” this guy has not even sat down and is already asking questions. “Karan took Krystal today, he wants to meet with me in Moscow in two days and I want you to go with me.” he looks shocked by the news, at least I have calmed down now.

she said. We were so happy that she would help us with this business. Very grateful for her. AT HOME I am getting ready to sleep now since I went home early tonight. My phone rang and saw Mark calling. "Hello?" I answered the phone. "Annyeong, Cara! How was your date - I mean your day" he laughed. "You set me up with your cousin," I laughed, "but it was great, I had fun," said. "Really? I'm glad to hear that. He had a great time too, that's what he said to me, so is there a second time?" he asked.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.