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I was moving before I even thought about it, claws sliding free, rage rushing through me like fire. “Lucas!” Ryder shouted, rushing forward and grabbing my arm before I could charge blindly. “They’re organized—Dalton and Marcus Reid are leading them!” Sure enough, Reid’s maniacal laugh rang out above the chaos. “Storms!” he bellowed. “Your time ends tonight!” “Kill them all. Leave Dominic and Lucas to me!” Dalton’s voice echoed from the back of the hall, and then all hell was let loose as my father’s warriors and the rogues clashed.the fighting truly began.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

“That night Marcus died, was another of his worse nights. Derek stopped him, and Marcus tried to attack him. No… he tried to KILL his own son. And Derek had no choice but to defend himself AND me. That was when Gerard came in.” The conflicted looks on the Elders’ faces made hope stir within me again. She continued, “He never even mourned his friend’s death. The first thing he did when he saw Marcus’ dead body was to threaten us. He saw Marcus’ death as a way to gain more power over us. You may not believe me Elders, but this is the truth and I will make an oath to that effect if anyone demands it.” Then she added, “I also know that Gerard is only acting this way because he wanted his daughte

MARCO The weight of Danzo on my chest was suffocating. My head throbbed from the blow he’d landed earlier, and my ribs felt like they’d been shattered into pieces. The blade in his hand hovered just inches above me, glinting under the dim light, mocking me with its inevitability. My muscles strained as I pushed against him, but Danzo was relentless, pressing down with the weight of his body and his victory. “Well, Marco,” he sneered, leaning closer. His breath reeked of blood and spite. “Looks like this is it for you. No backup. No miraculous last-minute escape. And this time?” He chuckled, his grin wicked. “No plot armor to save you.”

I channel it. If Dante wanted a war, I would give him one. If Dante wanted to hold what he values at the cost of everything else, he would find that I have no shortage of means. The world has rules to obey and ones I will bend. The line between them is the measure of a man. Reaching for the phoneI called Director Chen back. “You have your orders,” I said. “Find them. And find out what Marco truly is before anyone else decides his fate.” Outside, the rain softened into a mist. Inside, I folded the photos back into the folder. Power, I thought, is a cold arithmetic. It is patience measured in loss and leverage counted in lives.

Abaddon's blood seared through his veins like corrosive acid. "Retrieve him," Abaddon commanded, his voice a frigid edict. "I wish to gaze into the eyes of the man who dared to encroach upon what is rightfully mine." The hunt had reached its zenith, and retribution loomed on the horizon. Marco Evans had unwittingly crossed paths with a force far more formidable than he could have ever imagined—a force propelled by unwavering loyalty and concealed darkness. Abaddon had sworn to protect Aurelia, and in the pursuit of that vow, he had unleashed the full extent of his power. In the criminal underworld, such oaths were sacred, and those who dared to defy them faced the shadow of ruthless retribut

His words were cut short as a fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling backward. My breath caught in my throat as I stepped back, eyes widening in shock. Before I could even process what was happening, Marco lunged forward, grabbing Armando by the collar with a fierce grip. In one swift motion, he delivered another punishing blow to Armando's jaw, the impact reverberating through the air. "You damn asshole," Marco spat, his voice thick with anger and contempt. But before he could retaliate further, Armando swiftly turned the tables, pinning Marco beneath him and landing mindless punches to his face.

Marco chimed, placing a plate of sugar-powdered pineapple and Negroni in front of me. “Good game.” I nodded to him. Marco sighed, looking at the sleeping beauty in my arms. “I don’t like the outcome.” He hummed, gesturing to her. “It was expected, and you know it.” Marco—my top enforcer—had a heart like a dove but a fist of a gauntlet. “Shitty father and—” “My debt!! Don’t ignore me.” I trailed towards him. “Right, right. I would like to know the backstory of why and how you stole from Il Don Volkov, but I couldn’t care less.”

Mr Rose wasn't just carrying vital data; he was carrying Marcus’s life as a hostage. "Take Aurora and go, Julian!" Jennifer commanded, without taking her eyes off Marcel. "But Jen, you can't go alone! He’s dangerous!" Julian shouted. "Go!" Jennifer snapped. "Get her to safety. Contact the backup team. I’ll deal with this traitor and bring Marcus back." Marcel moved with such speed that before Jennifer could fire, he kicked her hand, sending the pistol flying. With martial arts movements identical to Marcus’s yet far more aggressive, Marcel attacked.

"Miss me?" Behind him, more figures. Twenty. Thirty. More. All armed. All moving forward. Iron Serpents patches. Desert Reapers colors. Even some Bratva soldiers. An army. "Iron Serpents!" Marco shouted. "Move in!" Gunfire erupted. Marco's forces vs Victoria's guards. Bullets everywhere. Axel grabbed me. Pulled me down. Using the fallen guard as cover. "Stay low!" The loading dock became a war zone. Guards falling.