Novel & Cerita Master Frown X Brock

I muttered, shifting under the heavy fur blanket. "She earns top coin as personal executive to my boss," Baxter said, dropping his voice into a dramatic whisper. "The head of the rival supply faction in Frostwick. Our packs are bitter business enemies, you know. Deep hatred on the surface, but we tear each other's throats out behind closed doors." I let out a genuine laugh, the tension in my chest loosening for the first time in days. "What are you doing to my barge down there, Baxter? It looks like hard labor."

"Now back off." The tallest one laughed. "Or what?" King didn't answer immediately.,Instead, he stared at him for several long seconds. Finally he spoke. "Or I'll make you." The smile slowly disappeared from the player's face. "You think I'm scared of you?" "I don't care whether you are." King's expression remained unreadable. "But if you touch him again..." He took one more step forward. "...we're going to have a problem." The tension between them became so thick I could almost feel it.

His face was getting wrinkled. Brockley was still downcast. He rubbed his face. As much as possible to hold back the tears. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Somehow I can be sad even though I'm not familiar with the Glory Kingdom. Maybe I just got carried away." Then Brockley lifted his face and forced a smile even though his eyes were very red and watery.

“Mother fu—” Jerking his digit free, he stuck it into his mouth and spun to level me with a scowl. I winced at my stepbrother. “Sorry! Are you okay? Let me see.” “Mi’m fime,” Brick muffled out moodily from around his finger before pulling it free to add, “Why did you yell at me?”

“Of course I do. This guy is the famous Knockout Brock in California's underworld. He’s the fourth best fighter in his clan. His full name is Brock Rousey. He’s 36 years old and joined the Royal rank two years ago. He’s also Frank Accordo’s right-hand man, but he disappeared six months ago. It is almost impossible to bump into him in the underworld.” Waltz seemed to be quite familiar with Brock as she was able to relay all of this man’s information in one breath. He seemed to be quite a powerful person. Waltz then asked, “What happened to him?” Alex replied calmly, “I broke all his limbs.” Brock had not fainted yet. His expression became twisted as he scowled. “Mr. Accardo will surely seek r

His eyes didn’t leave me for a second, but the second he saw the rope marks on my wrist and the bruises forming on my skin, his entire expression changed. He turned toward the wrecked car like a raging storm had just possessed him. Rex stumbled out from the driver’s seat, coughing, dazed, and with blood trickling down from a cut above his brow. Jeremy stormed toward him. “You fucking piece of shit!” Jeremy growled before slamming his fist right into Rex’s jaw. Rex staggered backward. “Jeremy? Wh-what the hell are you doing here?!” But Jeremy wasn’t here to talk. He landed another blow, this time, it was on Rex’s pretty face.. Rex collapsed to his knees, wheezing.

“For what?” Brock’s eyes flicker to mine, then back down to the table in front of him. “Breeding.” “Oh, what the fuck,” I spit, shoving back in my chair as my wolf surges forward with a growl. “That’s fucking sick.” “Tell me about it,” Brock grumbles. Theo snatches the paper from Jax, staring down at it angrily. “We’re gonna get him. That bastard is gonna pay for what he’s done.”