Mercenary Justice Novels & Stories

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

“I already sent you the photos. Are you saying they’re fake? “We, the Stormbringer Mercenaries are one of the top international mercenary groups. Since we received your money, we obviously will carry out our mission. “So, Miss Jones, you do not need to doubt us. Especially since you should have received the news, right?” “Yes, I did receive news of Kace’s murder. Mr. Stormbringer, thank you for your help.” Stormbringer laughed. “All we have is a business relationship. The Stormbringer Mercenaries won’t help for nothing. You understand what I’m saying, Miss Jones?” Juliet immediately said, “Yes, of course, Mr. Stormbringer. I’ll transfer the rest of the money to you right now.”

His sobbing picked up again. Jerard, as it turned out, was the name of their leader. They were a mercenary group of kicked out cops and military. Nothing like a good old fashioned group of dishonorably discharged assholes to do the shitty things that the law wouldn’t do. They weren’t a big group. They didn’t do multiple teams. It was just them as a group, doing hired kills for the highest bidder. However they wanted.

“Listen to me, okay? What happened back then, whatever you remember or think you remember, none of it was your fault. You were a little kid. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “But Miles—” “Miles made a mistake,” I say carefully. “A really big mistake. But that was his mistake, not yours. Not mine. Not Mara’s. His.” Jonah looks down at his drawing again, his finger still tracing those dark lines. “Do you think about it a lot?” I ask gently. Another shrug.

Anger and revenge engulfed these two mercenaries' hearts. The two men, after all, are the female mercenary old co-workers. They used to be in the same squad, sent to the same areas of war. Merely exist as the government tools of war, they quit and live as mercenaries to gain freedom. Still, they are sent to secure a weak woman that was asleep under the desk.

With a smile, hiding all storm of thoughts going on in my head, I gave my first response, “Justice shall be served.” That did nothing because I could still see the hunter for justice lingering in his eyes. “But true justice is not in revenge or cruelty. It is in balance and in mercy when it is deserved,” I added, my voice steady despite his hard my heart hammered in my chest. I noticed my fingers were trembling, so I held them together , taking a deep breath. “You speak of mercy—undeserving of the wolves who killed you! The wolves who brought war to our gates! You’re a traitor!” He yelled. My heart sank at his words. I felt my confidence recoil the moment he growled.

That woman is Janus! The submachine gun that had been in the mercenary leader's hand a second ago hit the ground with a loud thud. He stared at me as if I were a monster, his legs going numb as he fell to his knees before me. "J-Janus…" his voice shook violently. "We didn't know it was you… Please have mercy on us…" Josie, who'd been cackling maniacally earlier, now choked on her laugh. I looked down at the mercenary trembling on his knees and smiled. "Your cipher is a joke."

"Now we look like we can't agree on basic justice." Marcus moved to the chair across from the desk, settling into it with the ease of a man who had sat through countless late-night strategy sessions. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and fixed Damien with a steady gaze. "Then fix it. Tomorrow, pass the sentence they deserve. Make it clear that the Luna's mercy is her own, but the Alpha's justice is absolute. The pack will understand. They'll respect the distinction." "Will they?" Damien's laugh was short, humorless.