Novel & Cerita Mother 3 Masked Man

the masked man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Nirbhay’s eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. "She will," he insisted, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and madness. "Once she remembers what we had, she’ll realize where she truly belongs." The masked man let out a low, mocking laugh, a sound that echoed through the room like a cruel reminder of reality. "And what woman in her right mind would return to the man who killed her father?" he retorted, his words slicing through Nirbhay’s delusion like a knife.

“There were ten masked intruders, maybe more. They were dressed like warriors from your pack and Adrian’s.” My head shot up. “You really that part is true?” He nodded slowly. “It’s strange. The women fought them off as best they could, but only my mother managed to escape. Her friend…” He swallowed, looking pained. “She didn’t make it.” “Oh, Dante,” I whispered, reaching for his hand. “That’s horrible. And they looked like warriors from my pack and Adrian’s?”

The alarms never triggered. Elena Harper had arrived thirty minutes earlier for another tentative visit, carrying a small gift bag of baby clothes and a cautious hope to rebuild their relationship. She and Lila had been talking quietly in the living room when the lights died. “Mom?” Lila called, heart already racing as she moved toward the hallway. A sharp cry echoed from the foyer. “Elena!” Lila ran as fast as her pregnant body would allow, rounding the corner just in time to see two masked men dragging her mother toward the open front doors. Elena struggled, her designer handbag abandoned on the marble floor, a fresh cut bleeding on her cheek.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. But before she could decide, the door was flung open, and a man wearing a mask grabbed her roughly, yanking her out of the car and shoving her to the ground. She groaned in pain as tears filled her eyes. “Please, don’t kill me… please. I’m pregnant… please,” she begged, trembling as she looked up at the three masked men surrounding her, all dressed in black. “I’m sorry. We were paid to kill you. We couldn’t refuse an order from the Alpha,” one of them said.

A surveillance video began playing on the phone. When Mom saw my figure appear on the screen, her tightly knitted brows relaxed momentarily. But in the next moment, she clenched her fist and slammed it hard against the steering wheel. In the video, Morrigan pushed me to the ground. She slammed my head against a stone block and scratched my face with her sharp nails. A dozen men in black surrounded us. Passersby were curious about what was going on, but they couldn't see what was happening within the human barricade.

The masked man sat opposite us, looking piercingly. "You want to know who killed your family?" he asked in a very low and threatening tone. My voice was trembling. "Yeah, I do." The masked man nodded; the reflections wove on his mask. Just then, three men, all with guns, raided the warehouse. "Get up!" one shouted. Mia and Arrow threw looks of pure terror at each other.

The masked man scoffed, “I think you need to realize who has the upper hand. It would be a shame if your little girl were hurt in the process.” Suddenly, one of the other men fired his gun hitting my mother in the leg. Her screams filled the house and the echo pierced my eardrums. She fell to the ground holding where the blood was spilling out. “You are in no position to make demands.”

Lucas Anderson was unfazed by the masked man's reply; in fact, he chuckled and remarked, "Ha! You're no fun." A quiet descended in the car as they both sat there without further conversation. After a few minutes, Lucas Anderson finally broke the silence, saying, "I need you to get rid of the mother and child." The masked man expressed surprise, "You're doing this for her?" he inquired. Lucas Anderson replied with a smile, "No, I simply disdain those who value money over life. So, kindly assist me in sending them away through fire." His demeanor and expression suggested he was discussing the removal of weeds from a garden.

The masked woman said. “At what cost?”Vivian demands. “You see, i killed his parents they where easy to kill. But he, he didn’t turn out to be as i espect.”The masked woman said. “Your point?” Vivian asked. “Kill your son in-law. Kill Vincenzo Leorando Torricelli”

“You will not do it yourself. You will present the evidence to people who can handle it without Mr. Femriss knowing we are involved.” ​I wasn't sure how I'd manage that, but I nodded. I'd do anything for that information. ​She moved toward her wardrobe, reached under a heap of clothes, and pulled out a tiny box and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to open it, three masked men burst into the room. One of them struck my mother on the head with a gun, and she collapsed. ​I screamed, but my voice was cut short as one of them covered my mouth and blindfolded me. I struggled, but he was too strong. My legs left the floor as he carried me out and tossed me into a car.