Nemesis Sudou Novels & Stories

DOMINIC “What if it’s a trap?” I doubted. “We wouldn’t know until we go there,” Aurora said. The moment Dante Moretti’s name popped up, we had the rat in our basement. Our men combed through every lane, alley, and corner of Chicago to capture the asshole who probably orchestrated the worst ever blow this family had ever survived. But Dante Moretti turned out to be the biggest smug bastard I have ever seen, and I have seen my fair share. He was more of an animal than man, bragging on and on about his filthy plans for my sister, and manipulating us into killing him.

Alpha Nolan was about going into his bunker when three of his men came running. They rushed and fell over each other right before him. "Were you trained to fight or flee?" Alpha Nolan had become extremely angry with them. "There is something you need to know, Alpha. Nemesis is coming. He attacked us and rescued Lance" one of the men spoke for them.

No social media. Just silence. I opened another tab. Private destinations. My eyes skimmed through dozens of luxury resorts. Then one caught my attention. Lake Como, Italy. Private villa. Boat access. Mountain views. Minimal press. I clicked. The photographs were… Peaceful. Exactly what we needed. I didn’t hesitate. I booked three weeks immediately. The confirmation email arrived seconds later. I clicked my phone, locking it while leaning back into the seat. Now comes the difficult part. Convincing Sydney.

“Not kill. But bleed. Enough to weaken him, enough to feed the boy’s first hunger. If you fail, the boy will feed on you instead.” I stared at her, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Why are you telling me this? If you served Vladimir once, why betray him now?” “Because,” she said, her voice hardening, “he betrayed me first. And because I see what you are, Zemora, the crack in his armor he does not yet understand. You can save him… or you can end him. The choice will come sooner than you think.” Before I could speak, a sound echoed through the corridor I had come from, the sharp, heavy rhythm of boots striking stone. My heart leapt into my throat.

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..