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he hissed. "Maybe she is immune," one of them replied. "There is no such thing," Vasilik hissed back. He took hold of my head and closed his eyes. I tried to shake him and the other two vampires away but it was of no use. "Nothing," he hissed and took his hands off me. I heard a loud growl as Nikolai tore through the woods in his wolf form. Thank Goddess.

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

"Where is it?" Scott continued to ask. Wilfred hesitated before finally responding, "Do you know the Nile organization?" Scott's expression tightened. "Isn't that a terrorist organization? It was supposed to have been eradicated years ago. How could..." "It wasn't," Wilfred said, his eyes darkening. "I was one of them." Scott fell silent, recalling the time Nina was kidnapped. He looked at Wilfred again. "Is Nina being targeted by this organization?"

, Charles said, looking at him sadly. "Go ahead then", Vladimir said. "We have got sad news about her. Nicole is the mystery female vampire you have been looking for. She is the one walking with the vampire hybrids", Charles said confidently. It seemed as if time slowed down. As if time was frozen as Vladimir looked like he had not heard Charles properly.

His eyes hard as steel, he stepped purposefully toward Drake when the brunette vamp pulled the trigger on the Uzi, and it was pointed at Zac. "No!" I screamed as I dove in front of him, but Rick was quicker, stepping in front of me. Rick's body writhed and jerked as the bullets penetrated his body, his blood spurting onto the wall, as Annie moved toward the brunette vamp. But before the brunette vamp could turn his Uzi on Annie, Verus placed a hand on the brunette's vamp's Uzi and shook his head.

And behind him, there are several werewolves! "It's you! What do you want?" I ask nervously. Neil sneers, his red eyes staring at my hands and Ziv's hands clasped together. "What do I want? Of course, I want to take revenge! I'm going to teach you two slutty dogs a lesson today!" With a wave of his hand, the gangsters behind him come forward and surround Ziv and me.

When we drew near, the ash was in the perfect shape of a man, but the surface of the table remained unburned. "Oh, my god!" I said involuntarily. "When did this happen?" Kellen tilted his head and his eyes, along with the other vampires, were a magnificent shade of green. It must have been a species thing. "It happened at approximately four o'clock this morning." "Did anyone see anything?" I asked. "Supposedly, no," Kellen said, shaking his head. I sighed. "It just seems a bit farfetched to me that, in a casino this size, no one saw anything."

Wilde tried again, this time kneeling in front of her on one knee and a hard look whilst pointing at the object. “Taylor Wilde, answer me. Did you open this book?” Bonnie’s eyes welled up and tears threatened to fall. He nodded. How he wished she did not. Her father stood and let out a breath. “Follow me, Bonnie.”

Lorenzo wasn’t alone. He’d brought his wolves. The Vipers. Lorenzo’s ghosts. Ex-cons, former special forces, men with scars that didn’t come from war but from choices. Quick, reactive, always close to him, but never predictable. Which meant my timing had to be perfect. Nina stepped out of the second sedan. She didn’t look at the ships. She looked through them. That’s when Matteo moved, flanking left through a rusted scaffolding blind. Bukky dropped into a roll under the dock rail, staying low and wide.

Cold focus was. He walked to the bar cart, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and took a slow sip. His hand didn’t shake. His breathing stayed even. But inside, something dark and familiar uncoiled the part of him he had tried to bury since Elena came into his life. He made another call. “Blackwood,” a gravelly voice answered on the second ring. “What do you need?” “I just sent Victor Voss’s address. The old one on 14th. I need eyes on it right now. Thermal, audio if possible. The lady inside is my wife. Confirm she’s there and report back immediately.”