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Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Along with all my old army buddies from near and far, they all agree with me that this new-age Vampire King, as he likes to call himself, alongside his Queen and his army of bloodsuckers, must be stopped. The Firepit is filled to the brim; as we discuss how to bring the bloodsuckers down, and we all agree after the championships, we will move out and hunt this King down; we only have two weeks to prepare ourselves now, two weeks to make a factory full of pure silver bullets and daggers. I want that King's head on a plate. I want him to pay for each and every life he has taken, every young person's dream he has finished, and for every human he has the audacity to call a pet. Maybe I will keep

"My great grand father's father came here as his father assigned this Palace to him as successor. He won a lot more kingdoms in his great life. He was such a Great King and best known for his brain tactics. People used to say that he was so sharp in Politics" I was listening to him as his lips were moving beautifully when he was telling me about his grandfather. My heart beats settled and calmed down as we talked a little. We were lying together and his body warm was soothing me as the weather was slightly chilly at night. I didn't know what I needed to predict or imagine this night and then suddenly I felt his light movement as he held my hand. I looked at him as he started playing with my

Kingston’s smirked, “The guy is an idiot, I don’t think he knows anything. If he was smart, he should have followed Derek’s plan instead of devising his.” “He is trying to help people in love.” He snorted, “What he is doing is kidnapping someone else’s wife.” I wanted to reply, but they started moving and we followed them. Soon, they walked into a building with a huge gate. There was no indication of what sort of building it was. I stared at Kingston. This wasn’t in the plan. How were we supposed to do whatever they were doing with that huge gate blocking our view of them? I didn’t say a word, but Kingston seemed to understand my thoughts

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

In short, Kingston doesn't give a damn to useless people and that's what he likes about him. Vincent is also smart and could run the underground and even the legal business but surely, he won't get rid of his possible enemies without confirming that they're his enemies and that's stupidity. "Y-You know him?" she asked curiously. "Of course, I do. Kingston is no ordinary man. He doesn't have wealth that he could use but he knows a lot of businessmen who is ready to open their wallets for him because he always makes himself useless," he explained then he motioned his hand when one of his men entered his room and subtle ask his man to stay inside of his room.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

Nelson watched the car speed off into the distance before saying, "I'm not sure if it's because Shane resembles Sean so much, but I find Mr. Kingston very impressive. I keep feeling that he's just as mature and capable as Sean was." "I think they give off different vibes!" Nathaniel said distractedly as he took out his phone and sent a message. "Mr. Kingston isn't as reticent as Sean was, and he probably isn't as capable! He looks like someone who enjoys life, so I'll bring him along the next time there's a cocktail party on the yacht. Since Kingston Empire wants to develop its business here in Lonla, I'll help him make connections. That way, he won't forget us when things go well for him!"

“Sometimes the old ways are the best ways.” Aiden, ever the pragmatist, chose a simple but reliable knife. “I’ll take what I know.” He looked at Kingston. “You really thought of everything, huh?” Kingston smirked. “Never underestimate the power of a good backup plan.” The realization hit me then, Kingston had been preparing for this moment long before we were even aware of the threat. He had known how to fight, how to survive, and how to navigate the dangerous world we now found ourselves in. He wasn’t just an ally. He was an asset.

“And I’ll enjoy it.” Kingston looks at me for a long moment. “I know you had Nicko killed,” I say. “After I left him in Milan, someone got to him first. That was your men.” “Nicko was a liability to everyone.” “He was mine to deal with.” “And yet.” Kingston sets his glass down. “We keep arriving at the same place, Roman. You and I. Every few years, a new reason, a new negotiation. A new line in the sand.” He taps the folder. “You’re really willing to walk away from all of this for one girl?”