Pressure Game Sebastian Novels & Stories

FIND ME. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sebastian’s POV

I already did," Sebastian said—and pressed a button. Dax sat up with a start, a collar strapped around his neck. A light started to flash red. "Your move, he dies," warned Sebastian. "You fire, he dies. Valeria travels with me—he lives." Valeria's voice shook. "Don't. You'll not win this one." Sebastian approached her gradually. "Oh, sweetheart. I already have." He took a step towards her—when a gunshot burst the air. The bullet impacted Sebastian's shoulder. He yelled, staggering away. Kc fired again—but Sebastian disappeared behind blast-resistant glass, slamming a blast shield into place between them.

The paramedics rushed in, swiftly lifted me onto a stretcher, and displayed the pre-prepared electrocardiogram to the Soldati—it was too late. At the dinner party, Sebastian was clinking glasses with a European arms dealer, arrogantly declaring, "The Scott family's original shipping routes have all been converted into channels suitable for transporting firearms." Other mafia members were toasting Sebastian. They openly discussed the illegal mining share in South America, praising Sebastian's ruthlessness and how he had tripled production as soon as he took over. Sebastian's phone vibrated incessantly. He hung up impatiently, but the caller called again. Sebastian picked up angrily. "I told y

“It makes sense now. I read River’s hospital reports.” “He won’t understand it at first.” He announces and her reaction becomes blank, uncertain. “But I didn’t say it would be easy.” “There’s my insufferable child.” She fake coos and Sebastian grunts instead of paying it any mind. “He’ll show me up, and another side of him will rise from whatever ashes he intends to rid himself of. He’s desperate, not because he needs the big check and bonus, but because he’s true to the game and it is his element.” Sebastian explains and Grace’s mouth falls to the floor.

He hates it when I use South African slang on him, and he also hates it more when I call him a fucker. I place my gun on my lap before he can run away, pointing the gun’s nozzle in his direction. Sebastian’s face stiffens tensely as he takes a drink from his glass. The glass clinks to the rhythm of his hand. He’s definitely angry. “How did you find me, Argent.” He asks steadily.

I bet he wasn't giving her a kiss on the cheek or forehead. "Double gin and tonic," I commissioned from the bar. And then as I turned my head the lights were flash-ing again on his slot machine; the sirens were so fucking loud. Sebastian ran over to me and screamed in my ear, "I won again! Shit you're right, slot machines are fun!" There he went again, with the kiss on the forehead! I felt like putting a sign on it in lipstick. Do not kiss here again!

The tension in the air was so thick, each second dragged passed unreasonably slow. He wouldn't kill me, not just yet. I was his ticket of out of here alive, and I know he knew that, but I couldn't fully rely on this, his partner was dead, he was nervous and probably not in the best thinking state, the gun which trembled against the underside of my jaw indicated that he might just as well do anything. Sebastian stopped approaching, but the raging murderous intent in his gaze was still there. "You'll lose that hand when I kill you !" He growled menacingly.

*Sebastian* Sebastian was parking his car in the cinemas parking garage, they had agreed it was best he kept a low profile today, so he was kind of slipping into the premiere unnoticed. He was nervous, as fucking nervous as he had never been before in his live, he had to put on a performance worthy of an oscar to do this.

That was, until the day he saved the little boy from being burnt alive during a raging fire. ~The future ~ Sebastian slipped on his sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes. The sun was brutal in Arizona, luckily his skin was tan. His bro flow styled black hair was highlighted with silver and currently up in a man bun. He drove his Mercedes down South Kinney road watching the desert pass him by, A roadrunner ran across the asphalt along with a couple of lizards. Getting parched he pulls into a gas station. Sebastian stands to stretch his 6'2" tall sinewy frame and enters the establishment.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.