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I gripped onto my gun tightly. "Just do it Kiara. He is a serial killer. He is worth millions. Don't bring shame to the Blood Dragon Gang." My uncle warned me through the communicator. I gritted my teeth as I aimed for his heart area. Just do it Carmen. He is a target. As the gang members started to push him to the ground and kneed him on the stomach. I saw the life of his eyes starting to fade away. D.. They kept punching him, till he started spilling blood out. And he wasn't pleading them anymore. Instead, he started accepting the punches as if realizing he did something wrong.

Black Hamilton POV “Shit!” I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house. The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those fucking sons of bitches. I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself. One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.

I gritted my teeth and I was about to walk out when Veronica stepped inside the kitchen. "Whoa, what is happening here?" she asked then looked at me and Conrad. When her eyes landed on my neck she held my hand and forcefully removed it from my neck. "You're bleeding," she uttered but she didn't look shocked at all as if she is already used to seeing blood well what would I expect to a Mafia? Killing is not a big deal to them. "Shit!" I cursed when Veronica pressed my wound. "It's not a deep cut," she announced. I looked at her and glare but she didn't care at all.

" We left for the bar and it was already past midnight when we reached. It had become hours and we still didn't get any lead on either of them. It was tormenting as I sat and watched the half-dead man plead before me on his knees that he didn't know anything else and out of anger and irritation, I put a bullet through his head, relieving him of the hell hole he had been living in. He was the last of all the guys who were previously here and it was time to let him go and join them. So I let him. I stood up, pacing around as I thought about places they might be in, mentally cancelling out everywhere I knew he wouldn't be found and noting the rest down, somewhere in my head. Matrix, just like t

he states, like giving him a casual piece of information. “Wait! Wait!” the man requests, his begging doesn’t get through the deaf ears. Without wasting a second Riley pushes him, the noise of water splash occurs after a while. He keeps a step forward and peeps down, the dark sea makes adrenaline rush through him. He steps back immediately and walks back to his car. One part of him satisfied at his actions while the other part shivers at his own actions. He stops by the car and looks down at the gun in his red hands. He draws a deep breath in and tosses the gun through the open window of the car, he picks a bottle of water from the dashboard and washes his hands, for the first time he’d got

We were both sitting in one of those leather chairs discussing wich movie we should watch first. She chose 'the purge'. A weird horror movie about people slaughtering each other. Which, I don't find very nice to look at. And I chose 'the choice.' A romantic drama. And of course, we watched the purge first, because you can never win from Camilla. She's just too hard headed.

"I can give my financial assistance to your daughter but you don't expect me to just take her back after she cheated on me!" "She made a mistake Fabrico!" Mr Hilliard grunts. "Let's all just move forward." He says and gets up. "I expect to see you soon and also, Rose and Russo are at my Cabin here in Seattle. You should see your son" he said before walking away, accompanied by two men in dark suits. As they left, I felt my skin crawl with the sight of the man. His Aura is like pure poison. "This is shit!" I hear Fabrico growl before flinging the glass cup that sat on the table, to the floor, shattering it.

He slid off his pants, exposing the bulge seated in his pants too. “And you,” he pointed to it. “You caused this.” I felt so bad I could choke. I felt some way about him too, like hate and anger…was that what made me gay? My mind raced as he slowly took off his underwear. “Leo.” “Yeah…?” “I need to take care of this.” His hand slowly played around his tip. “You either leave, or watch me do it”

"You stole my goods and also murdered my men." Clifford didn't react. He didn't look surprised or shocked. He didn't even deny it. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar. He put it between his lips and lit it with a small lighter. I watched as he took a long drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly. It drifted between us, thick and heavy. "I'm not going to deny it," Clifford said calmly. "Yes, I did it." My hands clenched into fists under the table. "Why?"

Veins pulsed across his temple and eyes glowed with murder. The man beneath him trembled, shaking his head in denial but Killian’s patience was long gone. He pressed his boot harder, grinding into the man’s ribs. Killian didn’t hesitate. His gun lifted. The trigger snapped and the man’s chest burst open in a spray of bl*od. Killian’s eyes found another attacker. His next shot blew a skull apart and the man collapsed. He was merciless. He would hunt down every last one of them. No one would walk away after daring to touch what belonged to him!