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His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain. Letting out a groan, Nicholas managed flinged his assailant over his shoulder, giving him the upper hand . The man groaned as he struck the ground hard. The second assailant made a lunge but he dodged the attack. Nicholas sent the attacker a vicious elbow to the jaw. He faltered. Nicholas only needed that. Without thinking, he turned and took off. The attackers were still on the ground and still getting up to chase after him, but Nicholas was more familiar with this place than they were. He threw himself over a metal fence, landed hard, and continued on. Behind him, there was gunfire. The sound

he snarled, raising the barrel higher. But Dante's men materialized from the shadows, hidden all along, rifles trained. The hall erupted in controlled chaos: shouts, scuffles as they swarmed Alexei's few remaining thugs. Punches landed, guns clattered to the floor, zip ties snapping around wrists. Alexei fought like a cornered animal, elbowing one man, kicking another, but they overpowered him, forcing him to his knees alongside his men. His gun was wrenched away, leaving him disarmed, humiliated.

he said, and nobody argued. Outside the suite window, the campus kept moving through its ordinary Thursday evening, completely unaware. The Friday social was tomorrow. The inquiry was filed. The working was dissolved. And the thing that had started in a bar on a bad night—with a girl who’d just gotten her wolf and a boy who’d been waiting his whole life for something real without even knowing he was waiting—that thing was finally, quietly, itself.

Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather. The man who ruined my motherfucking life. Every choice, every decision… Led to my own fucking downfall. Let me take you right back to the beginning. Where it all began. Right from when I was just a fucking child… Sit tight, be patient, and enjoy the rollercoaster. It’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy fucking ride. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. CHAPTER 1 Not all is what it seems § LOUIS § Punch after punch, I hit Thomas, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up in me after all this time. I'd been waiting for the perfect moment to kill him for so many years.

I could now feel the pain in my ribs because of his heavy weight on my body. He slept carelessly, as if he hadn't committed a heinous crime the night before. But it's not a crime in his eyes because he hasn't raped me. According to him, he has simply took the return of the financial assistance he provided to me because he does not believe in charity.

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

The entire process took less than thirty seconds. He then stood up and dusted off his hands. "He can't be saved. His pupils are already dilated. Find somewhere to bury him." I heard a buzz in my head. "What did you just say?" I lunged forward and grabbed his collar. "You barely checked him, but you already came to a conclusion? Did you even examine him properly?" The doctor staggered back. He clearly looked irritated. "Are you the doctor here, or am I? If I say he's gone, he's gone. What's there left to check in this condition?"

"I was at brunch a few weeks ago and overheard a police officer talking to his partner about recent disturbing murders in town. He mentioned that the bodies had bite marks on their neck, and a few had been dumped in graveyards. He thought it was some kind of cult killing at first." A cold chill rushed down my spine as I told Isabella my reasoning for breaking into their home. It was creepy, and I wondered if I should have continued my story. "And that led you here?" prompted Isabella. "Well, I continued to listen to the officer, and he later mentioned that he heard two of the most heinous mafia rivals were at war, and it had been years since the two groups feuded. He concluded the murders ha

Callum POV ********** It’s painful. It’s so much pain. It’s like my whole body is shutting down. I feel a rush of blood to my heart and it’s suffocating me. Each and every tissue of my body is ripping apart. It's all black. And blank. I am in the pit of an endless depth. With darkness and silence surrounding me. Where am I? I can't see or hear. I want to scream but my throat is blocked. My lips are dry and chapped or may be bleeding. I can taste blood.

He patted my shoulder and plopped onto the bar stool beside me. "Did everything go as planned with the shipment?" "Yup. We took care of that Crips crew who were messing with our clubs up there. I needed a goddamn break after that shit. They're like fucking ants. Keep coming and you don't know where from." I threw back the rest of my whiskey and wiped the residue with my sleeve. "LA was the same way. They're not worth the time unless they're working for me." "Man, fuck LA. Some random bitch tried to mug me when Marcel and I were there for a deal a few weeks back. No fucking respect, I swear."