Scorpion Sylvester Dodd Novels & Stories

Encircling the hanging body he looked at the man who seemed to be a piece of meat only. "Name." He growled, making everyone shiver. There came no response from the man who was bleeding to death. He turned his face to the rest of his men who were standing there. They immediately gave some more details about the person. The man who was hanging like a piece of meat was from Detroit. His name was Ron. He was working for Sylvester who was none but one of his sworn enemies. What he demanded at that time was a single lead to reach Sylvester. He was not sure of how this man sneaked into his heavily guarded area. But one thing he knew was that whoever had helped him would face the same consequences.

“Who sent you?” Ryder asked the tied down Sylvester. His gaze was unwavering and he seemed no to be scared of the situation. “I have told you severally, no one sent me,” Sylvester said confidently looking Ryder dead in the eye. Ryder gave him a tight slap which made him cough out blood. Instead of begging and pleading for his life, Sylvester found the torture amusing and began laughing hysterically. “You think that those tiny hands of yours will make me confess the truth? Well think again big guy,” he said chuckling.

I grab the sticky note and read the entire message. It says, 'Mr. Scott, Mr. Hunderson is going to be killed by Shadow's orders. I know who he is, but I can't let you know his identity or else my family will be killed. This is the only way I can assure you that Mr. Hunderson is doing great. The patient can be taken care to his house. At this time, maybe shadow already knew about this. My life and my family is at stake. Please don't ask about me or anything inside the hospital. He is everywhere. Watch out for your backs, he is like a rattling snake. You know he is there, but he is wicked and fast enough to bite you. He is having fun, and please ruin it for everyone. Take the patient, as much

I laid down as she cleaned my wounds and changed the bandage on my knee. Few minutes later I was served a proper dish and was also medicated. Then I slept off. ….. I was awakened by a knock on the door, it was Sylvester. He looked as calm as ever. He wore a long black royal rope which swept the floor, his striking blue eye balls glittered. He looked majestic. I couldn't help but Stare though. “Hi Vera” he said. I wanted to say something but I couldn't. He looked down on his feet raised his head and continued.

“The f*ck? Are you guys seriously trying to silence me for good? D*mn it all!” “Hahaha… Apologies, Harry. On the bright side, your sacrifice here today will ensure that the Owens and the Longs will work together just fine. We’ll finally be able to take down the Crawford family! Also, while we’re at it, you should never have threatened Mr. Long in the first place! End him!” As soon as his sentence ended, Scorpion—whose hands were bandaged—began strangling Harry. “F-f*ck all of you!”

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

I followed suit, Ambrose, and Kyler also joining our sign of respect. "Well, it's common knowledge that Drystan was Reed Tarlo's cousin." Elder Clyde scoffed. I only felt malice coming from him. By the deep wrinkles and the scar above his eye, I could tell that he was an old warrior. He was prominent even in his golden years. I'm sure those years of battle had hardened and withered away at not just his skin.

“Yesterday, what actually happened? I know it wasn’t Jasper Lang, but rather, the man he brought with him that made you upset.” “He…” “His name is Sylvester, isn’t he? He hasn’t appeared in Darkside for very long. I have my mind to teach him a lesson.” “But, he’s a member…” “He’s only a doctor with a business in Darkside. He has no right to hurt you like he did.” My body jolted up at the mention of Darkside. He had a business there? But why? I thought of the new tattoos he had on his chest and it made me ponder further. What had Syl fallen into during these three years that I was gone, that led him to be acquainted with Jasper Lang?

After Naomi left, one scorching afternoon, I died in a car accident that had been orchestrated by Winona and Heath together. After my death, Winona and Heath got together, and Heath took advantage of my parents' grief to take over Harris Corporate. My parents passed away, never fully recovering from the loss, and no one visited my grave for years. Until one day, someone left a bouquet of flowers at my resting place. My trapped soul stirred, and I looked up to see a familiar face. It was Flynn, my current husband. He made Heath and Winona pay for what they did, restored Harris Corporate to its rightful place, and as time passed, with his hair turning white, he stood by my grave, a single tear

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be