Novel & Cerita Scp Lord Blackwood

She heard Spike’s voice and looked up to see him walk over. “What’s up, baby? What are you holding?” Spike handed the document to Mable. “Uncle Blair told me to give this to you.” Mable stiffened. “He’s back?” “Uh-huh. He’s downstairs.” Spike looked at her, his large eyes carrying a hint of excitement. “Mommy, Uncle Blair is Blackwood. I want him to teach me programming.” Mable raised her brows. “Blair is Blackwood?” She knew of Blackwood. He was a top figure in the hacking world. Although no one knew his true identity or seen his appearance, there were many legends about him in the hacking community.

He just hadn’t known it at the time. Because now he knew whose son he had taken. Blackwood. The name alone was enough to make even the most battle-hardened mercenaries hesitate. But this wasn’t just any Blackwood. It was him. The one whose reputation didn’t come from politics or tradition, but from raw, unchecked power. The kind of Alpha who didn’t lead by words but by dominance, by fear, by sheer bloody force. The one who once dismantled an entire underground syndicate in a single night just because one of their agents threatened a pack child. That was the man whose son now slept three feet away from where he stood.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

“And because they mentioned your name.” My fingers twitched, silver light sparking instinctively. “And you are?” I asked coldly. He inclined his head, just barely. Respect without submission. Dangerous. “Alpha Leo Blackwood. Northern Ridge Pack.” The name hit like a punch. Blackwood…neutral territory. Old bloodline. Known for staying out of pack wars. “Then you’ve picked a terrible time to get involved,” I said. “Because anyone standing in my way is a liability.” He sized me up with his eyes, as he smiled charmingly like he was going to undress me right in front of everybody.

"Wait, that means his boss is the CEO of Wood Enterprise, wait, Sophia, you're going to see Alexander Blackwood. The Alexander Blackwood" "Yes, that's his name." "Oh my gawd, Soph. I don't know if I should be happy or sad for you." "Why?" She asks inquisitively "Well, for one, he's wealthy, like really wealthy, and he can make all your money problems disappear like poof, but he's also a very ruthless businessman. He's known to have no mercy when it comes to business and shows no emotions." Sophia trembles in fear because she has no idea why Alexander would want to see her.

I took the elevator,ignoring Mia’s scream behind me telling me how sorry she was saying he was the groom's friend. Who gives a f*ck if he is the groom friend. The moment the elevator closes up,someone pulls me from behind and slams me hard against the wall,not in a hard or hurtful way. My breath stops and tightens against my chest when the hands crawl up from behind me and stop on the wall. I knew that hand, it had the same tattoo on the finger I saw. Christian Blackwood, the president of the hellhound MC is right behind me,his body is pressed against me in an immoral way and his hot breath was on my neck.

“Planning is why he’s been terrorizing me for weeks. I’m done waiting. This ends now.” Lorenzo’s phone buzzed. He looked at it and smiled darkly. “The security footage is in. Guess who walked into the studio before the fire?” He held up his phone. The grainy image showed a man in a maintenance uniform, but even through the disguise, Sophia recognized him. "That's Blackwood's driver," she said. "I saw him at the Plaza yesterday. He was waiting outside with their car." "Not just his driver," Lorenzo corrected, pulling up more information. "Former military, a demolitions expert, currently employed by Blackwood Security, a private firm owned by, surprise, Thomas Blackwood."

No friends, no family, no loose ends. Through the peephole: two men in tailored suits, olive skin, gold chains glinting under collars. Sicilian accents when they spoke thick, threatening. “Open up, Hale. Or we come in anyway.” Marcus unlocked the door, hand slipping to the knife taped under the entry table. “Wrong apartment.” The taller one bald, built like a vault shoved past. “No mistake. You’re Marcus Blackwood. And you owe the Rossi family a debt.”