Novel & Cerita Silas Ramsbottom

"Unless you want the sniper on the roof across the street to put a bullet in your head." Silas looked up at the roof. He couldn't see anything in the rain, but he didn't lower the gun. "Who are you?" Silas demanded. The man adjusted his glasses. "My name is Adrian. I’m the Ghost's... executive assistant." "You work for the man helping my mother," Silas spat. "I work for the highest bidder," Adrian corrected. "And right now, the Ghost is very interested in you. He wants to make a deal." "I don't make deals with traitors," Silas said.

He didn't look at Julian; his smoke-grey eyes went straight to the monitors on the wall, which were currently displaying the blue grids of the building’s security system. "Silas didn't do this alone," Dominic said, his voice flat and dangerous. "The old man is sixty-two and has been sitting in a damp basement for twenty-four hours. He didn't overpower a trained Vulture guard and cut his throat without a struggle. He had a shadow. Someone who’s been waiting for the right moment to flip the switch."

He thought about the possibilities, the enemies who would love to see Silas gone, the allies who might have found him inconvenient, and the one possibility that made his skin prickle: someone inside his own house. He turned back to Smoke, eyes sharp. “No. But silas is too smart to pissed the wrong person off.” Smoke gave a small nod. “Should we find out more?" Robert’s voice was steady, but it carried an edge that could cut glass. "I don't know. Silas is not really on ours anymore. He had his freedom. And he is a man who always know what he is walking into." smoke sighed heavily. For a long moment, neither man spoke. The rain softened against the windows, but the heaviness in the room did no

I ask "King Silas. He's not the typical vampire; very little is known about him, even if he's actually a full-blooded vampire; he's certainly made it a point to stay hidden, save for when he asked for access to my library. What I do know about him is that his gifts go beyond that of any vampire. His glamor isn't even truly considered glamor at all; he can control minds. Had I not had my own thick mental walls, he would have easily ascertained access to my library and anything I knew about you.

“She won't run. She's expecting us.” He hung up. Then stared at the map again, specifically the red thread connecting Silas’s movements of assets to an offshore account withdrawal earlier that morning. “Silas is burning his empire behind him,” Vladimir muttered. “He thinks disappearing will make him untouchable.” He slammed a fist on the desk. “But I will bury him in the ashes of it. With his daughter holding the matchstick.” He took a deep breath and lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly as if the smoke could carry away decades of hatred.

“I am not supposed to help you with anything since our kind doesn’t relate well with each other. Being here already has dreadful consequences.” “Then why did you choose to help me in the first place if it’s so bad for you?” I asked. “I never do anything without a reason so don’t mistake my assistance for foolishness because the day I chose to war against you, I promise to make it your worst nightmare. I am not your friend, Marcus Dominick.” Silas ended with that statement as he walked out on me. His words left me puzzled. I wondered what his dark intentions were but at the same time I was glad to know that he had anterior motives. I sent Ronald back to Catalina Island so right now I was all

​Silas Cross stared at the crimson error text flashing across his personal data-pad, his eyes bulging as his fingers frantically clawed at the frozen interface. ​"No... no! This is a glitch! I built this army! I own these men!" Silas shrieked, his voice cracking as he slammed the golden device against the marble podium, shattering its glass casing. He pointed a trembling, desperate finger down at the vanguard enforcers surrounding him. "Shoot him! What are you waiting for? He's just one man! Kill him and I will double your salaries! I’ll give you private estates in the Upper Dome!"

I held a drink I wasn't touching as I positioned myself near the outer path with three clear sight lines, and one visible route towards the south hall. And then Silas appeared from the only direction I hadn’t been watching. "Romy." He appeared at my left with ease. Silas Mercer smiled at me like a fond uncle making polite conversation during a family holiday. Hands loose at his sides. Expression relaxed. Completely harmless. Which immediately made me wary. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked. "It's a nice afternoon," I said.

His gaze, almost instinctively, sought the anchor in the storm. Silas Vance stood near the grand piano, a statue carved from granite. He was Dominic’s head of security, but for the past two years, he’d been Leo’s personal shadow. Ex-military, Silas possessed an imposing stillness. He wasn’t bulky, but lean and powerful, every line of his dark suit hinting at coiled strength. His grey eyes scanned the room with methodical precision, missing nothing. A faint scar traced his strong jawline, a pale whisper of a violent past Leo could only imagine. Silas was a silent sentinel, impassive, professional, an extension of Dominic’s control.

I nodded, wishing I had pockets to tuck my hands into to stop myself from fidgeting. "Only bad things, I hope," I said without thinking. The man, who was introduced as Silas Evermore, a prominent businessman with ties to the Alpha of Breles, laughed heartily. "To be sure, to be sure." Silas took a swig of his scotch, then motioned toward my glass, which I was gripping for dear life. "Not a champagne man, I take it?"