Romans & histoires Slade Wilson Face

Kayson was not surprised about her question. He had beaten up Wilson in the basement parking lot, and the security team had come after that. If Sadie still had no idea, he would doubt her authority in the company instead. Kayson nodded. Although Sadie had already expected the answer from Yeager’s surveillance clip, it still felt unbelievable to hear Kayson admit it personally. “Do you know he’s Wilson Gillete?” Sadie’s tone was a little stern. “There won’t be a place for you in Clouspring once you’ve attacked him.”

“We don’t have those, you will have to go to VS, just a few shops down.” We went back to the room all chatty only for the chatter to dissipate as my eyes sat on Slade who was not on the phone, his eyes pulling from the laptop to us. A smile slowly stretched on his face and lord, it was scary because it seemed forced and cruel. As if he was plotting something wicked. “Daisy,” I turned to nod at the others before turning back to him, forcing a wary smile. “Are you done?” “Uhm, I just need to change as they pack the rest.” I said, turning to point at the changing room.

Kayson was not surprised about her question. He had beaten up Wilson in the basement parking lot, and the security team had come after that. If Sadie still had no idea, he would doubt her authority in the company instead. Kayson nodded. Although Sadie had already expected the answer from Yeager’s surveillance clip, it still felt unbelievable to hear Kayson admit it personally. “Do you know he’s Wilson Gillete?” Sadie’s tone was a little stern. “There won’t be a place for you in Clouspring once you’ve attacked him.”

“I gave you one damn job, to secure our entry into Khalidan, and what do you bring me? Excuses.” His right-hand man, Viktor, shifted uncomfortably. “Boss, Khalidan is locked tighter than ever. The Montero family and Kavanaugh’s security are impenetrable. It's impossible since they both rule Khalidan” Slade let out a cold laugh, running a hand through his jet-black hair. “Impossible? I don’t pay you for ‘impossible,’ Viktor.” His men exchanged wary glances. Slade was known for his ruthlessness, but this was different. This wasn’t about business or power anymore, this was personal.

When he returned from his prey hunt, Atina was waiting for him in the corner of the room, wringing her hands as her eyes darted nervously to the door as if she was expecting Ruslan to burst in at any second. “Where are they?” she asked shakily. Slade didn’t respond immediately. He grabbed a cloth and wiped the blood off his fingers, his mind already working through the next move. He had lost the real leverage, but the game wasn’t over. “They’re not in the car,” he finally said. “Just his cousin and I left him bleeding in the dirt.” “We’re screwed.” Atina screamed, her eyes widening in fear. “We’re not screwed, not yet.” He muttered, moving towards his chair.

"Blow over? Do you have any idea how many chances I've given him? And he wasted every single one of them" "He's scared" "He doesn't need your fucking defense, Slade. He fucked up and he'll pay" Slade saw the determined set of Cage's jaw and he gave a gentle shake of his own head. "You'll regret this, Cage," Slade repeated. Cage met his eyes and growled low in his throat. "Never" "If you..." "The omega isn't relevant enough to spend the entire day speaking about him. We will proceed with every other plan as we've discussed"

Grace traced her hands on the table which she sat on. "You can not scare me. I am not afraid of you" Mr. Slade panted. He breathed heavily with sighs. "You are not getting what this is all about. It isn't to scare you or put you in jeopardy which you are in right now. It is about settling unpaid debts. You committed a crime and should face your punishment" Grace shouted and kicked the bags furiously. "So you are planning to run out from the grasp of Justice, Mr. Slade?" she stood up close to him with her breath hitting his face.

He’d just been introduced to me in passing but I was certain under Slade he also knew everyone’s business. “Get Angie on the phone we got other fucking problems,” Slade said, getting up and throwing his napkin down. He stopped suddenly and looked back at our group. “Anyone else got some shit to confess while we're at it, huh,” Slade shouted, crossing his arms. I pressed my lips in a hard line. “Look, she's obviously reached a point where she doesn’t care. I’ll have you look over it all if it’s legit ... then I’ll sign and we all go back to Jude’s more interesting love life,” Trey said, still eating.

I run my hand over my face and threw the mask on across the room. I turn to them. “Do you know what they say about me taking my mask off?” I smile. The look on their faces is worth it. “They say anyone who has ever seen my face hasn’t lived to see the day. Slade is known for slaughtering an entire gang. Do you know why I did that?” I ask them. They shake their heads. “Because they were responsible for killing someone I cared for. The opens and Andre walk down the stairs with three women… “I found these three trying to steal from you…” he says.

If his help could bring Sera back, she was willing to tolerate him a little longer. "How long?" Nate demanded. Slade met his gaze before claiming, "An hour, at most." "Do it," Killian replied. “I am meeting Carl,” Slade said. "I’ll get the information out of him." He went on to explain the plan..... he would be wired with a microphone so they could listen to everything and take action without a moment's delay. Since the Marinos weren’t enemies of the Blackstones, he could extract the information without raising suspicion. "I'll take my leave now," he murmured, sparing Gigi a brief glance before leaving in silence.