Swat Kats Villains Novels & Stories

“I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!” “Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.” Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.” My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.

She looked righteous and indignant. “Lucas Wyatt, the head of the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, once adopted a boy—Dustin Fox. He was later disowned for his ungrateful and treacherous behavior. However, instead of repenting, he came to Lannopolis and committed unspeakable atrocities! I urged him to turn himself in. Not only did he refuse, but he also assaulted my men and threatened to silence me if I didn’t hand over the evidence!” She handed over a video showing the annihilation of the Aquila family to Victor.

I put him in the wheelchair. Then there’s my cousin. Dresses like an accountant. Six kills under his belt. Claims he wants peace. Loves animals. Still the coldest, most brutal bastard I know. He keeps running petty Ponzi schemes. Fraud is where he thrives. If he slips, and I already see the cracks forming, I’ll put a bullet in his head. My aunt Irina and Katya get along only because they’re in the same line of work: assassins. Killers for hire. I don’t trust either of them. They know not to cross me. They know I’m only letting them live, for now.

"How's Sienna?" "Terrified. Angry. Trying to hold it together for Leo." "She's strong. Stronger than you give her credit for." "I know. But I hate leaving her. Hate that she's back there worrying while we're flying into God knows what." "Then we make this fast. Find Lorenzo. Kill him. Go home." Catarina's voice was steel. "Simple." In the back of the plane sat the two operatives. Marcus and Pavel. Both ex-special forces. British and Russian respectively. Both expensive. Both worth it.

Behind them were the suspects, hauled in one by one, and forced to their knees. Each of them had that pale expression that men get when they realize their life is no longer theirs to command. The first, Reno, a bookie who had worked with Kaito since his street days. His nose was already bleeding, probably from resisting. The second, Malik, ran guns through the docks and thought no one paid attention when he took a few off the manifest. The third, skinny Reuben, was barely more than a rat with legs, although a very smart one. And the fourth, Derek was silent and cold-eyed. He was a former mercenary, now a hired muscle. He was the kind of man that wouldn't flinch even if death was staring him

Why are they trying to kill me? -- Victor, please respond. These aren't law enforcement officers. They're trying to eliminate me. -- My hands shook as I read through the damning conversation. Victor had orchestrated the entire conspiracy from the beginning. Michael hadn't stolen those assassination plans independently; Victor had provided them, had set up the entire scheme to frame Tony for Senator Valdez's murder. I scrolled further, finding emails between Victor and someone named Salvatore Reyes. The name sent ice through my veins, he signed as the don of Dark Sun Cartel, if I remember clearly, that was one of the rival families that had been hunting us across Mexico.

"It's time to take back what is ours, Mavric. And time to make Eleanor and Isabella pay for every tear my mother ever shed." Suddenly, the container shook violently. The doors were not opened by Leo or Mavric’s team; they were blown off from the outside. Blinding floodlights poured in. "Come out with your hands up!" a heavy voice shouted. Mavric and Liora stepped out, ready to fight. But they froze the moment they saw who was leading the operation. It was not British police, nor Eleanor’s private guards. Standing before them was Victor Volkov, the Big Bad of the international syndicate, accompanied by Thomas White, who stood beside him pointing a gun directly at Mavric.

The communication was broken off and the captain switched back to her backup. "Subject's been compromised. Wait for my signal. I'm going in." With that, the captain advanced towards the door and stood on one side. She waited. If the delivery guy had ratted her out, whoever was inside would make a run for it. Or, maybe his mic was broken but that was highly unlikely, considering where the APD gets most of its gadgets from. Carter Laboratories or CarterLabs for short. The most successful and biggest research facility in all of Georgia, run by none other than Dr. Carter Hall and his partner, Dr. Katherine Patterson.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

She can act brave, but no one would be calm hearing what I've just said. "The Bratva," she says. "You're part of the Russian Mafia?" The way she asks creates a clear line between her world and my own. Katerina's innocence is almost endearing. "I'm the pakhan of the Isakov Bratva." She recoils, taking me in with fresh eyes. "Stay away from me." I laugh from low in my belly. "Didn't you hear anything I said? You should want to be as close to me as you possibly can, Katerina. There's someone out there hunting you. Someone much worse than me."