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And according to the last rule of this game The punishment is death. His eyes slowly went to the gun in his hand and a small smile appeared on his lips. He was destroyed just the way Cyrus wanted. His business drowned, his reputation got sunk, and he had left nothing. If he has to die then he wouldn’t let anyone else have the pleasure to kill him. Placing the gun over his temple he closed his eyes. “You won Cyrus. You won.” With that, he shot the last bullet that he saved for himself. His blood splattered all over his bedsheets as his body slowly fell down the floor.

“We’ve taken out every spy Lucien planted. The rest will fall in line.” I rose slowly, pressing the barrel of my gun against the traitor’s forehead. “That’s the problem with loyalty,” I murmured. “It dies too easily.” He tried to beg, but I didn’t let him. One shot, clean, final — echoed through the warehouse. For a moment, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. Then I turned to Vincent. “You think that was the last of them?” “I’m certain of it, Boss.” I smirked. “You’re never certain until the last man breathes his confession.”

I whispered and she nodded before hurrying out of the space. When it was just Rogers and I, I decided to face him. "How do you have guns?" I began as my wolf came to a stop, waiting attentively to hear his response. He smiled. "You should be grateful I have them, or you would have been taken." I narrowed my eyes at him. This man had killed two people last night. Even if they were criminals, he looked unfazed by it, like he had done it before. When he saw that I was still stiff, he decided to keep talking. "My father was once a Beta of this pack. So, he taught me how to use guns for protection and I am a licensed owner."

Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too. Now they wouldn’t meet my eyes. E the command, "On the authority of the Sanctum, you must end their lives." Something inside me tore open. Not emotionally. Physically. Power erupted outward from my body. Every candle in the cathedral died instantly. Darkness swallowed the sanctuary whole. The floor beneath my feet cracked violently. The hunters stumbled back, shocked, as dark shadows suddenly erupted from the ground around their feet, twisting and turning like living darkness. Some of them lost their grip on their weapons, and they fell to

Even at the end, the secrets were the only currency they had. "I don't want the truth," she cried, her forehead resting against his. "I just want you." "You have me," he whispered. "Forged in sin... remember?" Julian’s eyes began to roll back. The light was fading. Sloane looked at his sidearm—the matte-black pistol still holstered at his hip. She reached down and pulled it out. She checked the chamber. One round. The "Last Bullet." She looked back at the mountain. In the distance, the headlights of Syndicate recovery teams began to flicker like the eyes of wolves. They were coming for the drive. They were coming to finish the purge.

He kept firing his gun with a sloppy aim until the magazine ran out. The fear in his eyes, knowing his end is coming and will be delivered by me, fired delicious shivers down my spine. Loud pounding belched from the other side of the door. I grinned evilly down at Raging Bull. “por favor,” he pleaded, eyes hoping for remorse. “Cosa segura, amigo.” My wicked smile widened. Raising my gun, I shot him point blank. (Sure thing) I watched life withered away from his fear-filled blue eyes. They turned pale until he took his last breath. Gazing down at him, I am reminded of the person I am trying to escape, trying to bury in the past.

The Businesswoman of the Year Gala was being held in Manhattan, the very city where I had been thrown out like trash. Now that my years of waiting had come to an end, I expected to feel fear, but instead, I felt a surge of anticipation go through me. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, Alex,” I said, my voice dropping dangerously. “I am tired of seeing him rot from a distance. I want to be in the very room where his world finally begins to crumble.” Alex stepped close with an excited look on his face. “You own 75% of his company bloodline, Evelyn. You don’t just walk into it, you own it. Daniel is a dead man walking, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”

Was her sister really dead? And would she remain the last of her kind forever?

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

The last thing Devinity Garcia would ever do was bend to another person’s will, especially not an egocentric gorgeous mafia man. “I’m seriously not going to let you leave.” He growled and I smiled on the inside. Seems like my sudden simple replies were unsettling. “No problem.” “Mi cielo…” I could feel his eyes burning the side of my head and it gave me the peace to drift off to sleep. Fuck the mafia. Reign might be the one to kill me before then.