The Underworld Series Rj Kane Novels & Stories

I get there and see Hayden's on the counter passed out drunk. Today is Dylan's off day so i can't ask him to help me.Just my luck Dang it.How am i going to get this hunk of a man on my motorbike?. Since clearly i need help so i called Kayla back. "Kay,i'm with Hayden.Can you call Jack and come to the underground.You can't come alone alright." "Okay wait a second,we'll be there in 10 minutes"She said with some clacking noises in the background. After ten minutes with a drunk Hayden who's passed out and might i add,is on my arm.Does he not know how heavy he is.My arm feels like it's about to fall off.

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

perfect juliana:- what perfect are you going to kill my father velliam:- no I am talking about food it's so good (they finish their food and go to sleep ) novsitle:- bro what you do there in fight velliam:- I just kill his pride form soul and result is Good and there might be possibilities that he become empty shell like dead from inside novsitle:- you did something dangerous and you don't know whether you succeed or not velliam:- no I know I will be succeed and tell me what the heck you doing novsitle:- what are you saying velliam:- how can you spend time with her in library and I Stickley told you to say away from noble

"That's right! Hand him over!" The clan chiefs of the Limbets, the Warks, and the Urbans hollered at Xar too. Xar narrowed his eyes, but turned to the others behind them. "Heh. And what about you boys? What's your business here?" A white-haired elder moved up and asked calmly, "Chief Xar, Caleb was said to have entered Gehenna. Is that true?" It was Beston Urban, grand elder of the Urban Polar Sect, and his eyes were fixed menacingly on Xar. "As everyone knows, everyone who ventures within only ever ends up dead. But Caleb returned, and that in itself is way too suspicious!"

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

**Rafe The highway stretched out in front of me like a long, dark ribbon, the kind that never seems to end. I kept my headlights low, my speed steady, my eyes on the rearview mirror even though I knew no one was following me. Not yet. Missouri faded behind me mile by mile. Good. It was time. Juan’s ship wasn’t sinking... it had already sunk. I’d just been too damn loyal, too damn blind, to admit it. My arm throbbed where one of his men clipped me earlier, but it wasn’t bad. Nothing compared to what I’d seen Juan do to others. Nothing compared to what he would’ve done to me if I’d stayed. The radio crackled with static. I turned it off. I didn’t need noise. I needed quiet. I needed to think.

He had just handed over the reins of the entire New York underworld to me and my daughter. Rafael looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Don't be surprised." "From this day forward, my life is in service to them." "Any objections?" The mafia elders exchanged glances, then rose in unison, bowing deeply to me and the child. On the giant television on the wall, a breaking news report was playing: [Former Jenkins family Don, Vincent Jenkins, fell from the top of the Empire State Building this morning. Police have preliminarily ruled it a suicide.]

“Guess I’m in too. Don’t like it. Don’t like the odds. But if you’re marching into hell, I’m not letting you do it alone.” Ven snorted. “You’d miss him too much, wouldn’t you?” “Damn right,” Hank said. That left one. Zane still hadn’t moved. Still had that skeptical edge to his expression, like he was waiting for the punchline. “You want to tell me this isn’t suicide?” he asked. “No,” I said. He arched a brow. “Not even gonna lie a little?” “No point,” I said. “It might be. We might not make it back. But if we don’t go, we’ll lose her. And maybe we’ll lose more than her. Because you know damn well the Underworld doesn’t stop once it gets a taste of the surface.”

Ava's POV: Time passed by in a flash. But to be honest, I didn't even know how many days I had been trapped here. Things were the same here in Underworld. Dark grey sky in the mornings. Dark grey sky in the nights. But one thing was for sure. I had somehow died. And ended up here, in the Underworld. And Underworld really existed. And I was trapped here with the only guy I shouldn't have been trapped with. Hayden, the so called Lord of the Dead.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al