Vender Bender Novels & Stories

This was where they usually go first if they wanted information, or news pertaining to the whereabouts of the whole West region. Hail O was a prestigious yet infamous place for bounty hunters. It had separate branches from each region running illegally in the darkest alleys of the most notorious towns. The owner was actually pretty acquainted with Kaizer, he was one of the elite soldiers of his father - the drunkard spear master, O Haden. "Where's your master?" Kaizer didn't waste any time for a greeting. He leaned aggressively at the bar counter and asked for O Haden.

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

"Aether Entertainment is not complete without Miss Gwen–the one that served to be our mother. She honed our skills to make us shine and be talented, just by how you see us now. So, even just by the project we did for her we can show that with the things she is facing now, we wanted to show her she's not alone." That's a very sweet message I heard from Tanya. "And as we represent the other artists that's part of this project, we may show you the art of love."

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

"I want your fire. I want you to fight me, hate me, and still burn for me." His hand slid to her hip, pulling her against his arousal. "Tonight. After the docks. I'm going to show you exactly how much I appreciate having a real partner." Vincent cleared his throat. "Boss, the Colombians are waiting." Felix straightened his tie, instantly composed. But his eyes still burned when he looked at her. "Ready for the real test, Mrs. Castelli?" The docks at midnight were shrouded in fog. Their convoy arrived in three black SUVs,enough firepower to start a war.

They rushed into the car, and Tony sped off, trying to follow the trail of the bullion van. He pushed the car to its limits, navigating through the traffic with determination, but the van had already gained too much distance. They were closing in, but just as Tony thought he might catch up, a large trailer blocked their path. He slammed the brakes, the screeching sound of tires filling the air as the trailer intersected their path. "Move! Move!" Tony urged, his voice filled with desperation. The trailer slowly moved to clear the road, but precious seconds slipped away. By the time they got through, the bullion van was nowhere in sight, disappearing into the maze of the city streets.

She went to check, then in less than a minute Freedom was on the line. “Good morning, Terry Falconer speaking,” said Freedom. “Good morning. I have a delivery for you. This is from Wells Fargo. Can you call in thirty minutes?” “Tell me three things to confirm if you’re telling me the truth.” “. . . The Tower in London-which was formerly called NatWest, now this number.” “Second?” “Let me see. Will the name of the street where Grand Central and The Chrysler Building are situated in New York be correct?” “One more and you’re cleared.”

I say and see how his eyebrow lifts in surprise…then the fucker laughs. It takes everything in me not to rush toward him and empty my Beretta into his head, but I remain calm and walk further down the aisle. “That? You’re still bitter that-” “You nearly killed my mother? Yes. that your actions rendered her unable to walk? Yes. It’s called a vendetta, Cerulli, and I’ve come to claim it.” I say, smirking when I see the fucker visibly sweat. “That vendetta was claimed when Dante killed my men!”

It was impossible to come out of the house in a jiffy. We walked until we finally got to the main gate and his car was already waiting for us. We both settled into the car “To Herpen-abort; The main warehouse” Gladimir said to the driver and he drove straight to the mansion. It wasn't an easy ride at all, but he had no choice, that was among the reasons why he was being paid.