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I admitted, "I think he'd push for death if we were to get into a fight. He wouldn't want to be taken alive. He's not the kind of man who could suffer indignity of any kind." Justice considered my face for a moment before giving me a slow nod, "Yes. I can see where you might be right. Why not just kill him? You realize he'll make you or someone else eventually?" "I've got enough blood on my hands, don't I?" I asked. Justice sighed before crossing the room to ruffle my hair. I would normally protest, but her touch was soothing with my bloody thoughts spinning around and around in my head. All I wanted was for this case to be over.

Vincent suddenly stood up as he saw me with his son. “Place him in the couch,” he ordered and I did what he told me to do so. “So, did they find them?” I asked directly to him. “Yes, they already found them but,” he paused that made my forehead knotted. “But what?” “They are not here in London. The satellite caught Duke in Tokyo, Japan.” “Japan?” “Yes, in Japan and I had here the location where they are staying.” Vincent gave me the folder. “It seems you are going to travel far again, my friend.”

And if the Montrells had to choose between a Trevino and a Dregory—I already knew where I stood. I turned around again and looked at them, just in time for me to see Nadine hop inside the car that Kenzo was driving. I had no idea where they were heading, and I didn’t have any courage to ask. Alpha Jace took me with him, and we began clearing Maddox and Maximus’ bodies as well as their men’s. Someone also found a notebook indicating a list of people who had already died. It was Maddox’s Death Journal. List of people that died in his hands or were ordered to be killed.

As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window, letting some of the light crawl inside the room. I reminisced about everything as I was sitting alone in this gloomy place whilst staring at Madreign’s bloody flag. Beside me was a black rose. My attention was then stolen by a bird’s cry. As I gazed at it, it flew away. We fought together, but I was the only one left. If I could just bring back the past, I would. I would love us to reunite again and fly a kite on the mountain. Did I make the right judgment? I . . . brought them to death, and people still call me a hero. Maximaze Lativitus Park, the notorious Death Judge of Normous became

“Justice here.” 22 Justice Jessie finished her dinner. Justice had finished with his too. Halfway through the conversation he’d shot her an apologetic look and rose to his feet. He walked to his briefcase on a desk by the front door and opened it to leaf through some folders as he spoke quietly. He remained on the phone. 23

"I'm the third. And Tobio told me Ryuho has never had any relationships in high school and college so it's not an ex" Enji nodded. "I heard his parents died when he was a kid. Do you think it's them?" "Since it was mentioned in the group chat yesterday, I checked online. His parents died in Australia and they were buried there" he replied. "Can you remember that incident 5 years ago? The one with the Yamamotos? Ryuho had exposed Mr Yamamoto for murdering his parents. Evidence was presented in court"

"Where are they keeping Cassandra?" Kian pulled up a map on the holo-table. "Coordinates: 35.6° N, 139.6° E. The Tokyo Underground. It’s an old subway system, sealed off since the 90s. The Architects built a server farm down there. They call it The Hive." "Tokyo," Alex adjusted his smart glasses. A cold, predatory light reflected in his lenses. "I'm going to unplug them all." "Take the stealth jet," Jackson commanded. "Luke will pilot. I will stay here and coordinate the global cleanup. I'm handling the media; you handle the war."

“And how has justice been treating you lately, Detective? Suspended. Disgraced. Partner gone. Career in ruins. Is that what justice looks like?” Alex’s jaw tightened. His second card was a seven of diamonds. A pair. He kept his face still. “Justice takes time.” “Time is something you don’t have much of left.” Vincenzo’s third card was a three of clubs. “The people who killed your partner aren’t waiting for justice. They’re grabbing power. Burning evidence. Making sure anyone who gets too close ends up like Marco. Or worse.” The words landed heavy. Alex felt them sink cold into his chest.

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

And in it—a small girl trembling, hiding inside her mother’s coat, as if the world had offered her nothing but a narrow wardrobe as a final fortress. “Because I should have saved her that night.” His voice barely made it out. “Her face haunts me every time I close my eyes. I loved her before I even understood what love was.” A beat. “If there’s any chance to atone—I’ll take it. Even if I have to burn everything down.” Silence pressed in thick. Even the night seemed to bow. “And now?” Marcus scoffed. “You want to be the knight who saves the princess?” “I want to give her the justice that can’t be bought. Not even by my father’s empire.” Dante held his gaze, raw and honest in a world built on