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"What do you mean?" Henry turned back to his mother. "My men just reported back to me, Thanatos already has a son.. a heir" "What?!" He nodded, he walked back to his bed and sat down. "That year, I helped him escape from the wedding... because I thought dad would let me marry Jade in my own name.. but I was wrong" "Thanatos already has a son.. what should we do now?" "Nothing for now" "Why nothing for now?" Henry sighed.

And I wondered if this his darling was the real mastermind behind all of this and I needed to know that before I killed this guy. I gritted again and kicked him on his back and he winced silently. The fucking idiot was already half dead and barely able to keep his eyes open. His body was shaking and then his father came into view. He eyed me with rage and raised his hand to hit me but I grabbed his arm in mid air quickly. “How dare you hit my son! I know you! You're Mason De Luan. The so called billionaire in the business world? What gives you the damn right to hurt my boy!...”

I said. “His father, more likely. Gerald Hale. He died two years ago. But Hale Ventures was his operation and Sebastian inherited everything including whatever Gerald had been involved in.” Clara glanced at me briefly. “Your uncle’s contact couldn’t say more than that. But the connection between Hale Ventures and a child placement dispute involving a prominent family, that’s not nothing.” It was very much not nothing.

bonded with me. "Eliza," I whispered. "He's here - It's time." She huffs happily in acknowledgment, and I stop to tell her my plan to kill him but suddenly stop when someone approaches. Loud boots. Sharp and commanding, followed by a set of other boots. The door creaks slowly, unleashing the moonlight which I hadn't seen in years – it got brighter, revealing the figure or figures who approached. Among them stood him, "Kieran Thorne" – The son of Xavier Thorne - The man who killed my parents.

The base, or headquarters as some call it, is a home to carefully selected individuals, who are chosen specifically by Caesar. And not just any individual. They range from mafia lords to martial art ninjas, to expert snipers and to trained soldiers. Formidable men who are impossible to defeat. These men are a force to reckon with. They carry out brutal underground work such as infiltrating other organisations, eliminating the leaders and spreading terror in the city. They are called the undertakers. And I'm the second in command to Don Caesar, the founder of the stealth organization called Hunters. I slow to a stop in the parking area and get down. Several masked men walk towards me and begi

" She just raise her brows . " Okay, it's like this my father as you know is the true. King of the underworld. It's the organisation that he lead before. Dealing with extortion, assassination. Most of the lawless deeds they are into it.:" Ruby was surprised to learned the truth about Raul Gomez.no wonder he easily was able to buy her and handed over to his son such a lawless creature.He has no conscience.

They might just kill him/her in a month. Under all of the commotion, The underground stage is silently filled with the murderess intent from the competitors. Their eyes constantly sneering at each other. "What are you all looking at assholes!?" A tall sturdy man scowled half of the room. He owned a bunch of rumpled spiky hair that covers his whole head with dark brown forest. Dismissed in his terrible manner, this boy is the youngest son of one from the big five. His father Mr Petrov is the head of the korona estate and his name is well known around the troops...

"Who are you? Another paid-off lapdog for the Blackridge Alphas?" "I am Dr. Jack Quinn," I said, stepping forward with measured, lethal calm. "I performed the post-mortem. I am the one who documented the evidence of your son’s passing." "You... you soulless parasite!" A massive man, likely Silas’s cousin, lunged at me from the side. "You took a bribe to call it suicide so the Hockey League wouldn't lose their sponsors!" The man was a wall of muscle, his fist raised to crush my skull. I braced myself to dodge, my muscles coiling to counter-strike, when a sudden, crushing weight hit my waist.

He spoke and I nod. Truly, Uncle Houston is my father’s younger brother, and aunty Gina is his wife. Ever since my parent died in a ghastly accident of which I never got to catch a glimpse of their bodies, Uncle Houston had vowed to be my father and protector, which renders him the position of “Reagan the fifth wolf” for the time being. I swore to take over the title when I get find my parent killer, and also when I clock “35.” Currently, I'm 34years.

"And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?" I stayed quiet. Shaky breaths were coming out of me. A drop of sweat trickled down my spine. "Max McCommer," he said. And then slowly standing up, he turned to me. Icy electric blue eyes penetrated me with his expression unreadable. "Leonardo McCommer's son." Taking a step forward, he pushed his hands into his pockets. They fisted underneath the material. "Who is Leonardo McCommer to you, Sofia?" My heart thumped beneath my ribcage. My throat suddenly went dry.