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Jake licks his lips as I groan. “No, you don’t get it. She will only want to mate with Calista. He has the strongest connection to her. He will go berserk if we try to touch her. Diablo will see us as a threat.” I tell them when Calista groans and I know he is thinking of something. “What if we mark each other first that way, Diablo will fully recognise you all as his and won’t see any of you as a threat?” He says when Aries pipes up.

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

"Ohh no baby, don't make that mistake..." Jackson said chuckling and snatched the gun from her hands. Isabella glared at damian hatefully, her eyes were full of disgust. "How long are you going to hide behind my sister damian knight. Stop being a fucking coward..." She spat angrily at him. "May I know the reason behind this hate..." Damian said still smirking at her as he knew he is the one controlling the game now. "Because you deserve this hate. You killed my Roy, the love of my life and now I will kill you..."

But why this place? Why did they want Diana to be demonized in the Heart Knox tower? This tower had been untouched by the outer world. Could it be that… this place still holds the previous Messiahs’ memories? The memories that only the Messiahs can access? If so, then Diana is already enlightened about all her Messiah powers, which means… I looked at the fifth crystal again. “A Serithian war…” Diana knelt beside Alpha Urza’s body. Her face was devoid of expressions yet I could already see the disaster ravaging in her bloodshot bleary eyes.

That bastard. “What do you want, Diablo?" I asked. "Your and your cousin's lives are what I want, and I won't stop at nothing until I get revenge for everything you've done to me." "That is a horrible lie; that was not what happened, and just so you know, I am not afraid to fight you, OK." "OK let's see about that 7PM Hotel Dynasty,” he said before the call ended. Why would he want us to meet in my hotel? I simply prayed nothing awful would happen to me because the area would be in danger.

Damian obviously didn’t notice when he did that because he was busy being restless. It seemed really suspicious because only Grey was in our well secured room, and now, we almost had a near death incident but he was smirking. What am I doing right now?? This is Grey who has been with Damian for a very long time. He is Damian’s most trusted servant. Why the hell am I suspecting him?? I must have watched to much action movies because they are making me distort movies and reality. Something must be really wrong with me. But something didn’t really feel right. I could feel it in my heart that something was wrong somewhere but I couldn’t pin point what it was.

she added. 'I will address you the way I want' Dean wanted to say it out but stopped himself at the right time, she has the powers of elves and the strength of the dwarfs unlike his beautiful Kira who has only the strength of the dwarfs. Rumi will be a powerful ally to him. He glared at her as she returned it with her own glare. "You haven't answered my question yet Rumi, why are you here to see me?" Dean demanded. "Isn't it obvious, I am here to help you." Rumi replied to him.

Sars was always trying under-handed tactics to weaken Romero’s hold and was ignored for the most part, but this—blowing up his casino—was the last straw. It was time to swat a fly, Romero decided. Right after he dealt with Berretta. “It’s your job to know!” Romero bellowed. His head whipped to the right when Dave started cackling under his breath. If he wanted Otrava’s attention, he got it. Romero’s rage was now directed at him and his accomplice. Diablo stepped forward and hit him with the but of his gun. “Pleased, aren’t you?” Romero chuckled, standing above them. His regard was that of a Lion towards freshly mauled meat.

he stammered, "What would my dad need to do with that amount of—" "It doesn't matter, Piccolo!" Diablo cut him short. Taking a shallow, painful breath, I made my choice. I began to crawl, dragging my useless leg, and from every movement came a fresh jolt of agony, toward the waiting, disembodied arm. "My boys are not happy about it," Diablo continued. "I'm not happy about it. And now, I'll make sure both you and your papito become not so happy from what I'm about to do with you."

I knew for fact that Diablo wouldn’t be reacting as calmly as he was had his father not been around. “You forgot to note that Diablo, unlike you, doesn’t get rid of his family members. The man is getting his help from the old man. They are not going to leave him to make wrong decisions if they can help it.” I said, and the man took a deep breath. I pinched the bridge of my nose before I heard the bedroom door close rapidly. I frowned and turned around, knowing that something backfired. “Shit,” I muttered, wanting to hang up.