Without Remorse Tom Clancy Novels & Stories

"Exactly! Just leave it to your Grandpa. Our aim is just to see that bastard Jate Woods and Rogers Reaggan dead anyway." With a menacing look in his eyes, tom clarkson said in a hoarse voice. "What good is revenge if we can't feel the satisfaction of it? I'm going to torture that bastard with my own hands, such that he'll rather be dead instead, and beg for mercy. Not only that, but I'll also make sure his wife gets raped many times over."

Only cash could bring back the good old days. James swiveled to face me. "I have to admit, I never thought you'd piece it all together. You're sharp as a tack, Joyce." James kept up his grin, but his red-rimmed eyes screamed of his bitterness. I went quiet. The truth had spilled out, and the icy cuffs snapped around James's wrists. "James, no, please don't leave!" His mother threw herself at him, gripping James tight, begging the cops not to drag him off.

Eventually, when Zane’s excuses ran dry—since it was clear he practically lived elsewhere—he would lament his longing for Simon, subtly accusing me of being cold for sending our son off to handle pack matters, despite being the one who had eagerly pushed for Simon’s ascension. Often, with a dramatic sigh, he would declare that his yearning for Simon was so overwhelming that he couldn’t bear to stay idle, fearing he might do something he would regret. I feigned ignorance of the cheap perfume lingering on him and comforted him with a smile. “It shouldn’t be long before Simon comes back. By then, it will be the family of three again.” With a smirk, Zane replied, “Yeah, family of three.” Four mo

His need for vengeance had devoured every part of his humanity. "Why?" she thought bitterly. "Why do I have to suffer for a crime I didn’t commit? Why am I condemned to this hell?" Don Gray’s voice, weak and rasping, broke through the silence. "Hector Morales..." He coughed, blood flecking his lips. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Hector chuckled, a dark, mirthless sound. "But you didn’t. And now, look at you." Don Gray’s strength gave out, and his body sagged. His breathing turned shallow, his eyelids fluttering until finally, he fell into unconsciousness.

The Cougar Emperor signaled the subordinate to open the cage which he nodded to And slowly the sackcloth was taken off, Melanie who coiled herself in a bun slowly raised her head, her hazel eyes met with the enchanting blue eyes, it suddenly felt like time stopped as both of them stare into each other's eyes And the blue eyes man heard a voice in his head “Please save me….”

They revealed what someone wanted to hide. Clint would act on it anyway. He always did. That was the problem with men who believed they were already damned, they stopped fearing mistakes. And so I leaned back in my chair and allowed myself a moment of reflection I rarely indulged. I had known Clint long enough to understand that if circumstances were different, if lines hadn’t been crossed so irreversibly, he might have been worth saving. Not forgiving, saving. But the cartel didn’t trade in redemption. Only utility. And Clint had transitioned from asset to liability the moment he stole from them. The moment he pulled the trigger on Rafe only sealed what had already been decided.

He asked. " Because I don't want myself to forget that I spoilt my whole life for a cheap man like you... Who even wants to cheat on his pregnant wife? I want to keep reminding myself that I deserve to be punished like this for betraying my parents' trust and trusting you over them. I hate you, Liam. I would have killed you but that woman in your house seems to be a nice woman. I don't want to hurt her for something that you did. Now please get lost and don't bother to come again. " I said and left.

He blinked “His death provided me a release, a release from the morals that held me back.” He straightened his back as he looked at the head guard and spoke even though he was sure that these words would forever be forgotten; this time, his eyes showed genuine remorse and sorrow “He was the only door that kept my demons and greed in check; the only one that restrained me from destroying everything Hal stands for, for personal gain and when that restraint ceased to exist….” He gestured towards his full length with his hands, a self-deprecating smile curling his lips “this awoke…”

No longer a Morris now… My jaw clenched. And whose fault was that? Just like that I was once again reminded of the cruel truth. How could I live with immorally evil men? Who didn’t feel a needle of remorse for killing people? Just to exert their dominance upon me? My pulse was in hyperdrive, yet I couldn’t make myself move as he chuckled at my tense body against his. It intensified the urge to escape even more. I was helpless, just like I was two years ago.

Before I could say anything, the call was already disconnected. Just a moment ago, the pain had been so overwhelming that I almost forgot that the Ronald of today was no longer the same one who used to hold me and promise he would protect me for life. He hadn't called to ask how I was doing. He only wanted to vent his anger on behalf of Brenda, whom he cherished above all else. I let out a sigh, suppressing the pain as I tapped into Brenda's social feed. The most recent post was a photographer's shot of Brenda and Alan's backs.