Ruthless Games 소설 & 이야기

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” I didn’t answer. “You’re not a man who loses control” he added. “Be careful who makes you forget that.” “I know” I said quietly. He studied me, then nodded. “Goodnight.” I drove home with my jaw clenched, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles hurt. By the time I reached my penthouse, the pressure in my chest was unbearable. I didn’t turn on the lights when I got in, I went straight to the gym.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

I could picture myself like a prey, and this one is my predatory. "Are you okay?" Even his voice wasn't gentle, it's full of viciousness. My lips parted. Dahan-dahan akong tumango at pinagmasdan ang siya ng mabuti. His body's defined perfectly, sculpted like a greek warrior in ancient times. His prominent jawline is something that captivates me, from his thick furrowing eyebrows, thick and long lashes and eyes of a cruel man possessing no emotion at all, it amazes me how flawless he is. Sa matangos niyang ilong, labing maninipis at kulay pula, sa kanyang balat na mamula-mula, hindi pa ako humanga ng ganito sa tanang buhay ko.

Gerald thundered. "Only competition, ruthlessness is the only way to thrive. You have to trust no one and do what is best for your company". "Ruthlessness is not the only way father, you killed people, bought out their companies, pushed people away, all for what?, For a business that is now at the edge of crumbling down?"

Ruthless raised his hooves as he snorted in anger. "Ruthless is quite angry now and I would not hesitate to have him run over you a hundred times till you cease from breathing." I threatened him, but he still refused to accept it. "Rage!" I yelled out. "Lucifer," Rage said behind me. "My sword." I said to him. He went away and a few minutes later, he returned and handed it over to me. "How about we engage in a duel, after all it's what next in the Games." I said to him with a bitter smile. "The winner gets to kill his opponent." I added, and his face went pale.

This was the first time she was looking at him properly. His hair was jet black and looked smooth and silky. He was gorgeous. Why does a ruthless Alpha have to be so good-looking? A few of his strands stick to his forehead. Grabbing them softly with her fingertips she cleaned his forehead and then proceeded to do the last touch-ups. He could simply have a shower but no, he had to torment her for doing a blunder. "D...done..." She stuttered moving back. He opened his eyes and her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes. Those dark hues always look at her as if he could see right through her soul. His eyes were beautiful but there was this darkness lurking in those depths of his pools that t

He looked at her, curious as to what she had to say. "I have something to tell you," Alma remarked as she moved closer to him. Virgin nodded and motioned for her to come along. Alma followed him into his office. "What is it?" Virgil asked as he sat in his chair. "Your strategy for defeating Blaze is remarkable. But don't underestimate him. Remember that he is known as the ruthless alpha. He has no mercy when it comes to executing his foes." Virgil smirked, his fingers intertwined. "This ruthless alpha will be defeated and killed this time."

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.