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It was also becoming hard to keep our relationship from Mike, so we decided to just be friends. Then three years ago our lives were changed forever. Catherine was in a car accident with her parents on the way to the airport. She was pulled from the car by a man named Trevor Woods, but her parents were not so lucky. They were both killed, and poor Catherine was traumatized. Little did we know that her parent’s death was no accident and that we were about to go through hell and back. While Catherine was in the hospital, Mike was approached by a man named Seth. He informed Mike that his father, James Scott, was the leader of a gang in Chicago, and that with his death Mike was now to be the one

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Leading that charge was Hunter Vance. Hunter was Julian’s cousin—a six-foot-three power forward built like an anvil, with a dark visor, a jagged scar across his chin, and a reputation as the dirtiest captain in the Eastern Conference. Where Julian used contracts and boardrooms to bully people, Hunter used elbow pads, timber-hard cross-checks, and a foul mouth that never stopped running. The whistle blew in the neutral zone, killing a play after a offside call.

Victoria closed her eyes, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned bone-white. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her voice vibrating heavily as she restrained her boiling fury. "Who... who is the bastard that dared to ruin my son's future?! And why didn't Julian sever his head that very day?!" "It wasn't that simple, Ma'am," I replied bitterly. "The man is incredibly powerful and has impenetrable security. His name is Ryder Vance. The CEO of Vance Group in Chicago." Mrs. Victoria's eyes snapped open. The shock on her face vanished, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating glare that was identical to Julian's whenever he was about to destroy someone.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

Blood gushed out from his attack and every members panicked in great fear. Cassio fell on the ground but he was still breathing. " Get him up " Maximo ordered no one in particular but two members quickly obey him. They get cassio who was now breathing hard to his feet unsteadily. Maximo sighed frustratedly as he pulled out his cellphone which he extended to Marco. " Connect the video to the TV, let's watch together " Marco quickly did as he was told and every members of the Santinos family watched the clear story of how cassio had blow up South Villa.

I was meeting one of Marino's guys here for a stakeout, and I had no idea how long this would take. I spotted Vince the minute I walked into the place. We'd met once at a party on Marino's yacht. Vince was a decent guy. Tall, with broad shoulders and blonde hair in a military crew cut. Marino had mentioned that he was an ex- Navy Seal. Something about Vince taking early retirement after being wounded during a mission. Some top secret shit. "Hey Vince, how's it going?" I asked him, sliding into the red leather booth across from him. "Anything happening yet?"

His eyes were shining, and he held the halberd with an overwhelming momentum. The expression on his face became extremely crazy. "This idiot... Why did he provoke this lunatic?" The disciples from the other peaks, who had intended to support Chad, all changed their expressions when they felt Vince's aura. They cursed in their heart. Although Vince looked delicate and pretty, he was a complete pervert. His way of fighting was like a madman. If someone fought with him, even if they didn't die, they would lose a layer of skin. Therefore, although Vince Schmidt rarely showed up, his name was enough to be remembered.