Don Francisco, whose fear was momentarily overridden by a flicker of defiance, straightened himself. "Come on, G, a man has got to survive," he began, his voice was a strained mixture of desperation and bravado. "I had to make money on a big scale."Romeo's eyes darkened with rage. He moved swiftly towards Don Francisco, the cold fury in his gaze was freezing the air around him. Without a word, he raised his hand and delivered a sharp, resounding slap across Don Francisco's face. The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the room, and the other dealers flinched as they watched."Do you know what harm you have brought?" Romeo's voice was a low, dangerous growl, dripping with contempt. "Do you know the consequences of the shitty business you involved yourself in all because you wanted to make money on a big scale?"Without waiting for a response, Romeo delivered another thunderous slap, this one was even more powerful. The impact sent Don Francisco sprawling backward, crashing to

Anna Hickey reclined in her plush office chair, and her eyes were fixated on the video playing on her large screen. The footage showed the pitbulls tearing into Don Francisco Escobar, his bloodied and broken form made it impossible to believe that he was actually a rich and influencial individual.A satisfied smirk curled her lips as she took a sip of her red wine, savoring the moment."Eat that, sucker," she murmured, the pleasure in her voice was unmistakable. For weeks, Escobar had been a thorn in her side, after threatening to dismantle her business since she refused to partner with him. His fate at this point was the sweet revenge she had yearned for.Just then, the door to her office swung open, and Romeo entered. His appearance was modest, a far cry from his imposing alter ego, General Romeo Stormbreaker. Gone were the fierce eyes and the commanding presence; he seemed almost ordinary, dressed in simple attire that belied his fearsome reputation.Anna's eyes widened in surpri

The five Harte Boer rebels fanned out, and their weapons were trained on Romeo's position behind the car. The silence was shattered as they opened fire, and astorm of bullets pummeled the vehicle. Metal and glass exploded around Romeo, who pressed himself flat against the ground, feeling the vibrations of each impact.He waited for a brief lull in the onslaught, then rolled out from behind the car, raising one of the machine guns. His first burst caught one rebel in the shoulder, sending him stumbling back. Romeo didn't pause, moving with practiced precision as he sought new cover behind a nearby stall.The rebels regrouped, adjusting their aim and advancing. Romeo popped up from behind the stall, squeezing off rounds in controlled bursts. He aimed low, catching a second rebel in the thigh. The man screamed and fell, clutching his leg as blood pooled beneath him.The remaining rebels split, one flanking to the left while two others pressed forward. Romeo's heart raced, but his fo

Two days after the harrowing battle, Romeo Stormbreaker, now fully clad in his attire as the general of the Mondosh army, walked with Lieutenant General Thompson, his deputy, and four other military chiefs: Major General Elijah Möller, Brigadier General Ludwig Märtz, Colonel Samuel Weiss, and Colonel Ivan Döring.The weight of the recent invasion hung heavy on his shoulders, and his seething anger was easily noticed on every stride.His boots echoed ominously through the halls of the military headquarters, and each step was fueled by the rage burning within him. The Harte Boers' audacious attack had shaken him to the core, and the questions swirling in his mind demanded answers."How could this happen?" Romeo's voice was a low, dangerous growl as he turned to face his chiefs. "How did our soldiers at the borders fail to prevent the Harte Boers from invading the state?"The chiefs exchanged uneasy glances. Major General Elijah Morrow stepped forward as his face was etched with concern

A few days later, Romeo Stormbreaker sat perched on a stool across the sleek bar counter of the winery, bathed in the warm, ambient lighting that cast a soft glow over the rustic decor. The air was filled with the rich, intoxicating aroma of aged wine, and the gentle hum of conversation created a soothing background noise. He wore a simple outfit—a worn leather jacket over a plain shirt and jeans—blending in seamlessly with the other patrons. There was no hint of his true identity as a war general or the powerful heir to the throne of Mondosh.Romeo took a sip from his glass, with the robust flavor of the red wine barely registering on his taste buds. His mind was clouded with thoughts of the secessionist Harte Boers and their relentless invasion. The weight of the situation continued to overwhelm him, and he couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that loomed over Yilaburg. Every strategy, every potential ally, and every threat raced through his mind in a chaotic whirl.Lo