(Author's Note: Three chapters has been allocated to Maximus' colorful and action packed backstory. It will be a first person POV as Maximus is recounting his earlier days)."Some think the mighty and powerful – heads of state, military commanders, and billionaires – are untouchable, exempt from the rules that govern the rest of us. But I've seen the other side. I wasn't born with a golden spoon or a title. I was once just like everyone else, with hopes and heartaches. And I, too, once felt the all-consuming fire of passion."I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long, imposing table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs, only one of which remained empty. The darkness was suffocating, obscuring everything, including my own reflection. I claimed the final seat, my presence a declaration of defiance.They thought me ill-prepared, too green for this high-stakes mission. But they underestimated me. As leader of the KWE mercenary group, a small yet fo

[Discretion: R +18]Emeka's voice was low and husky. "Assume the position," he whispered, his palm tracing the curve of her backside.She obeyed, crawling onto the bed with fluid grace. "I live to serve, my love," she purred, her tone dripping with seduction.The command had ignited a spark within her. She settled onto her hands and knees, her body arched and inviting.Emeka's eyes roamed over her, his gaze burning with desire. He reached out, his hand connecting with a gentle smack on her rounded flesh."Your wish?" she teased, glancing back at him with a sultry smile.She kneed on the bed with her well shaved pussy fully opened. Emeka licked his lips and pushed in two of his fingers and pulled out again."Ohhh, please just fuvk me,"she moaned. Emeka spank her butt once more and dive all the way to her hilt without warning."whhsh.."she moaned out in pain. She didn't mind being treated like a hooker, she was certainly enjoying every bit of it.Emeka began riding her roughly and her m

I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs. The darkness was almost palpable, obscuring everything but the faint outlines of my elite assassins."BOSS!" The room reverberated with the united shout, my Killer-Wolves greeting me with customary fervor.These skilled mercenaries were my creation, handpicked and trained after my England mission. Originally known as Wardogs Organization, we'd evolved into a force to be reckoned with. Countless suicide missions had forged us into an unbreakable unit, fearless and unwavering.Our reputation soared after the lucrative Bornu state mission. Millions in payment had elevated us to the top tier of mercenary guilds.I settled into the throne-like chair, surveying my team. "Be seated."As they took their seats, I began, "You're all aware of recent events."My assassins remained silent, their attention riveted on me, awaiting my next words.“I don't desire pity. I simpl

The news report painted a grim picture: forty policemen brutally slaughtered, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Witnesses described the killer as a mysterious figure clad in black spandex, wielding dual black swords and escaping on a powerful motorcycle.The police were on high alert, attributing the massacre to the notorious assassin known as Black Heart."...The Commissioner of Police has vowed to apprehend the perpetrator," the news anchor continued, before the TV screen flickered to black.I tossed the remote onto the couch cushion, already knowing the details. Hollow Reaper, my reliable informant, had briefed me on the next target: Mr. Stanley Kubrick, a college professor.My plan was simple: infiltrate Kubrick's office and eliminate him discreetly, avoiding the spectacle of my previous hit.As I turned on the shower, I thought back to the day of my wedding, I could have sworn things were finally going to be perfect for me, only for Fate to fuck it all up for me.*Ring*

As we entered the station, a police officer approached, his expression neutral. Hollow Reaper and I wore identical black facemasks, concealing our lower faces."Can I assist you gentlemen?" he asked, unaware of the true nature of our visit.Risky took the lead, his voice smooth. "Our friend was robbed on his way home from work. He's deaf and dumb, so we're here to file a personal complaint with the chief."A thousand naira notes discreetly changed hands, and the officer's demeanor shifted. His grin revealed a willingness to cooperate."Follow me, please," he said, leading us to the chief's office with an air of obsequiousness.Upon arrival, he announced our presence, his voice deferential. "Sir, three gentlemen wish to speak with you privately."“Okay. Let them in if they're really important.” his voice boomed from inside the office. The officer nodded and opened the door wide enough for us to go in. Then he saluted the chief and left.“Take a seat and tell me how I may be of help to