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He paused, locking eyes with Lauren as he continued, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Listen, Detective. No man born of a woman, no minor deity existing on this earth, has the power to stand in front of Oliver Storm for even a minute. The bullet that can kill me hasn't been manufactured, and the weapon that can harm me hasn't been forged.”Oliver's gaze pierced through Lauren, his voice resonating with a chilling authority as he continued his proclamation of dominance."I am the harbinger of destruction, the architect of fate," he declared, his words carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "I am the tempest unleashed, the unyielding force that bends the very fabric of reality to my will.”A sense of awe washed over those present, their breath caught in their throats as they bore witness to Oliver's unbridled power. In his presence, they felt small and insignificant, mere mortals standing before a titan among men.Oliver's eyes bore into Lauren's, a glint of unde
Mentioning Oliver brought a flood of memories rushing back to Logan's mind—nights spent together, whispered conversations, and shared moments of intimacy. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she pondered the complexities of their relationship."How I wished I could have carried the children of such a great man," Logan sighed softly, her thoughts drifting to what could have been. "But it didn't work out that way.”After she was done dressing, Logan descended the stairs and entered the living room, where Garcia Storm awaited her, seated elegantly on the sofa.Upon seeing Logan, Garcia rose with a warm smile, her eyes brightening at the sight of her companion. "How are you, my dear?" she inquired, her concern evident in her gentle tone.Logan nodded respectfully. "I'm fine, ma'am," she replied. "Have you taken your medications?”Garcia nodded affirmatively. "Of course, I have," she chuckled softly. "You would not let me rest if I didn't, so I always do."Taking Garcia's hands in he
Oliver's expression was stern as he listened to Arshad's fear-filled plea. He knew that Arshad had brought this predicament upon himself by attempting to carry out the contract on his life. When Arshad spoke of his fear for his life, Oliver's response was cold and pragmatic."Protecting yourself is up to you and not me," he said, his tone firm and unyielding. "You got yourself into useless problems, and now you must find a way out. Don't expect me to protect you. You have your own men; use them to find a solution.”With those words, Oliver ended the call abruptly, hanging up the phone. As Oliver hung up the phone, Zelda looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Hubby, is everything alright? Anything wrong?" she asked, sensing that the call might have been troubling.Oliver smiled warmly at her, his features softening. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, a gesture meant to reassure her. "Don't worry, everything is fine," he said, his tone calm and soothing. "Just a mi
They waited for many hours, the anticipation building as the darkness of evening enveloped the surroundings. Some of the men had even drifted off to sleep inside the van when suddenly, one of them spotted Garcia's car approaching."Hey, Garcia is already coming in, let's get ready," he exclaimed, shaking his comrades awake.With renewed alertness, the men peered out of the van, their eyes fixated on Garcia's car as it pulled up to the entrance. Inside the car, Vespera remained composed, her keen assassin instincts guiding her observations.Seeing a parked car nearby, Vespera assessed the situation with a practiced eye. There were no signs of prolonged parking, indicating that the vehicle was likely there for a specific purpose. With a subtle smile, she continued driving into the estate.As Garcia and Logan disembarked from the car, Vespera stayed behind, maintaining her vigilance. Garcia glanced back at her with a frown, questioning her hesitation."Why are you standing there, Vespera
As they continued to discuss their strategy, a sudden sense of unease washed over one of the men. He stiffened, his eyes darting around the van as if searching for an unseen threat."Hey, did you guys see that?" he whispered urgently, his voice laced with alarm.The other men glanced at him, their expressions puzzled. "See what?" one of them asked, his brow furrowing in confusion."I saw something move," the man insisted, his voice rising with panic. "It was like lightning, but I couldn't see anyone.”His words hung in the air, the silence that followed thick with tension. The other men exchanged wary glances, their nerves on edge as they scanned their surroundings for any sign of danger."Maybe you're just imagining things," one of them suggested, trying to quell the rising sense of fear.But the man shook his head adamantly. "No, I'm telling you, something's not right. We need to be on high alert.”"Come on, nothing will happen," one of the men scoffed, trying to quell the rising te
Dear readers I haven't ended it, there'll be chapters soon, due to certain issues haven't been able to continue, would do.
Grimacing with agony, the man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, struggling to endure the searing pain that radiated from his wounded thigh. Each breath was a struggle. With a steely glint in her eyes, Vespera withdrew the gun from the man's lips and aimed it at his knee with chilling precision. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled the trigger, the deafening boom of the gunshot reverberating through the air as a bullet tore through the man's knee, shattering bone and tissue with brutal force. The man's scream echoed through the night, his body wracked with agony as he collapsed to the ground, his shattered knee rendering him utterly helpless before Vespera's merciless interrogation. "Where's the address?" Vespera demanded once more, her voice cold. Gulping hard, the man's eyes darted nervously as he struggled to compose himself through the haze of pain and fear. Finally, with a shaky breath, he spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "The address... it's..." he
As Vespera moved towards the car, she turned back to address her team, her expression steely."Before we head out, clean up these bodies," she instructed, her voice firm. "Make sure there’s no trace left behind. I don’t want any sign of this incident here."One of the guards stepped forward, nodding but looking at the black van parked nearby. "And the vehicle, ma’am? What do we do with it?”Vespera smirked, a hint of dark amusement in her eyes. "We’ll handle that too. Have it rebranded, stripped of any identifiers. Once it’s ready, it’ll be delivered to the local orphanage as a donation. They could use a decent vehicle more than these fools ever could."The guard’s mouth curled into a knowing smile as he nodded. "Understood, ma’am. We’ll get it done."The team moved quickly, setting about their tasks with military precision. Two guards began gathering the bodies, making sure every detail was accounted for, while others turned their attention to wiping down the van and removing any wea