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JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR The Appeal
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Karen stood on the veranda of the grand Marco estate, her heart heavy with the burden of her unspoken words. It had been months since Karen and Marco had truly spoken, and even longer since the incident in the train station. The tension between them was palpable, but Karen was ready to tire to adjust things with her husband.Karen had spent the last few weeks trying to reach out to Jason, who had distanced himself, retreating into the solitude of his apartment in the city.She had called, sent messages, even written him letters—each one filled with the hope that he would come back to her, back to the life in the estate.But Jason remained silent, his pain and doubts holding him back from returning to the place that held so many memories, both beautiful and painful.She knew the reasons for his hesitation. The Marco family was not just any family; the fighting, legacy, power, and expectations weighed heavily on Jason’s shoulders.But recen
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR Mom, you watched...
Rose sat at the edge of the long dining table, staring at the empty chair at the other end. The silence of the room pressed against her chest as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The grand chandelier above, with its crystal drops sparkling under the afternoon sun, cast fragmented light across the polished mahogany table. It was the same table where the family used to gather for dinners, laughter echoing through the walls. Now, it was just her and the weight of a conversation that had yet to happen.She ran her fingers along the embroidered edges of the linen tablecloth, her thoughts drifting back to the day when everything changed. It was sixteen years ago, but the memory remained as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. Jason, her eldest son, had stood tall, his eyes filled with a stubborn determination that matched her father do the terrible thing to them.Henry, Jason’s grandfather, had issued the ultimatum with the cold finality of a man who had spent his life b
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR shoot him 1
Jared sat in his dimly lit office, a room that had witnessed countless deals, betrayals, and decisions that shaped the underworld he controlled. The walls were adorned with dark, expensive wood paneling, the shelves lined with books that were more for show than reading, and a large, imposing desk dominated the center of the room. Behind him, a large window offered a view of the city skyline, the twinkling lights casting long shadows across the room.The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, curling lazily from the ashtray beside him. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, the familiar creak providing a momentary distraction from the thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind.His hand, usually steady and controlled, trembled slightly as he reached for the decanter of brandy on his desk. The amber liquid caught the light as he poured it, the sound of the ice clinking against the glass loud in the otherwise silent room.As he took a sip, the warmth of the brandy did little to ch
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR Shoot him 2
Chapter 14Jared sat in his dimly lit office, a room that had witnessed countless deals, betrayals, and decisions that shaped the underworld he controlled. The walls were adorned with dark, expensive wood paneling, the shelves lined with books that were more for show than reading, and a large, imposing desk dominated the center of the room. Behind him, a large window offered a view of the city skyline, the twinkling lights casting long shadows across the room.The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, curling lazily from the ashtray beside him. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, the familiar creak providing a momentary distraction from the thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind.His hand, usually steady and controlled, trembled slightly as he reached for the decanter of brandy on his desk. The amber liquid caught the light as he poured it, the ice clinking against the glass loud in the otherwise silent room.As he took a sip, the warmth of the brandy did little to chas
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR The Warning
The small bakery where Jason worked was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the warmth of the ovens, creating an atmosphere that was comforting and familiar.The bakery was modest, with wooden shelves lined with golden loaves of bread, pastries dusted with powdered sugar, and cookies arranged neatly in glass jars. Sunlight streamed through the large front windows, casting a soft glow over the checkered floor and illuminating the flour-dusted countertops.Jason had chosen this life deliberately, distancing himself from the chaotic underworld that his brother-in-law, Jared, controlled with stupidity and lack of manner. It was a quiet life, far removed from the violence and treachery that had become all too familiar.But despite the peaceful facade, Jason knew he could never fully escape Jared’s crazy thought once in a while. The failed assassination attempt at the train station had left him shaken, a constant reminder that danger was never
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR The Reaper 1
The town was shrouded in darkness by the time Jared’s hired assassins arrived, the moonlight barely penetrating the heavy clouds that hung low in the sky.The air was thick with the promise of rain, the kind that made the streets glisten under the faint glow of the streetlights. The town was quiet, its residents tucked away in their homes, unaware of the danger that had just slipped into their midst.The assassins were a well-trained team, each member a ghost in their own right. They moved with a fluidity and silence that came from years of practice, their presence as unnoticed as the shifting shadows.Leading them was a man known only as “The Reaper,” a name that struck fear into the hearts of those who knew his reputation.The Reaper was a figure of legend in the criminal underworld, a man whose face was as much a mystery as his origins. His team followed him without question, trusting in his expertise and the deadly precision with which he carried out his assignments.As they reach
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR The Reaper 2
But he knew better than to dismiss it entirely. The timing was too perfect, the noise too loud. The Reaper’s instincts, honed by years of survival in a deadly business, told him that this was a setup—a distraction meant to draw them away from something more important.He motioned for one of his men to check the back door of the bakery while he and the other assassin continued to sweep the area. The Reaper wasn’t about to let his guard down, not when the stakes were this high.Inside the bakery, Jason watched from the shadows, his heart pounding so loudly he feared it might give him away. He had intentionally knocked over the trash can to create a distraction, but now he needed to move—and fast. He slipped through the back door and into the alley, staying low and keeping to the darkest shadows.The Reaper’s man reached the back door just as it was swinging shut. He signaled to his leader, and The Reaper’s eyes narrowed with a mixture of suspicion and certainty.“He’s close. Spread out
JASON REVENLLI, THE OUTCAST HEIR Call of the Hit, Jared
The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and betrayal. Jason Ravenelli moved swiftly through the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had just escaped his second death trap, narrowly avoiding the clutches of Reaper, the leader of the assassins Jared Marco had sent to kill him.The Marco estate loomed before him, an imposing mansion surrounded by dense woods, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky. Jason knew this was it—the moment he had been avoiding but could no longer escape. It was time to confront Jared.As he approached the mansion, he was acutely aware of the dangers that lay ahead. Jared was no fool, and the fact that he had survived this long was a testament to his cunning. Jason had to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless if he was going to survive the night.The estate was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Jason slipped through the shadows, making his
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