"General, Jason is back," John reported to Sullivan who was seated across the table. Sullivan’s eyes narrowed as John’s words hung in the air, tension thickening the atmosphere. He always knew that Jason would show up sooner or later but he didn't expect it to be so soon. The dim light from the small lamp on the table cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines of worry etched into the general’s face."Are you certain?" He asked again so he could be sure. “Jason is back,” John repeated his voice grave. He remained standing at attention, though he could feel the weight of Sullivan’s scrutiny pressing down on him. "He’s taken over the entire underground empire. The former leader... is no more."Sullivan leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he processed the information.This was so shocking and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he rose so quickly. He had always known that Jason was a formidable force, molded by brutal t
Jason sat in his dimly lit office, the heavy silence of the room punctuated only by the ticking of an old clock on the wall. The air was thick with the scent of leather and smoke, mingling with the faint aroma of whiskey from the glass in his hand. He stared down at the liquid, swirling it slowly as he reflected on the event that had brought him here—at the top of the underground empire, feared by those who once looked down on him.With his newfound power and authority, Jason knew he was unstoppable and now it was time to take back everything that was taken from him. He had spent years clawing his way out of the shadows, enduring brutal training, torture, and pain.What made him happiest was that the scar was no more. He always promised to end his life and so he did. He chuckled when he recalled the look of hurt and helplessness on his face. Every step had been a struggle, but now, with power and authority firmly in his grasp, he knew he was unstoppable. It was time to repay th
Sullivan’s heart skipped a beat as John's words sank in. He stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing to process the information. The unease that had been gnawing at him now turned into full-blown dread."Have you checked everywhere?" Sullivan demanded, his voice sharp with urgency."Have you searched every corner of the house? The garden.""Yes, General," John replied, still catching his breath. "We've searched the entire estate, questioned the staff—no one has seen them since this afternoon. Although I interrogated the maids and they overhead the lady Erica talking about going to a boutique."Sullivan clenched his fists, his mind reeling. Erica and Evelyn wouldn't just disappear. Not without something being wrong. His thoughts quickly turned to Jason. Could this be his move? Was this the beginning of his revenge?"It's going to be her regular. Have you called in to see if they used their cards to pay for any item..""General, they never made their way to the boutique."“Damn it
Sullivan’s heart pounded as Jason’s voice echoed through the dark, cavernous warehouse. He clenched his fists, every muscle in his body tensed, ready for whatever was to come.“Jason,” Sullivan called out, his voice steady but laced with fury. “Where are they?”A low chuckle reverberated through the space, causing Sullivan’s skin to crawl. He spun around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but the shadows played tricks on his senses. Suddenly, a flicker of light appeared on the far wall, and a hologram of Jason materialized, his cold eyes locking onto Sullivan.“Relax, General,” Jason said with a twisted smile. “They’re alive… for now.”Sullivan took a step forward, his jaw clenched. “I’m not here to play games, Jason. Where are they?”The hologram of Jason tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Always so impatient. You know, Sullivan, you should be thanking me. I’ve given you a gift—freedom.”Sullivan narrowed his eyes, his pulse racing. “What are you talking
Sullivan’s footsteps echoed hollowly through the grand halls of their home, the weight of the night's events pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had escorted Erica and Evelyn back from the warehouse, but the tension between him and Erica was palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second. As soon as they arrived, Erica had avoided his gaze, her body rigid with anger and pain. Sullivan had tried to reach out to her, but she had brushed past him, her eyes cold and distant. Now, he stood outside their bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest.Taking a deep breath, Sullivan pushed the door open and stepped inside. Erica was by the window, her back to him as she stared out into the night. The silence between them was suffocating.“Erica…” Sullivan began, his voice low and tentative.She didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to hear it, Sullivan,” she said, her voice cold and firm.“Please,” he implored, stepping closer. “Just let me explain. I was trying to protect you. I
Sullivan managed a weak smile, though it did little to mask the turmoil within him. "I feel like it too," he admitted, running a hand through his disheveled hair."Did you even get any sleep."Sullivan turned his eyes lazily at john. "What do you think?""Right." John remarked as he gave a nod. John moved to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat across from Sullivan. The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken worries and unaddressed fears.After a long sip of his coffee, John finally spoke. "I take it things didn’t go well with Erica?"Sullivan sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "No, they didn’t. She’s so hurt, John. I don’t know how to fix this."John nodded thoughtfully, his gaze steady and he sighed before he slouch on the couch. "You’ve always been good at fixing things, Sullivan. But some wounds… some wounds need time, not quick fixes."Sullivan stared into his cup, the steam rising in gentle swirls. "I know that. But I can’t s
The room had barely settled into a sense of uneasy calm when the doors to the council's meeting chamber burst open. "Jason has gone wrong and we need to put him down." Mrs.Martin yelled. "You of all people should know that he's not a force to be reckoned with. " Jason's father yelled. "You are no longer the head of this council so don't give oders." Mrs. Martin snapped. "But as a member i have a right to speak." He shot quickly. His face was clenched in anger because he still couldn't believe she did this to him. Ever since he stepped down from his position, his family has not been peaceful plus the death of his grandfather made his wife on a rampage. "Speak when you are needed."She shunned then she turned her gaze to the council. "We need to deal with Jason before he destroys the city and everything in it. " She said firmly. "What do you suggest we do then. "Mr almer asked."What can we possibly do? "Mr smith rolled his eyes."He's a child. "Mrs.martin groaned. "A child th
Jason's cold smile lingered as he took a step back, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to defy him. Mrs. Martin glared at him, her jaw clenched in anger, but she remained silent. The tension in the room was palpable, every breath heavy with unspoken threats and unresolved conflicts. Jason had them all where he wanted—on edge, fearful, and uncertain.Before anyone could muster a response, Jason turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber, his men following closely behind. As the heavy doors slammed shut behind him, the room erupted once more into chaotic whispers and accusations. But their words meant nothing to Jason now. The seeds of discord had been planted, and it was only a matter of time before they bore fruit.*****John approached Sullivan’s study with deliberate steps, his heart racing with the urgency of the situation. He knew that the council's infighting had reached its peak and that Sullivan, the Dragon General, would be ready to act. Knocking briefly, Joh