"I…" Rose mumbled. Did Tony want privacy because their dealing was covert?"Your boyfriend is waiting for you," the receptionist said with a wink.The beauty wanted to correct her, saying Tony was a business partner, but she had no time to lose. She grabbed the key and rushed into the lift, wishing to God that Victor was still out of harm.Rose knocked on Room 403's door, but there was no answer. Was Tony not there yet? She used the key to open the lock and admitted herself in.There was no one inside. However, there were signs of someone using the room. It was a honeymoon suite; the bed had been set for two, with dim, pleasing lights. A gramophone played a slow, romantic tune in the background.Rose bit her lip. Did she come to the wrong room? She was about to leave when the bathroom door opened.Tony Blackwell stepped out in a bath towel, ruffling his hair. He was a lean young man with an athletic build. Rose turned her eyes away in embarrassment. What a shameless fellow!"I can com
"Oh, do you claim to be the agent of my death?" Tony asked with a pompous tone. "Let me pose a question to you, stranger! Before interrupting my romantic night, did you take a moment to consider who I am? I belong to the Blackwell family! You heard it right! Do you now realize what consequences await you? Now cower before me and kiss my feet, or I will have you and your family tortured to death!"The masked man did not respond to Tony's humiliating suggestion. He walked towards the young man at a leisurely but dramatic pace.The assailant's visage triggered a memory in Tony. He remembered Joe Savage's report after the gangster barely escaped alive from a deadly attack last month. A mysterious man in a carnival mask massacred an entire army of goons. The latter was so powerful that he defeated Joe Savage and killed the legendary Titus Chrome. The event had terrorized the mafia gangs, even making the Puppetmaster's minions restless.Was this masked guy the same person? The thought sent
Tony aimed the gun at Victor's head and pulled the trigger. Bang! The powerful shot was enough to kill a man. However, the weapon's fire did not halt Victor's progress. Tony watched with a gaping mouth as the man held up a smoking, misshapen bullet in his hand. "It's a weak gun with no firepower," he pronounced. "A child's plaything."Tony's jaw dropped. Did Victor catch the fired bullet? No, that was not possible! Perhaps he missed, and Victor was playing a trick to unsettle him. He cocked the gun quickly and fired three more shots. It would be impossible to dodge or miss at such a short distance.Bang! Bang! Bang!Victor's arms moved so fast that they resembled the blades of a rotating fan. Three metal slugs dropped noisily to the floor at the gunfire's end."You don't learn, do you?"Tony digested the scene unfolding before him, and his legs began trembling. "What are you…" he stammered, thinking he had somehow entered a surreal nightmare.Victor reached the young man, took his we
Kurt bowed, exhilarated by the praise from his master.Meesho broke into tears. The heads belonged to able men he had trained for years. "Sir… I beg for your mercy! Let the rest of my gang live! We will serve you till the end of days! Please, sir!"Victor considered his pleas for a moment. "I forgive you, Meesho," he said. "Now get out of my sight and take your lieutenants with you. Keep them as a reminder of what happens to those who offend me!" The gang leader breathed a sigh of relief and kowtowed. He jumped to his feet, took the bag full of heads from Kurt, and escaped the room."You guys don't know me!!" Tony exclaimed, slipping into insanity. "I would have satisfied Rose! I am the perfect man with the perfect body! She would have been grateful!"Victor turned to Kurt Bane. "This man is too pathetic for me to kill. Take care of him."Kurt bowed to Victor for the opportunity and grabbed Tony. The young man flailed and struggled desperately, howling wildly, but the powerful arms o
Carmine City was famously known as the Blood Vein City. It was established over one hundred and thirty years ago. A large mining group discovered a rich treasure trove of gold in the Carmine hills. They fought over the gold vein leading to bloodshed. Only a few survived in the end, but it was said that the slopes were covered with blood. The gory event inspired the name Carmine.The few surviving families prospered from the trade and eventually built a city around the area. The settlement was carved into the hills and yet had the state's most advanced roads and public infrastructure. This development was due to the benevolence of the affluent mining families. The Blackwells were the wealthiest and most influential among them. One could only imagine what crimes they had to commit to stay at the top.Carol gaped in amazement as her car climbed up a slope of Carmine hills. A castle-like establishment was built on its peak with a massive black dragon sigil on the gate. Carol had not info
The young woman was taken by surprise by the sudden question. "I… I am not sure yet… He is very accomplished, but I don't know him that well personally."Alexander nodded and looked into the distance. "Damien is enthusiastic and defiant, just like I was in my youth. But he's unstable, and I thought someone like you in his life could settle his energies."Carol offered no response. The old man's talk seemed like rhetoric."He is a playboy, though," Alexander added with a frown. "A habit that I disapprove of. Again, he needs someone strong-willed to control his urges. Or he'll get into trouble anytime soon."Carol thought Alexander was seeking a reply just then. "I will observe him and tell you my decision later."The old man nodded and left his seat. "Alright. I admire your courage, little girl. Tomorrow is your deadline. Don't disappoint me."Carol bowed and left the room. The Head Butler, Rollo, led her to a guest bedroom. As soon as she was gone, a tall, elegant woman in her sixties
"I don't think we have been introduced yet," Carol posed at the dashing stranger. "I'm Carol Atelier… And you are…?"The man gazed into her chestnut-brown eyes and smiled tenderly. "They call me Caesar…" he replied dreamily. Carol blushed all of a sudden, overcome by his charm.Caesar clasped her left hand with his and placed his right hand under her shoulder blades, settling into the waltz position. "Shall we dance?" he asked politely.Carol nodded, and they ascended into the ballroom. They moved in perfect sync, drawing the eyes of the audience. Carol eyed her partner curiously; she had never heard of the Caesar name spoken in business circles and wanted to know more about her partner. Which family did he belong to? Was he from a top-tier conglomerate? However, it wasn't polite to ask someone directly, and she thought better of it."Don't rush into the steps," the mysterious man instructed her calmly. "Let me guide you."Carol blushed and giggled like a teenager. "I'm sorry… I don'
Everything pieced together in Carol's mind. Was Caesar the man who booked a patron room for her during Haley B's concert? Did he rescue Josh from the Grizzly Kings gang? Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she had just met her long-time admirer. The man who was even mightier than Alexander Blackwell!There was something familiar about Caesar. His manly smell and stately figure rang all kinds of bells in Carol's mind. She bit her lip as she realized the stranger had reminded her of Victor."Josh, have you seen Victor at the party?" she asked her brother.The brat's cheerful face immediately morphed into a scowl. "What nonsense! Why would you bring up that trash's name in this elite gathering? He doesn't even deserve to be a chauffeur to these bigwigs!" Carol's parents also joined in to denounce their former son-in-law. "Sweetie, don't tell anybody he was your ex-husband," Martha advised her. "People will avoid you!"Carol sighed. The mysterious man couldn't possibly be Victor. He