On all the newspaper and television media, there was breaking news about Mikhail.“The heir of the Ivanov family bribed the cops to put an innocent guy into jail and hired ten thugs to beat him.”“The police found drugs in Mikhail's car and his house, along with inappropriate sex tapes with some artists.”“There are a lot of charges and legal reports against Mikhail for his tendency to assault people, but none have brought him to justice. All were buried. Will this one be buried too?”***Ivanov.In the Ivanov Family's conference room, Vladimir Ivanov, the patriarch, looked sternly at his executives.“We have seen how the Bolton family fell because of the media. I don’t want any story about the Ivanov family in the media starting tomorrow.”“The media won’t accept it unless we pay them more,” added the manager.“Then give them what they want.”“Yes, Sir.”“How about, 'The Bolton’s Brokeback Mountain land?” Vladimir glanced at one executive. “Igor, how could we fail to secure something
I drove my car to one edge of the city, a place I never knew existed.It resembled a slum, yet slightly better. The houses were old and desperately needed renovation; their paint was peeling and faded.I parked beside one such house, its fence dilapidated, screaming for repair.As I walked to the fence, I noticed three people sitting on the road, their eyes fixed on me and my car.Their gazes held a message I could clearly understand. I waved and called out, "My man, could you come here, please?"One looked surprised, exchanged glances with his friends—a mix of shock and amusement—then, with a swagger akin to a gangster, approached me."What's up, man?""What's your name?""Bill," he responded."Alright, Bill," I said, pulling out three $100 bills. "I'll give you each $100 to watch my car for a few minutes. I won't be long."His smile broadened, "Sure, man. No one's gonna touch your car. Enjoy your time. Me and my brothers will keep all the bad guys away.""Good to hear it."I walked
When I walked outside, I found Bill and his gang engaged in a skirmish with two other men. "I am guarding this car, don’t you dare to touch it," Bill asserted, his voice firm with conviction."How much is he paying you?" one of the intruders sneered."$100," replied one of Bill's friends, his tone dismissive."You! Why protect this car? We could sell it together!" another thug interjected, greed flashing in his eyes. "I can give you at least $1000."Bill smiled, his expression one of amused superiority. "It's about responsibility, man. You need to be a man to keep your word to others.""Damn you, Bill!" the two men cursed, their frustration palpable as they walked away.Approaching the trio, I noticed the bruises marring their skin. "You're doing great," I commended."Thanks," Bill responded, a hint of gratitude in his weary voice.Seeing his potential, I offered, "I'll give you $300, or do you want a chance for a new life?"Bill exchanged a meaningful glance with his friends, who col
"What the fuck are you saying?" The gang motor leader raised his hand, eyes blazing with fury. His members raised all their weapons toward me."I just need to lower my hand, and you are dead."I laughed, finding the situation absurdly funny."Kneel!" the gang motor leader bellowed at me."How about this," I said, stepping forward, a smirk playing on my lips. "I raise my hand, and if I lower it, all of you will die."The leader and the whole gang burst into laughter, looking at me standing alone."Do you think it is funny?" I asked, trying to keep a smile and raised my hand."Very, very funny," the gang motor leader gasped between laughs. "My stomach even hurts from laughing."Suddenly, a gun was pressed to back of his head, and similarly, all of the gang members found themselves at gunpoint on their back head."If you think it is funny," I asked them, my voice cold as ice, "do you want me to lower my hand?"Their faces turned grim.I looked them. "If you want to solve this in a good m
When the KGB entered the arena, I found myself burrowing even deeper into my cover.They had the most systematic way of detecting anyone they set their sights on, nearly on par with the CIA.Sure, the Holy Order's intelligence wasn't as robust; they were still making progress.For my own safety, I returned to my everyday school life, adding more layers to my disguise.Bruno and Lena were given a new building to stay in and convert into an office for their new mining project. Bruno would handle everything and would call me if he encountered any problems, using our secure connection.Harmony and her gang of lawyers were still deeply engaged in heated arguments concerning the Land of Ivanov's legal status.Violet was buying the land around Brokeback Mountains while expand Eden’s properties reach.Natalia Petrova was strengthening her position by recruiting police to our side, while allowing the Holy Order to expand by themselves.Unlike Bolton, who always retaliated when attacked, Ivanov
I looked at Crystal. "Are you having an affair or dating two boyfriends at the same time?"She pouted while looking at me. "When did you even realize you had a girlfriend?""When I am hungry?" I replied."Yeah," Crystal said, rolling her eyes. "I only have a boyfriend when he's hungry and wants to eat. And that guy, he's just dreaming of being my boyfriend. So, to him, I'm like his dreamy girlfriend.""Crystal, you can't just say things like that," the man protested. "We've known each other since we were kids, and our parents are planning to engage us. You can't keep refusing it.""Robert, you can keep dreaming, okay?" Crystal retorted, pushing past him with her friend toward the stairs. "I have a boyfriend here, his name is Alex. So I won't be having a second boyfriend for a while."Robert looked at me, utterly shocked. "How can you be her boyfriend?" He continued to follow us to downstair."Well," I said, noting how Crystal really disliked that man and was using me as a buffer. "I t
“Lucas!” Crystal yelled. “You cannot do that!”I raised my hand to Crystal while the water was wetting my face. “Please, Crystal, don’t stop him.”“Yeah, you poor man,” Lucas laughed, his eyes gleaming with scorn. “Hope you already know your place. It is no use to fight us, the Lancester”I stood firm, my voice steady and defiant. “Do you know why I don’t want Crystal to stop you?”I warmed up my body slightly, preparing for what was to come. “So I can enjoy hitting you.”I moved my hand swiftly to deliver a deep strike to his stomach, causing him to bend over in agony, and after a moment, he vomited. “Looks like you just throw up your dinner.”I grabbed his hair and forced his face down into his vomit. “My parents says you can not waste your food.”Another man came at me with restaurant wooden chair, aiming to strike me from behind, but I evaded, and his chair hit his friend, Lucas. Causing Lucas to fell with painful moaning.I launched my hit to his ribcage, sending him crashing dow
At first, Lucas and Robert, calling all their friends were only looking to confront Alex and redeem their wounded pride.However, they hadn't anticipated that Alex, the jerk, would call the police instead of facing them.“That fucking bastard, I am going to kill him if I ever meet him again!” Lucas said. "Do you want to fight or surrender?"He questioned Robert, whose complexion had turned as pale as paper, unaware that his sudden anger Alex and his call to his cousin Lucas to help him would lead to the arrival of the police."Fighting the cops? Do you think it's easy? We'll be dragged into deeper trouble," Robert replied, his face ashen with dread. “My dad will kill me this time.”The rest of the group also turned pale. "You said it was only one person. Why are all these cops here?"Soon, the police began to enter with guns on their hands."Everyone, raise your hands and face the wall. Keep your hands where we can see them, and don't make any sudden moves, or we'll have to respond,"