"I'm guessing, you're the one sending those assassins?" Liam asked, his expression cold. He already knew it, but he had asked because he wanted to hear Salvatore admit it. However, to his disappointment, Salvatore's answer was not what he had expected. "No. If I did that you wouldn't be standing here." He said his tone was threatening. And he was right about not sending assassin's against Liam, because the only person he had sent after Liam was Vin, his trusted right hand man. So the person who had sent the assassin's after Liam, was someone else. Yet another annoying mystery for Liam.Liam's intuition told him that Salvatore might indeed be telling the truth about not orchestrating the assassination attempts. Salvatore's demeanor appeared straightforward, and a nagging sense inside Liam suggested that if Salvatore were truly behind the assassins, he wouldn't deny it outright. Despite the uncertainty of the situation, Liam's instincts were beginning to lean toward believing Salvatore
The impact was shocking and powerful. Vin was caught off guard, and Liam's kick connected with astonishing force, sending him sprawling to the floor, instantly falling unconscious. The entire thing unfolded so quickly that Salvatore could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. He stood there, visibly taken aback by Liam's astonishing agility and combat skill set, surprised that Liam had dispatched his skillful right-hand man with such ease.As Liam's gaze shifted from the unconscious Vin to Salvatore, the room seemed to shrink in the Mafia boss's eyes. It was just the two of them, and Salvatore's heart raced. He realized he had no hired muscle to shield him, and the animosity in Liam's eyes was evident. Liam's icy stare sent a chill down Salvatore's spine, he didn't know what Liam was gonna do next. Was he going to attack him? Liam's expression gave off, a menacing intensity that Salvatore had never encountered before . Fear crept over him, but he managed to compose himself as h
Liam retrieved the fallen ring from the floor, his gaze fixated on it as he examined it closely. The sheer astonishment lingered in his mind; it had inexplicably slipped off his finger, when he least expected it, and he had tried to get it off his finger multiple times before , but it had always refused. Liam didn't know what to do with it, the ring's mysterious behavior left him utterly perplexed. He wondered if he should put it back on, or do what he had always wanted to do for a long time: Getting rid of it. Liam quickly dismissed the second option, reminding himself that the ring was a family heirloom, and it was his duty now to protect it.But still, Liam was not about to put the ring back on, in fear that it might never come off his finger again. He had another idea, he walked back to his bedroom, grabbed his wallet on the dresser and carefully pressed the ring inside, ensuring it was safe.With the ring finally put away, Liam let out a sigh, as he walked back to the bathroom.
Liam sat in his office, the soft hum of his computer filling the room as he immersed himself in his work. The events of that morning seemed like a distant memory as he focused on the complicated details of a project spread out before him. His desk was a landscape of charts, reports, and a laptop screen displaying complex data.He had been at it for hours now. The rhythmic tapping of his keyboard and the occasional sip of coffee were the only sounds in the room.Outside his office window, the city buzzed with its usual energy. The rhythmic sounds of car horns and distant sirens served as a constant reminder of the world beyond his office walls. Liam grabbed a document from the desk, it was a financial report. As he attentively reviewed the financial report, his phone buzzed with a new message. He picked it up and saw a notification from Sheila. The message read, 'Lets meet up now!'Liam sighed in exasperation, he had forgotten that he had promised to meet up with Sheila and talk to he
Sheila being a little too nice was kind of creeping Liam out, because that was just so unlike her. Liam asked Sheila why she had invited him over.Sheila gestured for Liam to take a seat beside her, her inviting tone luring him in. "Why don't you sit down?" She offered, "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked. Liam shook his head. "No, I'm good." He responded as he settled nto the plush chair, the comfort of the seat contrasting with the tension that seemed to hang in the air.He couldn't help but wonder about Sheila's choice of such an intimate setting for their meeting, and her flirtatious demeanor had left him somewhat off-kilter. As he sank into the chair, Liam decided it was time to address the obvious. "Alright, shall we get to the point?" he inquired.Leaning in closer, Sheila lowered her voice to a secretive whisper. "Liam, darling, I've asked you here for a very specific reason. I need something from you, something only you can provide."Liam raised an eyebrow, his cur
Now that he was fully aware, it seemed Sheila was determined to ensure the entire world knew about his involvement in Simon's death, unless he surrendered the ring, of course.However, that option was out of the question. Liam sat silently for a brief moment, then locked eyes with Sheila, a tone of disappointment in his voice as he spoke, "Really? And I thought you were someone I could trust. I guess I was mistaken."Still seated down on her seat, Sheila looked at him as she replied, "unless you want the whole world to know that you're a murderer you should give me the ring." Liam hated the fact that she called him a murderer, as if she wasn't there to see that, that was an accident, he never meant to shoot Simon. Giving Sheila an icy stare, he replied, "That's not happening." While he was worried that Sheila giving the video to the wrong person or uploading it on the internet might ruin his reputation, it was still not worth it. The ring was just too important, and the fact that al
Liam reached for his cellphone on the bedside table and dialed Mia's number. After a few rings, Mia picked up with a friendly tone in her voice."Hey, Liam! What can I do for you?" She inquired, her voice warm and welcoming.Liam straightened up and got straight to the point, "Mia, I need a hacker. Do you know someone reliable who can help me with a job?"There was a brief pause on the other end of the line as Mia considered his request. Finally, she replied, "Yes, Liam, I do know someone who might be able to assist you. But I need to know a bit more about the job and why you need their help."Liam hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal. He didn't trust Mia enough to reveal information, and this was a very sensitive matter. Nevertheless, he decided to share enough to show her the seriousness of the situation. "Mia, it's a matter of utmost importance. I need to retrieve a video that could potentially ruin my reputation. I know you understand such things?" "So, what's in t
The hacker placed her sleek laptop on the table and swiftly powered it up. As the screen flickered to life, she glanced at Liam with a hint of seriousness in her eyes. "Mr. Danvers, I need to be upfront with you," she began, her fingers dancing over the keyboard. "Gaining access to Sheila's network and retrieving the video won't be a walk in the park. She's got some formidable security measures in place."Liam nodded in understanding, a hint of anxiety creeping into his facial expression. He had expected challenges, but hearing it confirmed by the hacker, made the situation even more nerve wrecking. "I appreciate your honesty," he replied, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. "Just do whatever it takes to get that video. Time is of the essence."At that same time, Liam's cell phone chimed, indicating the arrival of a text message. Taking out his cellphone, he looked at the screen and saw that the message came from none other than Sheila. It read, 'Hope you've made up your mind, d