"Captain Morgan!"Antonio spat in disgust. "That straight laced bull 'policeman' got a personal vendetta against me”. Oblivion Captain Morgan has been consistently thwarting Antonio's illegal activities since he got transferred to Enchanted Hills. Personally, Morgan harbored doubts about Antonio's identity as a hotel conglomerate. To the untrained eye, Antonio's wealth and fame is perceived as a stroke of good fortune, but to Morgan's microscopic gaze, it seemingly materialized out of thin air, without explanation. Antonio's black modified jeep came to a halt with a screeching sound , just beside the Captain's van. "Why run from an inevitable fight, when I'm always one step ahead ?" Antonio sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Okay Blade! as you wish ," Grinch acquiescently nodded. Meanwhile Captain Morgan emerged from his van, his expression stern and unyielding as he made to confront the reckless driver that almost hit his van. "Antonio Hunt?", Captain Morgan cal
Mafia's Nemesis In the ambiance of the police station, Captain Morgan swung an unprovoked fist at Antonio's face. The crispy sound echoed through the station, leaving everyone in daze. Antonio's chin lifted just a fraction as he glowered at the Captain. "Getting violent with me means that you'd better kill me, because if you don't…it has a hefty price attached to it." Each word crawled out of his mouth, slow and deliberate, like venom. "I will gladly pay the price when it's time, but for now", the Captain paused, slipping the key out of the lock. He purposely dangled it to Antonio's face, "You're in my Custody". His voice was a rasp whisper. *********** Meanwhile at the Gulf of Mexico , The Don's ship sailed gently on the inky waters, its creaks and groans blending with the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull. A Kingpin from Russia 'Vladimir Artem' had come to strike a deal, so Don Lucas threw a little strip party as a welcome. "Lucas!," Vladimir called excite
Mafia's Nemesis: "Okay, since you asked" Antonio said silkily, stretching out his hand. Grinch stepped forward and presented his trench knife to him. "Blade Knuckles?" Captain Morgan & Jordan gasped. "Surprise!"Antonio asked with the corner of his mouth curled upward. He stared at dumbstruck Morgan for a moment longer, then smiled faintly "I have always known that something isn't right about you", Morgan mumbled. "But I never imagined it to be something as big as Blade Knuckles". As Morgan spoke, Antonio's thumb slowly traced the edge of the blade. Without hesitating for a slight second, he leaned forward and slashed Morgan's throat in two cuts. "Slash! Slash!. And the smell of blood filled the air. The blade was overly sharp and slitted the Captain's throat without any resistance. Morgan's neck was a nauseating sight to behold. The sharp knuckles had done more damage than the blade. Its sharp steel end had hooked into the Captain's neck, and pulled out his
Breanna Stewart stepped onto the Ozonic confinement scene like a phantom of vengeance, her presence a grim vision of danger and dominance. She was dressed in tactical black skintight leather trousers, a matching vest that clung to her voluptuous figure. Her silky black braid rested against her back, while a shoulder holster was secured over her toned arms, complementing the drop-leg holster at her thigh—each cradling a firearm. She stepped over the caution tape, ignoring the lingering stares on her. Some ogled her while others recognized the deadly efficiency in her stride and wisely stepped aside. The fire squad had done their job, but the destruction was still raw with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. Breanna Stewart studied the rubbles meticulously, taking in the slightest detail. Lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the wreckage for a split second before plunging it back into the dim light of the searchlight. She slightly adjusted the black sunglass
****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen. “Yes Stefan”, Nevena mumbled with her eyes closed. “Have you taken your medicine, Lazybones?”, Stefan's deep baritone voice reverberated from the phone. “Stefan let me sleep”, Nevena whined, pulling her duvets over her shoulder. “It’s drizzling here.” “Ummm.. okay”, Stefan muttered hesitantly. “I will call you before midday”. “Thank you!”, Nevena replied lazily, tossing the phone aw
Mafia's Nemesis**** “She couldn't have gone far,” the leader added, making a call for reinforcements. Fear surged through her veins like ice, as the beam of the torch flashed on her from a distance. Without hesitation, she shot up, her legs shaking, adrenaline blasting through her whole being. “Squad!, She's along that alley”, Nevena heard the deep echo from a distance. She staggered forward, slipping into the shadows, heart pounding like a war drum. Step by step, she crept along the alley, pressing against the cold brick wall. But then, the footsteps thundered behind her, Closer. One pry from her hiding spot, she noticed that the goons surrounded that alley in a synchronized formation. Their crimson eyes sharp as that of an eagle. Her mind spiraled in desperation and chaos. “Damn it, I could swear I saw her run this way.” One of the goons cussed, flashing his torch randomly. One of his random flashes caught her shadow and he signalled t
Mafia's Nemesis Vincenzo had struck again. Now, it was his turn to retaliate. Meanwhile, seated in the car—Nevena heard a gut-wrenching fall, but she didn’t move nor did she look outside. Instead, she huddled at a corner, pressing her hands against her ears, willing herself to disappear. The weight of the bloodshed outside pressing down on her chest. The car door suddenly swung open and Antonio slid inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. The Bentley peeled away from the carnage, leaving behind a street soaked in blood. Nevena sat stiffly, fingers twisting the fabric of Antonio's jacket. Every nerve in her body still on edge. Antonio's silence was suffocating and heavy like a noose tightened around her throat. The weight of his presence beside her—cold, calculated and dangerous. After what felt like an eternity, his voice cut through the air. “My house and your country. Those are the only places you’ll be safe.” The words were s
༎ຶ‿༎ຶPolice HQ.... ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ EARLY THE NEXT DAY, BREANNA FLIPPED OPEN THE ATTACHED file in Captain Morgan's discharge records. Her heart gave her a small but noticeable hitch, seeing Antonio's name in the Captain's detained list, but then—their HQ recorded that he was discharged. She furrowed her brows from tiredness and confusion, was it just an administrative fluke—or someone pulling strings to make his arrest disappear. Discharges usually came with a paper trail, a reason. But for Antonio? Nothing. Just a blank space where an explanation should be. A mail dinged in her mailbox and she hastily opened it with a click. The HQ had affirmed again that Antonio was discharged that same day— but what nagged her was that there was no official explanation attached to it. Scrolling further, she saw that her superiors had denied her request to reopen the investigation. They insisted that Antonio was a powerful figure in Enchanted Hills, a kind of man
Mafia's Nemesis*** ༎ຶ‿༎ຶPolice HQ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ Breanna sat at her desk, her focus dividend by the stack of documents and CCTV footage she has been replaying repeatedly. Fatigue gnawed at the edges of her focus, but she refused to yield to exhaustion, due to the grainy surveillance image of Antonio stepping out of a Bentley car, at the same alley where the victim had been found. Though there was no direct surveillance that covered the crime scene. But the footage from the parking garage showed a man lead a foreign woman into the car— which after some minutes, another man joined them, but his back was the only visible thing. She zoomed in and out a couple of times and sighed, even though it was the back she saw—she was damn sure it was Antonio's, because she knows Antonio even without seeing his face. Finally she reached for the roll of red string and stretched it across the board, connecting Antonio’s name to the crime scene. Beside it, she
༎ຶ‿༎ຶPolice HQ.... ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ EARLY THE NEXT DAY, BREANNA FLIPPED OPEN THE ATTACHED file in Captain Morgan's discharge records. Her heart gave her a small but noticeable hitch, seeing Antonio's name in the Captain's detained list, but then—their HQ recorded that he was discharged. She furrowed her brows from tiredness and confusion, was it just an administrative fluke—or someone pulling strings to make his arrest disappear. Discharges usually came with a paper trail, a reason. But for Antonio? Nothing. Just a blank space where an explanation should be. A mail dinged in her mailbox and she hastily opened it with a click. The HQ had affirmed again that Antonio was discharged that same day— but what nagged her was that there was no official explanation attached to it. Scrolling further, she saw that her superiors had denied her request to reopen the investigation. They insisted that Antonio was a powerful figure in Enchanted Hills, a kind of man
Mafia's Nemesis Vincenzo had struck again. Now, it was his turn to retaliate. Meanwhile, seated in the car—Nevena heard a gut-wrenching fall, but she didn’t move nor did she look outside. Instead, she huddled at a corner, pressing her hands against her ears, willing herself to disappear. The weight of the bloodshed outside pressing down on her chest. The car door suddenly swung open and Antonio slid inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. The Bentley peeled away from the carnage, leaving behind a street soaked in blood. Nevena sat stiffly, fingers twisting the fabric of Antonio's jacket. Every nerve in her body still on edge. Antonio's silence was suffocating and heavy like a noose tightened around her throat. The weight of his presence beside her—cold, calculated and dangerous. After what felt like an eternity, his voice cut through the air. “My house and your country. Those are the only places you’ll be safe.” The words were s
Mafia's Nemesis**** “She couldn't have gone far,” the leader added, making a call for reinforcements. Fear surged through her veins like ice, as the beam of the torch flashed on her from a distance. Without hesitation, she shot up, her legs shaking, adrenaline blasting through her whole being. “Squad!, She's along that alley”, Nevena heard the deep echo from a distance. She staggered forward, slipping into the shadows, heart pounding like a war drum. Step by step, she crept along the alley, pressing against the cold brick wall. But then, the footsteps thundered behind her, Closer. One pry from her hiding spot, she noticed that the goons surrounded that alley in a synchronized formation. Their crimson eyes sharp as that of an eagle. Her mind spiraled in desperation and chaos. “Damn it, I could swear I saw her run this way.” One of the goons cussed, flashing his torch randomly. One of his random flashes caught her shadow and he signalled t
****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen. “Yes Stefan”, Nevena mumbled with her eyes closed. “Have you taken your medicine, Lazybones?”, Stefan's deep baritone voice reverberated from the phone. “Stefan let me sleep”, Nevena whined, pulling her duvets over her shoulder. “It’s drizzling here.” “Ummm.. okay”, Stefan muttered hesitantly. “I will call you before midday”. “Thank you!”, Nevena replied lazily, tossing the phone aw
Breanna Stewart stepped onto the Ozonic confinement scene like a phantom of vengeance, her presence a grim vision of danger and dominance. She was dressed in tactical black skintight leather trousers, a matching vest that clung to her voluptuous figure. Her silky black braid rested against her back, while a shoulder holster was secured over her toned arms, complementing the drop-leg holster at her thigh—each cradling a firearm. She stepped over the caution tape, ignoring the lingering stares on her. Some ogled her while others recognized the deadly efficiency in her stride and wisely stepped aside. The fire squad had done their job, but the destruction was still raw with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. Breanna Stewart studied the rubbles meticulously, taking in the slightest detail. Lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the wreckage for a split second before plunging it back into the dim light of the searchlight. She slightly adjusted the black sunglass
Mafia's Nemesis: "Okay, since you asked" Antonio said silkily, stretching out his hand. Grinch stepped forward and presented his trench knife to him. "Blade Knuckles?" Captain Morgan & Jordan gasped. "Surprise!"Antonio asked with the corner of his mouth curled upward. He stared at dumbstruck Morgan for a moment longer, then smiled faintly "I have always known that something isn't right about you", Morgan mumbled. "But I never imagined it to be something as big as Blade Knuckles". As Morgan spoke, Antonio's thumb slowly traced the edge of the blade. Without hesitating for a slight second, he leaned forward and slashed Morgan's throat in two cuts. "Slash! Slash!. And the smell of blood filled the air. The blade was overly sharp and slitted the Captain's throat without any resistance. Morgan's neck was a nauseating sight to behold. The sharp knuckles had done more damage than the blade. Its sharp steel end had hooked into the Captain's neck, and pulled out his
Mafia's Nemesis In the ambiance of the police station, Captain Morgan swung an unprovoked fist at Antonio's face. The crispy sound echoed through the station, leaving everyone in daze. Antonio's chin lifted just a fraction as he glowered at the Captain. "Getting violent with me means that you'd better kill me, because if you don't…it has a hefty price attached to it." Each word crawled out of his mouth, slow and deliberate, like venom. "I will gladly pay the price when it's time, but for now", the Captain paused, slipping the key out of the lock. He purposely dangled it to Antonio's face, "You're in my Custody". His voice was a rasp whisper. *********** Meanwhile at the Gulf of Mexico , The Don's ship sailed gently on the inky waters, its creaks and groans blending with the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull. A Kingpin from Russia 'Vladimir Artem' had come to strike a deal, so Don Lucas threw a little strip party as a welcome. "Lucas!," Vladimir called excite
"Captain Morgan!"Antonio spat in disgust. "That straight laced bull 'policeman' got a personal vendetta against me”. Oblivion Captain Morgan has been consistently thwarting Antonio's illegal activities since he got transferred to Enchanted Hills. Personally, Morgan harbored doubts about Antonio's identity as a hotel conglomerate. To the untrained eye, Antonio's wealth and fame is perceived as a stroke of good fortune, but to Morgan's microscopic gaze, it seemingly materialized out of thin air, without explanation. Antonio's black modified jeep came to a halt with a screeching sound , just beside the Captain's van. "Why run from an inevitable fight, when I'm always one step ahead ?" Antonio sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Okay Blade! as you wish ," Grinch acquiescently nodded. Meanwhile Captain Morgan emerged from his van, his expression stern and unyielding as he made to confront the reckless driver that almost hit his van. "Antonio Hunt?", Captain Morgan cal