The Blind Bandit (#4 The Southern Werewolves Pack Series)

Blood splattered on the white floor. Cheers filled the arena. One punch after another, he continued. He could have knocked his opponent with one punch easily, but he didn't know why he decided to take it slow this time. In the previous few fights, he knocked down his opponent in the first five minutes. He never dragged the fight longer than intended. But this time, he dragged the fight as if he was toying with his weaker opponent.The cheers that came from the audience filled him with adrenaline. He took a beating to the face, resulting in a bruise on his left cheek and a tear inside his mouth, but he kept it in. He still stood firm on his two feet. His opponent made another move, swinging his fist right to his face and kicking the stomach. He smirked as he dodged the fist and caught the leg. With a swift punch right to the side of his opponent's

The driver stopped the car in front of the gym partially owned by Kennedy Strauss. He was a five-hundred-years old vampire who owned many other illegal businesses such as sex trafficking, drugs, arms dealing, and others—to name a few. Celeste had already worked for him for nearly four years. Leto started a year before her, which made him her senior. It didn't matter, though, because both of them had equal responsibility. The majority of the time, their responsibility was protecting Kennedy from his enemies. It was apparent he made quite a long list of enemies. Whenever there was a business, there was a competition. Kennedy didn't care much about what he did as long as he got the money.This gym was one of the few places where he hired his bodyguards. Leto and Celeste were different stories because Kennedy didn't recruit them from the gym. Every month, Kennedy would recruit one person from the illegal fights as long as the man agreed to the job. Then, the rest would come

There was a high chance that he could end up dead during the mission. He remembered how easy it was for the outlaws to obtain information on anyone. But one thing he understood, he had to find a way to stay alive even the odds were stacked against him.Brandon swung his fists repeatedly, giving zero chance for his opponent to counterattack his assault. The crowd cheered louder as his opponent dropped to the floor. But that wasn’t enough. He had to show that he had zero hesitation if he wanted to succeed in his mission. Kennedy Strauss was watching from the VIP seat with his two bodyguards. The vampire businessman looked pleased but at the same time, he felt unpleasant as Brandon had yet to give his answer.The referee pulled Brandon away from killing the opponent. Although the fight was illegal, taking a fighter’s life wasn’t part of the rule. But there was a time when it happened.Brandon stood at one corner, watching the referee checking on h

Filthy, wealthy, and horny old men.Those were the description inside Celeste's mind as she watched them enter Lust and Greed nightclub owned by Kennedy. The name itself spoke a volume to those who were regulars. Only those with invitations could enter the nightclub, and those who weren't invited wouldn't even know where the nightclub was. Kennedy Strauss always made sure his nightclub stayed hidden and secured. That way, he could do his business without getting busted.Celeste and Leto stood next to their employer as he walked around, greeting his regular clients whose pockets were full of money. Some of them congratulated him for his event, and some whispered the words of business. Kennedy, whose life was always filled with lust and greed, could never stop himself from getting more of what he wanted.There were two different types of events like this. When a small group of twenty to thirty girls, the event would be called the meeting. The auc

Celeste stared at the laptop in front of her displayed information about Dante. There was still nothing about his background.No known family or relatives. No known permanent address.He moved from one town to another and always worked as a fighter. Sometimes, he worked as a construction worker before moving to the next town. The house he was currently living in was registered under a different name. It was owned by an elderly man who moved to the countryside and rented out the house he had in the town. Celeste had sent someone to verify the house owner, and he had confirmed that Dante rented the house.There was no information whether Dante spent his childhood somewhere, not even any record of foster care or orphanage. It almost felt like he spent his childhood on the street.Dante had clean winning records despite not having any sponsor. He won from one fight to another, endless winning streaks. Whenever the club owner had a problem with his fighter in