Semua Bab Mafia's Nemesis : Bab 1 - Bab 8

"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: "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 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 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