That wasn't Krasner, at least not the way they remembered it. That was a younger version of him.Wanda was being held by him by the neck, in a grip with one of his arms, while the other arm pointed a gun at her head.Gideon felt the air knocked out of his lungs. Wanda was in the crosshairs of a firearm and a point-blank shot would kill her. He couldn't risk losing the woman of his life.“Drop your weapons, or the little princess here will die.”"No! They will kill you!” Wanda screamed and got an even tighter squeeze.The younger Krasner looked directly at Gideon as he ran his tongue across Wanda's face.“Hmmm, how delicious!” He spoke and laughed, with Gideon seething with rage. “She's really hot. She knows, really tight. Very delicious. And she loves a thick roll in her tail.”“You bastard!” Gideon screamed. “I will finish you off, you bastard!”“Where is Lucy?” Brandon asked, feeling a terrible tightness in his chest.“That one didn't last long. I thought she was stronger, but this

The car drove through the gates and soon parked. The men put Brandon and Gideon on the stretchers and when it was time to put Peter on, they made fun of him because he was shaking. “This one, poor guy… He was the most affected.” One of the guards spoke in a mocking tone. “Look at him, poor guy. So frail. He got in trouble just hanging out with the Ashfords.” “Ow… I'm straight, but these guys are hot.” “I wanted to be like this… I saw them awake. What a beautiful eyes! That must be why they get such beautiful girls!” “Are we going to have to inject them with more of the hallucinogen?” “The boss didn't say anything about that. They are sleeping. Let's put them in the rooms and wait for further orders.” The men continued to talk about subjects that neither Brandon nor Gideon were interested in. Once in the rooms, Brandon opened his eyes slightly and looked around as best he could. He figured he was being filmed, so he didn't wake up right away. He started to move, like he did in

The trip to Las Vegas was quiet and for just a few moments, they wanted to forget all the shit they were living in and focus on their happiness.Since Brandon agreed to work in that martial arts academy, his life has never been the same. In fact, since he had agreed to move back to Bloomington. He knew he would eventually have to go back to the family, living in the city that his family practically ruled.So he met Lucy. Lucy was the key point of everything. If it weren't for her, he would not have decided to learn to fight. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have arranged an absurd fight with Damon Montgomery A, in this, was almost murdered by the young man's jealousy.Then he was saved and stayed for years in a place learning martial arts and how to use weapons. He came back powerful and assuming his twin brother's identity, which he only learned that he had the moment he had to be a new person. But then, he was not prepared for another surprise. His brother was alive and was named

“It means we have no way of contacting the Clan?” Brandon asked Lucy. He was sitting in a hospital bed, his torso getting wrapped in gauze, while he talked to Lucy on the phone. “I’ll try to find another way. I’ll call Rindley again.” “Ok, love.” Brandon answered and smiled. “I love you, Lucy. And I’m sorry for dragging you into all those problems.”“It is not your fault, baby. Actually, if not for me, you’d have never gone into that trouble.” Lucy said, since Brandon decided to start training because of her, then, he got ‘murdered’ because of her as well. “We were made in heaven.” Brandon laughed, feeling a sting on his flank. The adrenaline was not high anymore running through his veins. The doctor wanted to give him morphine, since he had a great wound on his side, but he denied it, with fear it might make him vulnerable.“Keep still, Brandon! I can hear you’re in pain!” Lucy nagged. “I’ll call my brother.” She finished the call with Brandon, but her heart was clenching, as if

“So, boy. Here's the thing: we need you to hack a system for us. We are without our agent at the moment and I heard that you are a formidable hacker.” Gideon said as he popped a piece of gum into his mouth. He didn't smoke, never had, but when he got too nervous, he liked to chew gum.The boy adjusted his glasses again and looked at Gideon, still amazed.“Yeah… Is this some kind of test?” he asked and Gideon rolled his eyes."I'm not a cop trying to catch you with your hand in the cruse." Gideon sighed. “I need you to get into that system. I need to know if a person is still alive.”“Look, then I think you should go to the police. I am not…"“Enough with the small talk, boy!” Gideon said and approached the boy, who took a few steps back until he bumped into a trash can in the street and almost fell with it. But Gideon caught him by the collar of his shirt. "I need it now. I will pay you well for this.”Peter remembered the wad of cash his father was given and didn't doubt that the man