“Are you seriously still trying to kill me?! Are you a fucking killer, Juliet!”Juliet took in a deep breath before she brought the pistol down to the space between his legs, and with a resolute mind, she pulled the trigger. What came out of the nanotech pistol wasn't a steel bullet, but a hot light that melted the organ tissue within the two layers that are usually found in that area.The hallway was filled with an agonizing scream, guttural to the ears that heard it. Ezekiel's ‘junior’ had just been completely lasered off, effectively turning him into the equivalent of a eunuch. They were not recovering from this for the rest of their lives.Thus, this agonizing scream of pain was fully understood. In the hallway of the establishment Juliet had been brought to against her will, she slowly pulled her hand back, the nanotech pistol still held by her side.There was no expression of remorse on Juliet's face. There would most likely be a period of guilt and disgust later, but Juliet h

“What the fuck are you blabbing about this time?”Ezekiel laughed out maniacally, eyes wide open and head tilted up.“There are far more powerful children of that family who have long been working towards monopolizing power for themselves! Do you think they would allow a weakling newcomer like your boyfriend to come in and disrupt an already shaking balance?!”He pointed around at the AFSB Squad-9 bodyguards around him.“This….All of these would be taken away from him! It's only a matter of time before he loses it all! He's nothing but a lost bastard who just found his way back home! So don't be so confident! Even the nanotech gadget you're getting from him would eventually seize…..”Juliet sighed lazily and she shook her head, her head tilted as one hand came up to her waist.“Your words are nothing but noise, you know that? Your obliviousness truly makes you look more pathetic.”Ezekiel's mocking expression froze, then dropped to confusion.“What's making you so confident, Juliet? D

Juliet woke up late the next day. It was already late noon and the splitting headache she felt made her doubtful that it was merely the doing of alcohol, something she didn't take much of last night.It was the drug that had knocked her out, meant to forcefully suppress her rationale….even her consciousness. If things had played out as the enemy had planned, she would have definitely been dead.That thought brought a level of cold resolution, renewed in Juliet's mind.“Lisa, let's go see her.” Lisa and Juliet’s convoy arrived at a complex building on the outskirts of the city, far from where Gerald grew up with his mother. Sparse eyes on them were ignored as Lisa led Juliet up the stairs of the humble complex building, her AFSB Squad-9 bodyguards settling in various positions around the building until there were only three other bodyguards behind her.In front of the destination, Lisa opened the door to the simple room, and Juliet walked in with confident strides, her Harry Winston

As they lay in bed, Juliet snuggled closer to her man. They both remained fully naked under the blanket while Juliet calmed her mind over the incense that wafted lightly through the bedroom, and she was thoroughly napping Gerald's upper body muscles.“Ger.”Gerald knew that the first few words were ready to be let out.“Mm?”Juliet had her eyes closed lightly.“I shouldn't have gone to that club.”Gerald replied with his hand slightly caressing her draped arm.“There's no reason you shouldn't be able to meet up with your girlfriends and party.”Juliet opened her eyes slightly.“I was betrayed. I understand the circumstances, but it doesn't hurt any less.”“I'm sorry.”“He came after me. I fought back.”“He was predictable.”“I killed him. Ezekiel Morrow. He's dead.”“He deserved worse than that.”“I killed someone. It's my first time.”There was a moment of silence as Gerald wrapped his arms tighter around her.“I'm here with you: Terry, your dad, the AFSB Squad-9 bodyguards. You're

Both Richard and Kevin gazed around them, at the tight Mafia-like guards patrolling the entire estate. They were both in very expensive, luxuriously designed suits.For the chauffeur-turned-personal assistant and the head bodyguard, dressing luxuriously was not something they typically did. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it - their monthly salaries, as well as the accumulated private wealth of their individual families, the Silver family and the Crude family, from working for the Arnold family were definitely more than enough to live luxuriously for multiple lifetimes.But it was inefficient. Personal assistants and head bodyguards work for their bosses with efficiency, and walking around looking like bags of wealth could easily bring trouble during missions, hindering their performance.But today, they were wearing these expensive suits, embroidered with dark and white crystals that could easily make them the talk of a Met Gala as undeniably the best-dressed people among the m