[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is unrelated to the novel. This is a sneak peak at a new unpublished novel. Readers should comment on it so I'll know if I'll publish it or not. Thank you]."Damon, are you sure?" A gruff voice said. This voice belonged to Carlos Alberto, vice leader of the Dragon's Head Mafia group. Facing him was his leader and friend, Damon Mateo, burly but not overly muscular., a handsome face and dressed in a neat Italian suit."Yes Carlos, I will not only be stepping down as your leader, but I will also move out of New Haven City in a week with my family." Damon said with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to finally reunite with his wife and daughter. It's been two years since he saw them. He left when his daughter, Amelia was just two years old. This was to protect them from the Mafia world, and now he's resigning, without the mafia's knowledge of course, he felt it's best to leave the city with his family and live quietly and inconspicuously."The four elders w

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the last chapter is unrelated to the novel. This is a sneak peak at a new unpublished novel. Readers should comment on it so I'll know if I'll publish it or not. Thank you.]"Welcome poor unfortunate soul!" A voice that seemed to be full of gravel and grits sounded in an endless boundless space. There was nothing but darkness.. no star nor moon. Damon found himself floating in this darkness, he could hear the voice but he saw no one."Are you the devil!? Is this hell? It's more powerful than what the priests made us picture it." Damon said to the infinite darkness."Devil!! Hahahaha! I am no such thing. I am the Revenant System. I couldn't help but sense your soul habors bottomless hatred and anger. This piqued my interest.. so I ask now, what do you seek!?" The same demonic voice said.Damon gritted his teeth as he heard the voice. The death of his wife and daughter flashed before his eyes. He could still see his wife being raped over and over by the seven men

PHILIP POVThe Boss had ordered for the head of the attackers, and frankly, I was fine with it. I've been itching for some blood and gore.. this bodyguard job is as boring as shit. Just then my phone's screen flickered to life. It was a text message from Boss.«Ten thousand for every attacker's head.»I whistled, it seems Boss is pretty much pissed right now. I took out my walkie talkie, “Alright listen up ladies. We're on a hunt right now, and believe me when I say that this might just be the best goddamn hunt we've ever had. Boss has put a bounty on these fuckers.. ten grand per head. So every fucker you kill and get his head, you get ten grand a head.” I said over the walkie talkie, I could hear the excitement of my men, and why won't they be.. there's no better pep talk than huge financial reward.“Now I want to make this perfectly clear. We're going in there without the police, and if we succeed in rescuing any survivors, Boss will surely reward us. So this a bounty hunt and a re

Dean was pacing forth and back in his study at his house. Clarice was standing watching him. She knew how damaging this could be to her boss's reputation. If word got out that the people who agreed to work him got attacked and completely annihilated, no company will agree to work with him again for fear of meeting the same fate.RING! RING! RING!Dean's mobile phone rang. He immediately took it, saw it was Philip calling and accepted the call.“Please, for the love of God and all that is good, give me good news.” He said in a pleading tone.“The operation was successful Boss. All mercenaries have been eliminated, though we suffered two casualties, and multiple civilian casualties, nevertheless, mission was a success.” Philips voice sounded through the speaker. At this, both Dean and Clarice let out breaths they didn't know they were holding in.“Did you get me their heads? And also who to thank for this damages?” Dean asked, his voice dripping with malice.“Yes Boss. All heads account

The night air on the rooftop was cold.Dean stood with both hands resting on the metal railing, staring at the glowing skyline of Alerion City. Below him, traffic lights blinked like restless eyes. Somewhere in that ocean of lights, Clinton Mercedes was planning his next move.Clarice stood beside him, her heels clicking softly against the concrete.“They didn’t just buy Horizon Media,” she said quietly. “They bought influence.”Dean gave a faint smile. “Influence can be bought. Loyalty cannot.”Clarice looked at him. “Boss, Horizon controls seventy percent of the city’s mainstream news coverage. If they decide to paint you as unstable or dangerous, public perception will shift fast.”Dean turned to her slowly.“Then we don’t let them decide.”*The next morning.Eden Royalty Headquarters was unusually tense.Employees whispered in corridors. Phones rang nonstop. Notifications flooded screens.Maxwell rushed into Dean’s office holding a tablet.“It’s started.”Dean took the tablet.He