Chapter One - The Supreme Commander Returns.The inside of the military operation center was thick with the kind of tension a knife couldn't cut. Around a rectangular table were high ranking officials in the military, dressed in crisp military uniforms with insignias glittering on their uniforms. At the head of the table, a man in sat, his expression carved from steel, unreadable and cold. His board shoulder bulged against his uniform that was littered with multiple insignias. His name is Draven Mercer, the only man who held the title of supreme commander. A surveillance monitor in grid form displayed real-time battle that makes the room thicken each second with tension. "Supreme commander, the enemies are closing in from the south with their heavy ammunition and machines. They're more than we expected." A voice cracked through the earpiece. "Hold fire." Draven said, his voice tight, deep and commanding. The room gasped. "Supreme commander, this mission is odd to begin with

Chapter Three - A Woman From Decades Ago."What do we do, commander?" Marcus, standing beside Draven asked, his voice audible only to Marcus alone. "I'll take the woman out of this place." Draven took one step forward. Scarface stepped forward, looking at the men with cold and an unwelcoming expression. "Who the fuck are you Mongrels?" He barked, casting a disdainful look like they were pieces of trash in the wrong room. "Scram now or you die!" Draven didn't even speak. He didn't move. Marcus moved fast, impossible fast for a man of his bulky size. He was standing before Scarface in the next second with a deep frown seated on his face, staring him down like an insignificant speck of dust at the bottom of his boot. Scarface gasped slightly, surprised by his movement."How.. how did you move.."Marcus's expression twisted slightly in disgust. "You low-life had the guts to open your gutter mouth to speak to my master." His palm shot like a cannon ball, smacking Scarface in the

Chapter Five - Daddy.The hall erupted into the frenzied roar of crazy spectators slamming desks, tables and stacking up one money, placing bets on the impending fight. The cage was unlocked. The drug induced girl, tall and advantaged with his heavy size, walked into the ring, her feet pounding the floor with every movement. The hall erupted into a fierce roar of anticipation and interest. "Biggie!! Tear her apart!!" "Crush her bone to dust!!" The girl roamed the ring with a killing intent in her eyes.She was sixteen with an intimidating height and size against a twelve year old Julie with a small size. Julie was shoved out of the cage and yanked into the ring. She stumbled inside, the cuffs biting her wrist, making her wince.The roar in the hall increased, making her heart race.The cuffs were removed, clattering to the floor.Her heart accelerated seeing the giant in the cage staring at her with predatory gaze. She stumbled back in fear, reaching for the door but it slammed

Chapter Seven - Untouchable, the Unknown Man the World Knows."I don't know the right adjective to qualify you. Stupid? Bold? Definitely stupid. You came into this place alone to play a hero for a kid..." "She's my daughter." Draven snapped his voice off, his voice firm. Then his voice dropped to a cold dangerous edge. "And you dare to use her for your dirty game. You don't deserve to live." Viktor's expression wavered slightly. He had always known the kid had no father, that Alessia had given birth to her and the irresponsible man vanished from her life, but this unknown man had just shown up, claiming to be her father. Natasha narrowed his eyes on Draven, smirking mockingly. "So, you're the irresponsible trash she spread her legs for." She scoffed, looking at him from head to toe. "A cop who hired bodyguards to protect him just to prove he's powerful. You're still a weakling. A man who bailed from real responsibility after entertaining himself with a woman. Draven didn't react

Chapter Nine - Victor Cross Falls.Viktor laid on the floor, his suit ruined, smeared with his own blood. His chest rose and fell heavily in ragged breaths.His battered face was bleeding.He whimpered as he pushed himself up with effort, clutching his broken face in pain and anger."Brutus, have you gone crazy!! Are you.." "I told you to shut up!!" Brutus snapped. His fist slammed into his belly in a devastating punch. Viktor's mouth forced open like the air from his lungs had just been forced out by the punch as doubled over in pain. His body flew in the air for two seconds then hit the floor like a trash bag, skidding through the hall. Tables overturned on him, wine tilted and exploded on his head, liquor drenching him wet.Brutus turned back to Draven and crumbled to both knees. His head dropped low."Please forgive me, Master.. please.." His voice cracked.Before Draven could speak, about hundreds of men poured in through the broken entrance, armed with different crude weapons