Bad Guys Part 1
In a world where danger lurks at every corner, a deadly assassin goes into hiding after killing the patriarch of a powerful crime family-only to discover that the man she's falling for is the grandson of her greatest enemy...
Watch your thoughts, they become your words: 02 | He Saw Me
░▒▓█▓▒░
Losing someone like her was like watching the pillars of a government crack. Her absence would ripple through the Continent, disrupting the careful balance of their operations.
She wasn’t just a resource—they lost a master of knowledge, strategy, and precision, someone who moved through the shadows like second nature. Her departure left a wound that skill or resources alone could never heal, exposing the Continent to dangers it wasn’t prepared for.
“That kind of loss creates a hole no one else can fill,” I muttered.
Dirk frowned, worry etched on his face. “What’s your next move?”
I gave a small, dangerous smile. “Haven’t decided yet... but I will soon enough.”
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Ruby's POV
The atmosphere was charged with the aroma of gasoline and excitement as I perched on a bench encircling the racetrack, my gaze fixed on the unfolding events at the middle.
The roar of engines filled the space, echoing off the walls and vibrating through my bones. Two cars lined up at the starting line, ready to duel. On one side was a veteran racer, known simply as "Damon," his sleek black car with crimson stripes gleaming under the dim lights.
On the screen, his image appeared, projecting a sense of tranquility and resolve. With a helmet cradled under his arm, the man exuded a focused and determined demeanor that captivated those around me.
The crowed leaned in, engrossed by his presence as if Damon himself stood among them, his larger-than-life image transcending the boundaries of the display.
The crowd roared, their excitement pulling me in. On the track stood a legend, feared by anyone brave enough to face him—his reputation cemented by countless victories and the awe of the spectators.
Opposite him was the underdog, a rookie known as "Croce," eager to prove himself. He sat behind the wheel of a fiery red car, its flame decal flickering like it was ready to ignite the moment the race began.
The screen illuminated with the rookie's image, his features obscured by a mask while his hair cascaded over his eyes. Although his face was hidden and his hair covered his eyes, he exuded confidence without any hint of arrogance.
Damon's car was a masterpiece of engineering, every detail meticulously maintained. It had a low, menacing profile, almost predatory, and a growl that hinted at years of experience and countless victories. While the rookie's car was a bit rougher around the edges but radiated potential and untested power.
