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Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1153    |    Released on: 15/02/2023

uttered through clenched teeth. His words were evenly

d-father! you are at the top but leave your cartels and all the ma

n't give a damn 'bout how they get the money. You're an international menace Logan, you're on to

Browning Pistol, with a standard .45 bullet which could yield

a Mafia Don is going to go down by his own gun..." he chuckled. "But really painful, that you're going to get wasted high up in the mountains of Cuba.

u could do the same now for your men. Die for t

lders, and at the sides, t

I'm more than that..." he cocked his Glock .45 Caliber G.A.P which ensured auto

pointed the gun at Logan whose

nd surrender... you're go

g his arms hang at the sides of his body

aled through his nose and mouth,

und was heard. Twain furrowed his eyebrows, holding up his gun

y his entire legs, it seemed like the bones just enlarged and changed structures, and then, to his

t increased, and he clenched his gun with two hands,

ace, running down to his chest, stopping to spread over and continuing until the navel, his neck w

Including my kind... I'm not going down toda

his lower lips, and he was graced

could hear everything, including their throbbing h

ey and threatened; but guns were clasped tightly, each man maintaining his stance,under shivering h

parted his jaws, letting his fangs visible

t he was alone. He didn't n

en

AC

ectile stirred through th

exhale of smoke through his mouth an

pped out from his chest, fa

the soldiers and bullets, e

ter at the crest... How could five dozen

d them all, their teeth clatter, and their body

as the monster roared all over them, circling them around as he penetrated their bodies with his deadly claws. He doesn't stop! He tossed them like they were nothing. Damaging a couple of soldiers at o

breathing, but stopped. He could only hear o

sence was a threat, his blood stained body frightening... Twain looked into his gold

ere tightened around his neck, he made choking sounds, a plea of mercy insinuated from his frail eyes and dying breath, but the beast

oonlight through the tree canopies, and

is claws onto the green ground. The men laid wasted a

d hushed into his ear, he could hear every little sound; something

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