I said In my usual emotionless voice as I stepped closer to Hope causing her packed chest to press against me as It did her b*eats Inside her open top tank top got elevated causing more cleavage to show.
"F*ck you're f*cking crazy Drac you know that?"
Hope answered while biting her lower lip In frustration yet at the same time couldn't help but feel excited because of Dracula's words.
"Let's be honest Hope you've known I am crazy from the moment you met me and you f*cking love that about me"
I said while smirking evilly as I grabbed her ass cheeks and gave them a light squeeze causing Hope to let out a frustrated moan.
"Sigh* just how many are you going to kill exactly?"
Hope asked after sighing as she pressed her head Into my chest while I wrapped my arms around her back.
"The whole gang of the ones that assaulted you're gramps and anyone who stands In my way once I do that I'll go pay a visit to that young master's father"
I answered truthfully, Lilith had already tracked down the punks, the f*ckers were currently celebrating their successful hit Inside their gang's nightclub.
"Fine but don't get hurt alright?"
Hope asked as she looked up at me with those puppy eyes of hers, g*d's she looked so f*cking cute now.
"Pinky promise"
I answered while grinning.
...
Abdul Andragon sat in his study, the faint sounds of reconstruction echoing through the mansion as workers continued their efforts to restore it to its former glory.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of a vintage desk lamp.
The shadows cast by the flickering light seemed to dance around the room, mirroring the turmoil in Abdul's mind.
Stacks of documents were spread across his mahogany desk, each one detailing the vast fortune he had converted into money to buy Draculas gold bars.
It was a risky move, one he had made in haste to avoid Dracula ripping off his head on the spot because he couldn't deliver on his words.
Now, the challenge was figuring out how to launder that gold back into liquid assets without drawing too much attention.
Abdul leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his head. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and his usually confident demeanor was replaced with a rare expression of uncertainty.
"Damn it,"
He muttered under his breath, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"I've got to move this gold, or my own men will have my head."
Abdul reached for his phone, scrolling through a list of contacts in his underground network. He had connections, people who could help him launder the gold, but each option came with its own risks. Some were too greedy, others too unreliable. He needed someone who could move the gold discreetly, without raising any red flags.
As he considered his options, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from one of his most trusted associates in the black market, a man known only as "The Broker."
Got word you're sitting on a mountain of gold. Need to move it?*
Abdul stared at the message, his mind racing. The Broker was known for his efficiency and discretion, but his services came at a steep price. Still, with time running out, Abdul knew he didn't have the luxury of being picky.
He typed a quick response.
Need to move it fast. What's the plan?*
The reply came almost instantly.
We'll break it down into smaller shipments. Spread them across different markets—diamonds, antiques, art. I've got buyers lined up in D*bai, H*ng K*ng, Z*rich, and... We'll funnel it through the usual channels. It'll take time, but it'll be clean.
Abdul sighed in relief, but his mind was still churning with thoughts. The plan sounded solid, but the execution would be critical. Any mistake, any slip-up, and the various authorities that are observing him 24/7 would be on him like vultures.
Good, I'll notify you when the first shipment Is ready.
Abdul threw his smartphone onto the table and leaned back into his chair, exhaling slowly. The plan was in motion, but the uncertainty still gnawed at him. He had placed everything on the line—his fortune, his reputation, his life. If the plan worked, he'd come out on top, wealthier and more powerful than ever. But if it failed…
Wait why am I even thinking about this? The nukes might start falling In a year anyway.
Abdul thought as he shook his head, pushing the thought away. Failure wasn't an option. He had made it this far by taking risks, by trusting the right people, and by always staying one step ahead. This was just another gamble, another test of his cunning and resolve.
As the mansion's walls echoed with the sounds of construction, Abdul's mind was already working on the next steps, thinking of every possible angle, every potential pitfall. He wasn't about to let his c*iminal empire crumble—not now, not ever.
But deep down, he knew this was a dangerous game. One wrong move, and everything he had built could come crashing down. And that was a risk he had no choice but to take.
...
Lilith any problems with my erasing?
I asked while walking through the neon lights lit up street covered In a loose hoodie and sports pants.
None, sir I'm scrubbing you're presence from every CCTV or any other electronic device which Is In some way connected to the Internet.
Lilith responded in my mind.
Good then Lilith be a dear and play some military phonk.
I ordered as I neared the nightclub's entrance, protected by two gang members as I did the powerful rhythms filled my mind, pumping me up.
Instead of joining the queue of young people waiting to get Into the nightclub I directly cut It and beelined to the entrance to the displeasure of the crowd.
"Hey, what the f*ck man?"
"Join the queue asshole like everyone else!"
Igonring them I started cracking my knuckles.
"Alright f*cks, daddy's home."
I muttered to myself as the guards noticed my presence apparently both of them were In a bad mood, one pulled out a knife while the other brandished a gun from the get go, scaring the surrounding young men and women s*itless.
"You lost, buddy?"
The knife-wielding thug sneered.
"Yeah, you better turn around and leave,"
The one with the gun added.
"But I don't wanna"
I said In a sad tone as I moved grabbing the wrist of the knife-wielder, I twisted it until I heard the satisfying snap of bone.
The knife fell from his hand, and I caught it mid-air, driving it into his throat in one swift motion.
Blood sprayed, and he collapsed, gurgling.
"Oh s*it f*ck f*ck!"
The other thug roared as he fired his gun after his brain finally managed to process my actions, but I evaded the line of bullets with ease by squatting down before he pulled the trigger, before he could react, I closed the distance, grabbing his throat and ripping out his trachea.
He fell to the ground, gasping his last breath.
Panic erupted around me, people fled, screaming, while others tried to call the police or ambulance, only to find their smartphones weren't working, courtesy of Lilith.
"Oh my g*d! Someone call the police!"
"My phone's not working! What the hell?"
"Run! Get out of here!"
"He's killing everyone!"
A young woman, her face pale with terror, clutched her friend.
"We have to go, now!"
"I can't get a signal!"
A man shouted, frantically pressing buttons on his phone.
Another man tried to record the chaos, but his phone screen remained black.
"What the hell? Why isn't my phone working?"