I’m Someone Else

The Mortons and the Peralta Family would be a hassle to deal with too.

“You can’t kill him. At least not now,” said Tristan. If Sean and William are involved, it’d make things more difficult.

Pontius’ back was drenched with sweat. Good thing I have Tristan. If I had tried to attack this man, I would have become Sean and William’s target. Good thing Tristan is smart, or I would have been dead by now.

Indeed, he was lucky. He should have died a few days ago, but Thomas was preoccupied with something else. By the time Thomas was done with his business, Minacia Oito had realized someone was killing them.

“I know I can’t kill him, but what should I tell Mr. Leslie? He specifically told me to do this, or he’s going to kill me.”

“Gah, why are you so scared of him? He’s a useless piece of trash who wastes his time f*cking around with women. If this was his father, we might have to talk it out, but him? You can ignore him,” snapped Fordan. This is a suicide mission for Pontius, you dipsh*t. What are you thinking, Leslie?

their personal guards. We can help them out with some of the more trivial matters, but not this.

would have chewed you out. Had you attacked this man, Sean and William

am not going to touch this man. “Okay, sure. Leslie can eat

solemnly said, “Change of plans. We can’t look into this man. If Sean or William finds

hearing that name makes me mad!” Fordan snorted. “She’s f*cking

Pontius winked at him. Zoe was a beautiful woman after all, and she was hot too. Just thinking about her filled him with desire. If she hadn’t found herself some powerful backers, Pontius

much more fun. They could eat, drink, and be merry all day, yet death took them away too soon. All the hard work

wait, guys. We’ll find the

who the

my job cleanly. I left no clues. I swear I’ll kill all of them. I will not let Dominic die in vain. And that b*stard, Tigre, still has his head. I will take it back from him. I don’t care how powerful your backers are,

alright, Thomas?” Olivia noticed the look on Thomas’ face, and she was worried. It had been an hour since he fell silent, and his face was slowly contorting with anger. What is he

nothing.” She shouldn’t know about this. Olivia’s in enough danger as it

were like books, or some people would say that. All Olivia wanted was to read the book called Thomas. “So why aren’t you using my BMW Z4 now?” It had been a while since I saw that car.