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?

with some of the more trivial matters, but not this. We don’t take orders from anyone,

If he hadn’t stopped you, Tigre would have chewed you out. Had

to touch this man. “Okay, sure. Leslie can eat sh*t for

and solemnly said, “Change of plans. We can’t look into this man. If Sean or William finds out, we’ll be in big trouble. We’ll go with Tigre’s plan

me mad!” Fordan

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 would make

seats and sighed. If their brothers were still here, life would be much more fun. They could eat, drink, and be merry all day, yet death took them away too soon. All the hard work they had put

you wait, guys. We’ll find the

find out who the killer is, I’ll destroy their

did he go? Did they find me out? No, I made sure to do 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

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

Olivia’s in enough danger as

lost in his eyes. Men 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