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?

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

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

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

into this man. If Sean or William finds out, we’ll be in big trouble. We’ll

hearing that name makes me mad!”

she was hot too. Just thinking about her filled him with desire. If she hadn’t found herself some powerful backers,

and be merry all day, yet death took them away too soon. All the hard work they had put in meant nothing now, at

you wait, guys. We’ll find the killer and avenge you

out who the killer is, I’ll destroy their

the villa, musing about his business. Weird. Why did Pontius disappear all of a sudden? I’ve been waiting outside his house for the whole day, but he didn’t come back. Where 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 b*stard, Tigre, still has his

you alright, Thomas?” Olivia noticed the look on Thomas’ face, and she was worried. It had been an hour since he

in enough danger

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 since I