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?

not their personal guards. We can help them out with some of the more trivial matters, but not this. We don’t take orders from

hadn’t stopped you, Tigre would have chewed you out. Had you attacked this man, Sean and William would

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

If Sean or William

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

a beautiful woman after all, and she was hot too.

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

guys. We’ll find the killer and avenge you

the killer is, I’ll destroy their

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 head. I will take it back from him. I don’t care how powerful your backers are, but from the moment you hurt my friend, you’ve signed a death warrant. If your backers want vengeance, then they

and she was worried. It had been an hour since he fell silent, and his

of it and mumbled, “It’s nothing.” She shouldn’t know about this. Olivia’s in enough danger as it is, and dragging

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. He’s been driving the Maserati