Dragon's Fury

Venom teased Falcon one more time before he excused us, after he left Falcon told me to have a sit.

As I sat down in Falcon's office, he asked me why I had come. I explained my question about the upcoming wedding, and he listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Ah, the wedding," Falcon said, his expression thoughtful. "What specifically do you want to know, Ari?"

"Well," I began, "I was wondering if you've heard anything about the security arrangements. I've been feeling a little uneasy about it."

Falcon nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I've spoken to the security team, and they're taking every precaution. But I have to admit, I'm a little concerned too."

"Why's that?" I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.

"There have been some...rumors," Falcon said, his voice low. "About a potential threat to the wedding. But I don't want to alarm you. It's probably just rumors."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What kind of threat?"

Falcon hesitated before answering. "I'd rather not say. But rest assured, we're doing everything we can to ensure everyone's safety."

I nodded, feeling a sense of trust in Falcon's ability to handle the situation. "Okay, I understand."

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound was the hum of the office equipment.

"Falcon?" I said finally, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" he replied, his eyes still on mine.

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Of course," he said, his expression open.

I hesitated before speaking. "How are you doing? You seem a little...distracted lately."

Falcon's expression changed, his eyes clouding over. "I'm fine, Ari. Just a lot on my mind."

I nodded, sensing that there was more to the story. But I didn't push the issue, not wanting to pry into Falcon's personal affairs.

We talked for a while longer, discussing the details of the wedding. I couldn't help but notice the way Falcon's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

As we finished our conversation, Falcon asked me if I had had a nightmare the previous night. I replied that I didn't remember anything, and he nodded, his expression unreadable.

I wondered why he was asking, but didn't press the issue. Instead, I asked him if everything was okay.

Falcon hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yes, everything's fine. I just...I wanted to make sure you were okay, that's all."

I smiled, feeling a sense of warmth towards him. "I'm fine, Falcon. Thanks for asking."

Just then, Falcon's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He excused himself, answering the call with a curt "Yes?"

I watched as his expression changed from calm to angry in an instant. "What do you mean there's an intruder?" he growled.

I realized that something was wrong, and my heart began to beat faster. Falcon listened for a moment longer before hanging up the phone.

"I have to go," he said, standing up. "There's an urgent matter I need to attend to."

I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. I had wanted to spend more time with him, but I didn't complain.

As I left his office, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Who was the intruder, and why was Falcon so angry?

I made my way back to my room, my mind racing with questions. But I knew I wouldn't get any answers, at least not yet.

Meanwhile, Falcon arrived at the torture room, his heart still racing with anger. He saw Venom and the other clan members surrounding a man, who was bound to a chair.

"What happened?" Falcon demanded.

Venom explained that the man had been caught calling one of Falcon's worst enemies on the phone. "We suspected him of being a spy," Venom said.

Falcon's anger boiled over, and he grabbed a hot iron from the fire. Without thinking, he touched it to the intruder's bare chest, causing him to scream in agony.

“Ahhhhhh!"

As Falcon continued to torture the man, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Who else was hiding in his clan, waiting to strike?

And then, there was Ari. He had almost forgotten about her, but now he couldn't get her out of his mind. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from all the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But could he? Or would he just end up hurting her, like he had hurt so many others?

In a dark and smoky room, Dragon, the ruthless leader of a rival Mafia clan, sat behind his desk, puffing on a cigar. His right-hand man, Max, entered the room, looking nervous.

"Dragon, we've got a problem," Max said, his voice low and urgent. "One of the men we sent to spy on Falcon's operation...has been caught."

Dragon's eyes narrowed, his grip on the cigar tightening. "What do you mean has been caught?" he growled.

Max swallowed hard, knowing he was in for a tongue-lashing. "Falcon's men caught him and are torturing him for information. We don't know how much he has already revealed."

Dragon's face turned red with rage, his anger boiling over like a pot about to explode. "How could this have happened?" he thundered. "I thought we had the best men on the job! I thought we had the upper hand!"

Max shook his head, trying to placate his boss. "I don't know, Don. But we need to do something fast. If Falcon finds out too much, we're all in danger. Our whole operation could be compromised."

Dragon slammed his fist on the desk, making Max jump. But as he sat there, he couldn't help but think about the hatred he had for Falcon. It was a hatred that had been building for years, ever since Falcon had taken everything away from him.

"Falcon," Dragon spat, his voice venomous. "He thinks he's so much better than me. He thinks he can just waltz in and take everything I want. But I'll never let that happen. I'll never let him win."

Dragon's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He didn't want to kill Falcon, not yet. He wanted to make him suffer, to make him feel the same pain and humiliation that he had felt for so long.

"I'll get him," Dragon whispered to himself. "I'll make him pay for what he's done to me.”Dragon's thoughts turned to Falcon, his arch-nemesis. He had always hated Falcon, who seemed to have everything that Dragon wanted. The wealth, the power, the women...Falcon had it all. And now, Falcon was planning to marry Arizona, the one woman that Dragon had always coveted. It was too much to bear.

Their hatred for each other went far beyond mere rivalry. It was rooted in a deep-seated animosity that had been passed down from their fathers. Dragon's father had always been jealous of Falcon's father, who had been the more successful and respected Mafia leader. And now, Dragon felt the same way towards Falcon.

"Why should he have everything?" Dragon thought to himself. "Why should he get to live the life I deserve?"

Dragon's eyes narrowed as he thought about Arizona. She was beautiful, smart, and feisty. He had wanted her for himself, but Falcon had beaten him to it.

"Falcon thinks he's going to marry her," Dragon sneered. "But he's wrong. She'll never be his wife. She'll be mine."

A menacing grin spread across Dragon's face as he thought about his plan.

"Falcon will never get to marry Arizona," Dragon whispered to himself. "But I will have her. Oh, yes. I will have her.”Dragon's eyes gleamed with malice as he thought about his plan. He would stop at nothing to claim Arizona as his own.

"Falcon thinks he's won," Dragon sneered, "but he has no idea what's coming for him."

With a sudden burst of speed, Dragon slammed his fist onto the desk, making the room shake.

"Max!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the halls. "Get me the wedding plans. I want to know every detail. Every guest, every security measure, every weakness."

Max nodded and scurried out of the room, leaving Dragon to his thoughts.

"Oh, Falcon," Dragon whispered, his voice dripping with menace. "You'll never make it to the altar alive."

And with that, Dragon's sinister laughter filled the room, sending chills down the spines of his loyal followers. The wedding was about to become a bloodbath, and Dragon was ready to unleash hell.