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“Well, well. Look who came down to play.”The elevator doors slide open and there he is—the Bratva asshole lounging against the marble wall like he owns the building. Smug bastard’s examining his nails like threatening people is just another Tuesday night activity.I cross the lobby in three strides and grab him by his thousand-dollar lapels.“You think you can show up at her door?” I slam him against the wall hard enough to rattle his teeth.His smirk doesn’t even twitch. “That was the point, prince. Message delivered.”I punch him. Square in the jaw. The impact shoots up my arm like lightning, and his head snaps back with a satisfying crack against the marble.But the motherfucker just straightens his tie like I flicked lint off his jacket.“Temper, temper.” He spits blood onto the pristine floor. “Your father never taught you manners?”Security comes running—two rent-a-cops shouting into radios like they’re coordinating a military op
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We hadn’t talked since I’d sent Jonas his way, but his words left little room for protest. The back of my neck prickled, because if he didn’t elaborate in front of his colleagues on why we had to go, my chances of sitting in a chair next to Allie’s bed, waiting for her to wake up, had just slimmed to zero. I signed the discharge form on the dotted line. Immediately the doctor dropped the tweezers on the medical tray and held her hands up in surrender.“Shirt?” Ivanis asked.“Gone.”“Take this until we get to the car.” He shrugged out of his lab coat and tossed it at me. I couldn’t suppress the grimace as the stiff fabric slid over the open wounds on my arm, but it was better than going half-naked, wherever it was we were going. I glanced down at the tattoo marking the inside of his forearm.Il ne faut pas réveiller le chat qui dort.The French version of ‘let sleeping dogs lie’. I hadn’t, and I was about to face the consequences.“Care to tell me what’s happening?” I a
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My head was throbbing,and that goddamn song didn’t stop. Alonzo never listened to music in the morning, and now he had to play that goddamn song. “Can you turn off the music?”“There’s no music, darling,” a woman replied, and I tried to pry my eyes open, because she wasn’t Alonzo , and that goddamn song wouldn’t stop. And not a single person named Alicia ever wanted to hear that goddamn song again. My eyes didn’t open though, and I just sank back into the comforting, warm darkness of Alonzo ’s arms around me and his face snuggled into the crook of my neck while he hummed, so cheesy.“Good song,” I mumbled, tongue heavy.“Good night,” he whispered back.“I swear to God-”“If you don’t hold still, you’ll be meeting God a lot sooner than you might be comfortable with, Mr. Benington .” The white-haired nurse chuckled while holding out a metal container. The doctor dropped another shard into it without saying a word. She’d given up talking to me after the ninth
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I could have only been knockedout for a second, because the airbag was still deflating when I opened my eyes. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, clearing my thoughts as I assessed the damage to my body (glass shards jutting from my left arm and a throbbing head), then assessed the situation. The car had flipped onto the driver’s side, but it looked like it had been run off the road. Good. No risk of other cars crashing into mine. The windshield was gone, replaced by dry grass and undergrowth. I could crawl out of there if I got myself out of my seatbelt. I reached out, and it released with a snap, dropping me an inch to the ground, into a sea of shards. I didn’t even register the glass cutting through my clothes, because as I pushed myself upright, my eyes caught on a wave of blonde hair streaked with crimson.Because I hadn’t been alone in the car.Moments from before the accident flashed through my mind. Big blue eyes turning from mischief to ice. Smile faltering
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Just this morning I’d thought that the fresh-faced, bikini-clad, summer-morning-Allie was my favorite version of her, but I changed my mind. This, tousled hair, glowing cheeks, towel wrapped around her hips and not a care in the world who might see her tits while she scraped the milk cream off her Oreo? This version was a thousand times better.“So Camila isthe one who taught you to cook?”“Yes,” he replied and pointed at a metal nutcracker contraption thingy hanging on the wall behind me. I twisted around where I sat on the counter and handed it to him. He squeezed a small white nubby vegetable through it. A split second later, the scent of garlic filled the kitchen. Huh. I’d never seen fresh garlic, apparently. “It was, just like reading, a way for me to get away from my mother’s idea of what I should be doing for a while. Georgina never dared to go up against my abuela. That wasn’t a fight she could have won.” He shot me a smile that hinted at just how much he’d admi
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“Your mail,”Victor dropped a stack of envelopes and leaflets at the foot of my bed, all addressed to my studio, which he frequently checked on. This had become routine since I wasn’t supposed to go home.“Thank you.” I grabbed the large, bulky envelope sticking out from the rest. It had the Truman Academy crest on it. I’d signed the work contract digitally, so this had to be my onboarding package. My badge, my map of the school, and whatever else the HR department of one of the country’s most prestigious schools whipped up. I clutched the envelope - and I didn’t want to open it. I should have been tearing through the paper, studying every detail of my schedule, starting a new project book for the school year, picking out my highlighters and ordering new sticky notes.“Everything alright?” Victor asked, his lime green eyes burrowing into me.“Yeah,” I exhaled and turned the envelope around to show him, “it’s work.”“Hmm.” He nodded and turned, no comment or opinion. “
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“The ownership transitionis going to be finalized in two weeks, Alonzo ,” Julius reminded me like a relentless calendar app pop-up.“Don’t worry, we’ll be as good as engaged by then.” No need to tell him that Allie refused to acknowledge that we were even dating. I should have just taken her to dinner instead of promising her some grand evening. At least then she couldn’t avoid the fact that we were a thing anymore. It would have been the sensible solution, but my choices concerning her made less and less sense by the day.“I don’t understand your problem with just knocking her up.” He leaned back in his chair and pulled an orange pill bottle from his desk drawers. I didn’t even want to know what that was. I shot him a withering glare, but he just responded with a shrug. “That would make things so much easier. I doubt she’d say no if there was a baby in the picture.”“She’ll say yes.”“I should help things along.”He opened his laptop.I snapped it shut.
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