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I lifted the phone, the smirk still playing on my lips as I answered. "Didn't expect you to call so soon Alex, I don't think it's because you missed me though." I said, setting my drink down.

But Alexander's voice wasn't playful at all like it usually was, it was clipped, and devoid of any form of warmth or familiarity. "I need your help." He stated simply.

My frown deepened as I straightened in my seat. "What's the problem?" My tone was serious now.

"I need you to get rid of someone for me,"
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  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Ego!

    The school was a sensory overload I wasn't prepared for. As I stepped out of the SUV, the air was filled with the high-pitched sound of children shouting, the thud of a ball hitting a brick wall, and the smell of cut grass and old floor wax.I felt like an alien who had just landed on a foreign planet. My childhood had been a series of dark rooms, hushed whispers from a terrified mother, and later, the cold silence of tutors in the Giordano mansion. I never had the opportunity to go to a school before. When I was with my mother, I was barely allowed outside the house because she was trying to hide me from my father.And when my father finally found me, I was home schooled with my brothers.I’d never seen this many kids in one place before looking so joyful and happy. Back then, we only had weapons to fight amongst ourselves in that hell hole. But these kids, they looked so... small..so fragile and happy."You coming?" Zayn asked, glancing back at me. "Yeah," I muttered, adjusting m

  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Normal!

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  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Tough!

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  • Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary    Angel

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