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A Special Kind of Stupid

Autor: Elize Pheiffer
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-01 12:04:53
At 5:30 AM, the rain stopped, leaving the city dripping and wet. I drove back to the garage.

As I pulled into the gravel lot, the silver SUV was no longer a block away. It was parked directly across from the gate, its engine idling. The "Shadow", the contractor my father had hired, was standing by the driver’s side door. He was no longer trying to be undercover. He was wearing a tactical vest, and his hand was resting openly on the grip of a sidearm.

I stepped out of the Corolla, my legs shaking
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    The soft click of the side door latching below was the only warning I had. Pressing my face against the cool tinted glass of the office window, I watched Elena slip out from the shadows of the garage floor and step into the damp Miami night. In the dim amber wash of the security lights sat her vehicle, a sleek, pearl-white Porsche 911 Turbo S, its twin-turbo engine rumbling to life. I didn't hesitate. I spun around, quietly stepping back toward the blanket where Cane lay sprawled in a deep, exhausted sleep. Moving with the silent, fluid grace drilled into me by Viper, I carefully pulled the wool blanket higher over his bare shoulders. Once out the office door, I didn't take the stairs. I vaulted over the upper railing, landing soundlessly on the concrete floor below. &

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   I Knew It!

    The thud of my back hitting the concrete floor still echoed in my ears, the burn of Caspian’s grip searing across my throat. Before I could even draw a full breath, Cane was kneeling beside me, his hands hovering frantically over my shoulders, his amber eyes wide with panic."Eloise. Look at me. Are you okay?" Cane’s voice was a rough, fractured whisper, vibrating with the urge to tear the compound apart stone by stone.I coughed, pressing a hand against my bruised windpipe, and shook my head, pushing myself up onto one elbow."I'm fine, Cane. I just... I need a minute," I rasped, avoiding his burning gaze as I stood up on shaky legs.Without waiting for him to argue, I turned my back and headed straight for the metal staircase, needing the isolation of the upper of

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Look

    The reinforced bay doors were slammed shut and bolted, locking out the damp Miami night, but the oppressive chill of the legislative massacre followed us inside. We gathered around the central tactical table. Cane, Harrison, Senator Sterling, Maya, Vinnie, and Elena, our faces illuminated by the harsh, flickering glow of the monitors. The silence was heavy, broken only by the hum of Vinnie’s mechanical arm."Those weren't street thugs or brainwashed grunts," Vinnie said, leaning against a terminal, his face tight with grim realization."I’ve spent years tracking every syndicate, cartel, and black-market arms ring across the globe. The guys we faced tonight... they were the top of the food chain. International executioners, cartel enforcers, and shadow-brokers who operate with zero oversight. If Silas and Caspian bought them off, they

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Upgrade Of Caspian Vance

    The hall of the Federal Archive became a slaughterhouse in seconds. The syndicate enforcers operated with the cold precision of an elite firing squad. As Cane and I fought our way toward the dais, a trio of syndicate executioners flanked the western gallery, executing key reform ministers at point-blank range."Suppressing fire!" I screamed, emptying the magazine of my sidearm into the marble balustrade above to force the snipers back.Before the echoes of our gunfire could fade, a series of detonations rocked the lower foundation. Secondary charges tore through the building’s primary communication arrays. Overhead, the crystal chandeliers flickered violently and died, plunging the entire legislative district into a heavy, digital darkness illuminated only by the glow of emergency backup strobes.In the bl

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Vance Brother's New Army

    The hum of the medical wing at Viper’s Forge was a quiet kind of torture. I sat on the edge of the cot, my fingers laced tightly with Raya’s. Her skin was cool, her breathing shallow and rhythmic, a fragile counterpoint to the deep purple bruising that mapped the contour of her jaw and collarbone.I traced the edge of a bandage plastered over her wrist, my chest tightening with a familiar, suffocating fury. Silas and Caspian weren't just hiding anymore; they were systematically bleeding our world dry, cutting down our sanctuaries one by one.Footsteps echoed softly down the corridor, heavy, measured, and distinctly military.The door to the medical ward hissed open. Cane stepped into the dim light, and a faint smile touched my lips despite the grimness of the hour. He wore a charcoal-gray suit that sat heavily across his broad, powerful shoulders. But true nature bled through the seams: beneath the tailored jacket, the b

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Who Did This?

    Our convoy of tactical bikes and the reinforced transport tore through the overgrown timber roads. My knuckles were locked white around my handlebars, my heart hammering chaoticly against my ribs. Beside me, Cane rode with a terrifying silence, his golden eyes burning with the primal rage. Maya and Vinnie flanked our rear, their weapons hot and ready, while Elena rode shotgun in the transport, her digital tablet casting a pale, cold glow across her focused face.The trees began to thin, giving way to a wide, natural clearing carved into the base of the mountain. This was Torin’s territory, a secluded sanctuary where his pack had lived in peace since the fall of the Citadel.Or at least, it used to be.As we broke through the final dense cluster of evergreens, I slammed on my brakes, the bike’s rear tire sliding violently across the frost-covered gravel before coming to a dead stop. I cut the engine.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Do you know who I am?

    We were blasting music, windows down, singing along, when a stray dog suddenly ran across the road. I swerved hard to the right and lost control. I then heard a loud crash as the Bugatti rammed the curb and hit a light pole.“Are you alright?” I asked Isabelle.“Oh my god! I think my nose is broken

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Silver Moon Gala

    The Silver Moon Gala 1114 wordsI’d been waiting all year for the Silver Moon Gala. It was held annually at the Thorne Tower Plaza, a building that my father's company designed and built. The attending cost was a non-refundable two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Naturally, I didn't have to pay

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Budgets and Betrayals

    The door to Apartment 2B didn’t open with a thumbprint or a glide. It squeaked on rusted hinges, sticking against a linoleum floor that had seen better days. As Edward’s town car faded into the distance, leaving me standing in a hallway that smelled of industrial cleanser, the reality of the Miller

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Contract

    The car pulled over in front of Thorne Strategic Heights, towering like a tomb over Miami. Usually, this building felt like a symbol of my birthright, but today it looked like my last resting place. I caught my reflection in the tinted window of the town car. My gown was stained and torn, my blonde

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