The carnival was rather crowded. Families with small children, teenagers, young couples mostly. He scanned the whole area for suspicious-looking people. A lone man in the corner, a couple of guys that didn't dress casually enough to be there, anyone that was looking their way, he didn't notice anything worth worrying about, but he worried nonetheless. 

At 14 years old, he was told by his parents that he will meet the girl who will be his mate for the rest of his life. A girl was what Ariana was at the time. Skinny, flat chested, awkward. Shy like a wallflower. Quiet as a mouse. He wasn't interested. Afte

The urge was hard to control. Especially around Ari. He wanted sex almost all the time, he tried to distract himself with other things to reduce his anxieties, sometimes it helps. Whenever it came, it was as if his body wasn't his own. Something else took over him and the only way to get it out of his system was to have sex. 

Diego held a stopwatch in his hand. He had driven them to a remote area and stopped on the side of the road. It was training day. He told her to get her sneakers on and run into the woods as if she was being chased by Armand's gunmen. He was going to time her. 

After the shooting, he was immediately in contact with his lawyers to take care of things. He was close to having a meltdown. He locked himself in his room and wrecked his brain to figure out what had happened to Ari. He started snorting heroin to calm his