*******“Who were you talking to?” That statement made her soul almost leap out of her body. She knew that voice, and she was going to be in big trouble if at all he heard the conversation she had with her master.With her heart in her throat, she turned around to face him. There he was, looking at her intently with suspicion visible on his countenance. Mr. tattoo guy, she swallowed hard, pressing her lips together nervously as their eyes locked. He walked away from where he stood over and came closer to her with his peering eyes not leaving her body. Her brain was blank. She couldn't come up with anything at that moment. She didn't want what happened with Xavier to repeat itself with Alex. “Nothing,” she snarled at him. You couldn't blame her for the harshness in her voice as she spoke. He earlier said she didn't matter. For some reason, it got to her, and she hadn't stopped thinking about it since he said it.“You were talking to someone?” he asked. It was as

Aanya squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she continually tossed around the bed. She pressed her lips together as she tried her best to bear the pain, incessantly wiping the sweat that poured out of her forehead. This wasn't the first time she noticed these signs. It had always been like that since she was in Ghista and anytime she tried to tell the executives about it, they brushed it off, calling her annoying.The door to her room opened. She didn't have the strength to turn around to see who it was. Her instincts sensed it was Madison. She finally appeared when the show was over, her brother almost died, and she never showed up. Aanya shook her head. Aanya turned inquisitively to the other side when she realized Madison was still standing by the door. Aanya eyes met with a remorseful Madison, who just stood there with a weary look in her eyes. She looked at Aanya with saddened eyes, and it caused Aanya to stare every other place but her, out of nervousness. Madison stopped starin

“What would you do, if someone who appears dangerous is after you?” she blurted out. He turned to look at her while sitting down on a tree branch. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.“Nothing” he shrugged.“You won't feel scared?”“Why should I?”“You might be on a death list”“So? “ He said, and the statement took her surprised. “That doesn't bother you? ““Not a bit,” he sounded so confident that it surprised Aanya“Why?”“Because I'm done”“With what?” “Being scared” That was a very unusual statement coming from Alex due to how tough he portrayed his personality. But at this point, he looked too vulnerable. “Of what?” She asked again, looking up at him, sitting too comfortably on the tree. Her acrophobic self frowned at it.“Has anybody ever told you that you ask too many questions?”“No, why?”“Because you do”“Why do you have so many tattoos?” Aanya blurted out after a long period of silence, totally ignoring his earlier statement of her being too nosey. He took a glance at he

“GET OUT!” Duong shouted angrily, banging his fist against the table, and they all rushed out. Every cadre knew whenever the boss was angry, you get the fuck out of that place, except you wanted to be shot in the head with the nearest gun he could find.Duong groaned in frustration as he turned to look at Patrick. “Don't just sit there, tell me what to do” “You are the boss, I answer to you,” Patrick said, and Duong glared at him. Duong knew well enough that Patrick was daring him, but he couldn't do anything about it because he desperately needed his help. "Don't you see the problem here?” Patrick asked, not expecting a reply. Duong was not remarkably smart to think that fast. They both knew it."Ryker and his motherfuckin' brother, Audie”“Audie is dead”“That's because Dormos found out about his connection with you,” Patrick said, tapping his hand on the table.“Stop that, it's distracting” Duong snapped and Patrick reluctantly withdrew his hand. “Go on”“You have no idea how