I'm not overweight, nor am I six feet tall. My quickness and my readiness to go above and beyond to defeat an opponent are what allow me to win. Fairness has never been taken into consideration.What was important was winning. Leandro's eyes are getting wary of whatever it is he sees when I'm on my feet.Finn moves in front of us. "We're short on time for this. Dan set down that bottle. Put on a shirt, Jade.Come with me.I laugh. "You anticipate us to—"He looks down at me. "I anticipate that you will comply. That's what I anticipate. This is alpha me. Not the case with you. rather than Dan.It seemed that he was near enough to hear us.Leandro whispers, "Ah, is there trouble in parad—"Finn cuts me off with a stern remark, "If you want to survive the next five minutes, Leandro," as he keeps staring me down. "I would just shut up."I get distracted by movement out of the corner of my eye. Den."What is your knowledge of Darius?" As Dan gets up and asks, he stumbles so much that he fa

FinnLeandro surveys us slowly, a hint of hunger visible in the depths of his emerald eyes. So, how exactly does this sharing function? You go to bed together and see what happens, or do you take turns with her?Finn, you're a fool for bringing him here. Why didn't you take his information and run off with him?But I'm aware. Sami. I had a warning that I had to return to the city. Right now.The roaring from a huge screen TV hanging on the distant wall and the hardly audible tire squeals are perfectly muffled by his lack of effort to reduce his tone. I doubt the live portion because it's one of those "live" police car chases that focus more on theatre. Whether it's real or not, the chef, who's looking out of the kitchen hatch in his grease-stained chef whites, is mesmerized. The sound is muted, so thankfully we are spared the full impact of a man yelling his indignation at the utter carelessness of such a risky chase through the city streets.The waitress, a little blond thing, jerks

Detective Ferdinand returns with my glass of water, and while we wait, Detective Bradley doesn't switch off the recorder or take his eyes off of me.The door creaks open again a few seconds later, hardly long enough for me to have come up with a story that won't land me in jail for murder. Detective Ferdinand enters, holding a small white plastic cup.I'm not going to grab the cup from him even if it crosses my field of view and hovers there, inches from my face. I break out in hives just thinking about touching him or having him touch me.I hold off on picking it up until he sets it down on the table in front of me. My palms quickly close around the plastic, still warm and sweaty from his fingers, and I instantly regret my choice.Detective Ferdinand replies as he settles into his seat, "You were telling us about how Darius stepped into the diner right after your dad knocked you down." "Let's revisit that."I raise the cup to my mouth, sipping a little water from it, and then set it

Eli doesn't hold back. He stands up and turns to face me, holding out his hand with the palm facing up. "Leo, Miss."I quickly glance at the police.Their murderous gazes are fixed on Eli as if they've still forgotten that I exist.I put my hand in Eli's and allowed him to help me stand up.I know I've messed up when he tightly clasps his hand around mine. One that doesn't really sink in until Eli is guiding me down the corridor; I was too busy getting excited in the interview room to think about who might be waiting for me outside.Darius.I pull at my hand slowly. "I think I should go to the toilet."And check to see if there's a window large enough for me to crawl out of in this restroom.Eli smiles at me like a shark, and his hand tightens. Which you can accomplish when we've gathered your possessions.His smile makes me uneasy because it makes me feel like a rat that a dog has just saved from a cat.We follow him to the reservation area, where we wait. Detective Ferdinand and Bra

AmandaI've been staring at Nathan's sardonic smirk for almost an hour now.I can't force myself to look away, no matter how many times I urge myself to.I glance at him and the picture comes back to me.I remember how he caused my dad pain before his passing when I look at him."You said pub owners?" Jacob gives a disgusted mouth twist.Given his wealth—his parents raised him with the help of five servants—it should come as no surprise that Jacob thinks any job other than investment management is beneath him. He even hires out for that. He typically loses the money he wagers on investments. It is his parents' responsibility to make sure he never experiences a day at work.The first time Darius introduced me to him, at twenty-six, I thought he was spoilt and overprivileged.My perception of him hasn't altered in three years.Nathan takes another sip of his vodka while lounging on one of Darius's white couches. "I think there's always room for someone to suffer more, but Darius thinks