Semua Bab MARKED BY THE ALPHAS HEAT: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Kade’s POVThe atmosphere in the conference room had changed. Enough for everyone to notice it. It hadn't even happened that loud or dramatically. The hunters that were situated near the walls were reaching for their hidden weapons while the security at the doors stylishly locked them with quiet clicks. The billionaires seated around the long table were behaving as if nothing was happening. Probably stark pretense. But I could tell that they were aware. All those faggots knew. The meeting had never even been about business in the first place. Liora, who had been standing behind my chair, now stepped beside me. Her eyes moved around the room, watching and counting whatever it was that she was counting. "Sixteen," then she said. "What?" I asked. "Hunters.""I see.""Including the bodyguards.""Hmm."She inclined her head to the side. "Now, that is ambitious."On the other end of the table, Ashram Al Ali leaned back against his chair, making himself conformable. Yeah, why the hell

JACK BELLOM The kings of steel, of petroleum, and all the other kings of the United States have always in a high degree excited my power of imagination. It seemed to me certain that these people who possess so much money could not be like other mortals.Each of them, I said to myself, must call his own, at least, three stomachs and a hundred and fifty teeth. I didn't doubt that the millionaire ate without intermission, from six o'clock in the morning till midnight. It goes without saying, the most exquisite and sumptuous viands! Toward evening, then, he must be tired of the hard chewing, to such a degree that, so I pictured to myself, he gave orders to his servants to digest the meals that he had swallowed with satisfaction during the day. Completely limp, covered with sweat and almost suffocated, he had to be put to bed by his servants, in order that on the next morning at six o'clock he might be able to begin again his work of eating.Nevertheless, it must be impossible for such

Kade’s POVThe hunters made the first move. They were loud doing it, but neither did they create some sort of drama. But the way that they drew their weapons was silent. Sixteen hunters fanned out across the room, revealing rifles and pistols from their jackets that we hadn't seen when we first walked in. The corporate guards got themselves busy by sealing all the exits. The investors who were seated around the table didn't even panic when all these were going on. And it told me what I needed to know. They all knew that something like this would happen. As for Ashram, he remained in his seat, hands folded calmly as if watching a business presentation by one of his employees. Michelle leaned back in her chair, eyes trained on me and there was satisfaction in them. Liora sighed next to me. "Phase three looks regrettably violent.""Yeah."She turned her head to the left as she made another count. "Sixteen hunters, four guards, and two exits, which have been locked." She glanced at m

CALLIX After our sexcapade that day, I went to Don myself and told him that we were letting the boy off the hook. He seemed surprised at my decision. But but he didn't go further to question why I had made that decision. He was always smart enough not to do so. In as much as he was my right hand bodyguard, he was also my muscle man. So he did whatever I told him to do without question. If he ever had any reservations about how I did my business, then he kept them to himself. "Thank you, sir. Where is my mother?" Jared asked me. There was still fear in his eyes, completely overshadowing the relief that was lurking below somewhere. "Your mother?" I asked, as if I had no idea who he was talking about. Well, that was just my play. How I liked to end things. Made everything uncomfortable for the people who had fucked with me in the first place. So that I would leave a lasting impression on them. And the next time they tried to cross me, then they would fucking think twice and curse the

MELISSA My dad had made his point. And a man like him didn't care what others thought about him. In fact, he didn't listen to other people's version of the man that he was. That was their problem not his. So he only believed in the version that he thought was right. And that was the one he thought of himself. My dad had a lot of pride. You could call him proud and haughty like a corsair in a romance novel. And if there was anything that I wanted more from my father, it was his absence. Since he didn't want to bend down to what other people thought of him, which included me at times, he could get the fuck out of my life. "Dad, you don't get to tell me what to do with my life going forward. That's my decision to make.""I know. And I am not about to make that decision for you. But can't I guide you? Point you in that direction?I smiled at that. "I've gotten too used to pointing myself in the wrong direction, Dad. Knowing that you're about to do that, I don't think I can cope with i