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THEOI was beginning to regret taking this job.Simply put, I just couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle Mika.There was always something up with her. If it wasn’t the house being too humid, it was it being too quiet. If she wasn’t starving—even after I’d ordered enough food for four people—she was complaining about food poisoning before she’d even taken a bite.Honestly, it was like taking care of a child. A pestering, violent, twenty-two-year-old child. And last I checked, the Wayne assignment hadn’t said anything about becoming a babysitter.I crashed onto the couch in the living room and flung an arm over my eyes, trying to numb the phantom ache in my temple. Mika had “accidentally” flung a vase at my head that morning for walking in on her while she was changing. She had been changing IN MY ROOM.“Bertrand, how much longer is she going to be with us?” I asked.“Three months. I’m pretty sure you already know that, sir,” he answered, his voice a little too light for someone who sh

BIANCA A light buzz hummed down my body after the last shot. I couldn't even tell who'd handed it to me, but somewhere in this sea of bodies, someone who wanted me drunk and useless tonight.My throat had become slick and bitter, my tongue heavy and unresponsive after the third shot of tequila.But none of that really mattered. Nothing compared to ecstasy pulsing inside me because I'd finally won.If last night didn't prove it, then this morning was definitely all the confirmation I needed. Max was mine. All mine. “Bianca, you're fucking wasted” Kimberly laughed. Was that even Kimberley? Not sure, but my mind pretty much registered every brunette around me as a Kimberly right now. She'd been giving me lap dances since my fourth shot, and I'd taken the fifth straight out of her mouth. Unsurprisingly, she was as tipsy as I was, but it didn't stop either of us from having a good time. This was the last weekend before exams started, the least we could do was wrap things up with a b

Chapter 192THEO“Tiffany. For God’s sake,” I muttered. “Answer my calls.”An entire night had passed since the party. An entire night since I lost her in the haze of noise and chaos.I could still remember everything like it had happened only moments ago.I’d followed after her, trying to explain that Mika had blurted nonsense. There was nothing going on between us. I wanted Tiffany. Just her. Only her.But before we’d even made it out the back, the club had descended into pandemonium.The news claimed it was a shooting nearby. The police said they’d followed an anonymous lead and traced a raid to the same location.It was neither.It was those faces.Men in black. Faces half-hidden by the dark, but their movements were too precise, too controlled to belong to amateurs. They were trained. The same way I was trained. Maybe even fiercer.The resemblance had been too sharp to ignore.Whatever they did spread through the room like poison. One moment there was darkness. The next, absence.

MAX I spent my twenty-third birthday in a cell, surrounded by assholes who chose that day as their lucky moment to poke the “new inmate.” It didn't go as planned. I wasn't even meant to be here in the first place. But when push came to shove, I had to defend myself. And that… was why I was thrown in here. Solitary confinement. I'd spent the last week and half in here, surrounded by these white walls, losing my fucking mind. But I'd be lying if I said I wanted to be moved. I didn't. Because just across from me, was the other “new inmate” who'd been thrown into solitary confinement as well. Zane! I was counting down days, hours, minutes and seconds to when the bars between us would be lifted. I'd kill him. I'd fucking kill him! And then I'd know that I actually deserved to be in here after all. “Inmate 1789” a new guard showed up, ratting the bars with his baton as he crossed. “Rise and shine.” New. He was definitely new. The other guards a

TIFFANY “Eat” he said. He was sitting across from me at the helm of the dining table, taking his precious time while enjoying his steak, eggs and chips.Unfortunately, he'd learnt his lesson after what happened a week back. The eye patch over his left eye was an evident reminder of what would happen if he came anywhere close to me. But for some reason, after locking me away at the attic for the past couple days, he'd sent his little maids to fetch me today. “I hear you've been rejecting most of what you've been served” he continued, biting down on another piece of steak before he straightened. “Futile, don't you think?”I hadn't picked my fork. I couldn't stab him from all the way down here. If his little henchmen weren't all around the room, I wouldn't mind taking the longer route if it meant I got to permanently blind him.“Are you still worried about your parents?” He rhetorically asked. “Your father's fine. Your mother is too. Haven't been getting the best of sleep, but that's