บททั้งหมดของ Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

MAXI walked into the cathedral, drenched by the pouring rain, and felt that familiar invincible force wrap its arms around me the moment we got in. No one looked at us.For the first time since we escaped, we could actually lift our heads without fear of being spotted. Yet, in this scanty church, I couldnt help but feel like I should've been anywhere else. “Did we take a wrong turn?” Zane murmured behind just before Trinity pulled down her hoodie. Her hair was luscious red tied in two ponytails. It gave her a young, almost innocent kind of vibe… but after spending the last couple hours trailing her every move, innocent was definitely the wrong word for Rebecca's little protégé.“My instructions were to bring you here” she muttered, rubbing her hands together to heat herself up. “Go make a confession and try not to draw too much attention to yourself” she turned to Zane, looking him and down. “You, follow me.”Before she could get a stride in, I grabbed her arm. Not hard. Definit

BIANCAI stared at the screen, eyes accomodating to the artificial light a little faster than I'd like. Branded across the page was a firm, bold message. “Brian Callaghan: 12.9 Milllion Dollar Bounty.”Anger and irritation bubbled up my spine instantly. “Why are you showing me this?” I groaned, raising my head only slightly to meet his unperturbed gaze. My kidnapper had a plain expression on his face, even though a part of me felt like he was definitely enjoying this.“That's the highest bounty ever placed on a mercenary. Neat stuff, don't you think?”Oh, I was so ready to bite his fucking face off. “If you're looking for a reaction, you're not gonna get it.”“I think I already am, actually” he leaned back into his chair, enjoying the view of me chained still and wishing to spring out of this steel so I could slap him across the face. “Tell me” he said. “What's he like?”I didn't answer. I wasn't gonna answer. “Brian, that is” he repeated like I didn't hear the words before. “W

VANESSAThe comfort of my bed had hushed into a forgotten memory long before tonight.I’d been tossing and turning all night, trying to pull myself away from the clutches of discomfort.Impossible.My body jerked off the cotton, my skin plagued by beads of sweat and a tiring ache that hummed across my edges.I pulled myself up until I sat at the edge of my bed, feet dangling lightly over the dark wooden floorboards.Nightmare?Maybe.Definitely.Those torturous memories hadn’t let me taste the sweetness of a good night’s rest in what was starting to feel like forever.In the middle of my predicament, a soft glow caught my attention.My eyes took about half a second to adjust, but when I turned slightly to notice the study table… there he was.Max, slouched in front of my laptop… unconscious.His laboured breaths were too heavy to ignore, fatigue reeling off his aching body like it was his second skin.I didn’t even remember him going to sleep in my room.When did he come down here?I

TIFFANY“O–of course,” I stuttered, reached for my purse, and tried to move past him. “I just wanted to wash my hands. I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere—”“Have we met before?” He stepped across me, towering slightly over my slender figure.“W… what?”“You look familiar. Have we run into each other before?”Fuck. Not exactly.Shadow was one of two men the police were meant to arrest at the party where I was kidnapped. Zane was taken in his place.But according to the NYPD, Shadow was a fucking ghost.They had neither a description nor proper intel on him. Yet Mason somehow got an entire file.“I don’t think so,” I answered. “This is my first time in the city.”“Wow. That’s amazing. Dakota’s a really chill city once you get to know it.”“I’m sure it is.” I tried to move again.He blocked me off again.“Say, unless you’re in a rush, would you like me to be your guide for the night?”Say no. Say no. He’s your mission and this could go very, very—“Say yes,” Mason said through the

MIKA WAYNEThe best part of being a female mercenary… was that I could hide in plain sight. Like I was right now. Four weeks ago, my own target approached me at my family dinner, thinking he'd been contracted by my dad to protect me.Hilarious.But killing Theo Campbell at the annual banquet would be a mess I didn't have the strength to clean up.Besides, if I'd gotten rid of him that night and completed my mission, I wouldn't be presented with this golden opportunity:“Ratting out Brian Callaghan to become thirteen million dollars richer.”Damn. Even thinking about it got my heart racing. For the past couple days, I'd been contemplating how to do it.You see, I didn't work under Lang Corp. Matter of fact, Yoshen Enterprises, (my employers) were Lang's competitors in the black market. Their dynasty-long enmity was one of the reasons I had to eliminate Theo in the first place, so I knew exactly what I was getting into if I decided to waltz straight into the jaw of the Lang's.Howev