TERROR

TWENTY ONELORCANI leaned back in the chair with a devilish smirk curving both sides of my lips. "Well, why don't we keep it moving in that direction, Edmund?""Sir?"I leaned forward."I want you to gather and send a really sizable amount of money to all of the tabloids who are already running the stories about Duke," I started. “Sir?”He sounded confused."The funds is to keep them fuelled for the stories because I want every single coverage concerning this matter with Duke to remain consistent. And I want it loud too. Every damn time Duke's team tries to close any of the stories about him, make sure each of the tabloids under retainer will have at least two more open immediately."There was silence for a beat.“Do you understand?”He cleared his throat."Yes, understood."“Good.”I leaned back again."And as for the lawsuit that we filed against that lying bastard, make sure it does not ease up on his neck," I said to him. "Not even in the slightest.”“Yes sir.”“I want you to h

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TWENTY TWO LORCAN “Stop the car!” Her voice was high pitched. “Stop the damn car!” she added, almost getting off her seat, the veins at the sides of her neck bulging with blood. I reached out, my left palms wrapping around her wrists to hold her back. “Did you not hear her?” I snapped at the driver with fear, a deep dose that was mixed with irritation. “Stop the damn vehicle!” I bellowed. The driver pressed down on the brake without warning, pulling up at the side of the road with expertise. I glanced at her. She was breathing fast, her other hand raised, clutching her chest. “Penelope, are you good?” I asked, moving closer to her, noticing the new tightening of her shoulders. There was also a barely perceptible shift away from the window, her eyes staring around, towards the east entrance of the underground garage. It ran just beneath the crossing, and then she looked away from it, saying nothing. “Penelope?” My hands lifted, resting gently on her shoulders and patting

OUTCOME

TWENTY THREE PENELOPE The event began soon, when more people had arrived at the decorated hall. The hall they chose was long and well lit. It had numbered paddles on every of the seats, and a projection screen at the front, displaying each lot in sequence. Lorcan waved at me. And when I went to his side, he led me by the hands, down the hall, right to the sitting area. We took our seats just as the auctioneer called the room to order. Lorcan had the catalogue open on his knee instantly and began to mark each of the three properties he wanted to acquire with a small neat line in the margin. I watched him do it, and he was relaxed while doing it, in the way that people who are very good at something tend to be when they are about

All Chapters of A Second Bite At The Cherry: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

TERROR

NARROWLY

OUTCOME