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So I’ll just go with Ace. Grabbing my phone, I look at a picture of all three of them. I’m coming guys, coming to make everything right.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Minus Forcing myself to compartmentalize my emotions surrounding Cricket and my chance to be with her alone tomorrow night, I followed Clutch to our destination. We pulled up to the Nine Ball just after ten o’ clock and the place was already looking pretty lively. Bikes, low riders, and vintage custom trucks filled the parking lot. The Saints, The Apex Predators, and the older clubs in town still held sway, but according to Clutch, Los Psychos, the area’s newest club, had recently gained in numbers significantly, and all but taken over this, and several other spots.

He even has a rose. He said it was his favorite flower, and that each flower in his garden represents a woman in his life. So I asked, how many flowers do you have? He said 36. But my favorite is my first flower- Jasmin. I asked him why. He laughed a bit. My being inquisitive reminded him of a woman he calls his rose, his 36th. He offered me coffee and hot pandesal or salt bread which at first I declined. Due to

Only a fierce, unwavering blank stare. "I don't need 365 days, Alessandro," she continued, her voice soft but firm. "It's just day three and I've decided. I love you, Alessandro. Please... don't push me away."

Because the word was starting to fit too easily. The leader smiled faintly. “There were three.” Rhydan went still. Draven didn’t react outwardly. But I saw it. A shift. A recognition forming. Three. My breath caught. “…three what?” The creature’s eyes locked onto mine. “Three anchors.” The bond inside me pulsed again. Harder this time. I winced. Not from pain— from pressure. Like something pressing outward. Waiting. The leader’s voice softened slightly. “You were never meant to carry it alone.”

A dark blue ball hat shielding his face that has dirty blond stubble growing on his hard square jaw. "Rae?" He holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, his hat not doing near enough to block the Tennessee sun. Groaning, I try and stand up. Max helps by placing his hand on my lower back to steady me and instantly a warmth spreads through my legs. In reaction, I jerk away, not familiar with the feeling.

After the celebration -the naming ceremony of Fadila, Mashkur and Mehr decide to take a little trip to Goa, India to explore. They were there for a week because they had to come back as Mashkur needed to be in the office and Farid will go back to school whilst Mehr will go back to work also. "Babe, stop worrying so much. He'll do just good. It's just that this is his first year and you know it'll be tough, worry not!" Mashkur comforted.

"Count again," "Two," Smack. "Three", Smack. “Four," Smack. “Five," Smack. "Six", Smack. "Seven," Smack. Her voice came out as a tired whisper. “Eight," Smack. “Nine," Smack. “Ten,"