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The longing for a father will always last. Lucas cleared his throat, he had never felt a pounding like this before. He was never afraid of a gun pointed at him, he would not hesitate to step into the midst of men holding guns. "Aria is fine, there's no such big problem, you know how I solve all of this, right?" he said Fantino chuckled, he remained relaxed as usual, without knowing that today would be the day that changed everything. Lucas stood up, then suddenly he changed his position kneeling in front of Fantino. The action suddenly made Fantino wonder "What are you doing, man?"

Alex already had one, Nick portrays himself as a good fella but oh was he a player. "Why'd you run here, asshole?" "Exercise." Lying, Dan looks at Zayn who smiles at his brother. Alex and Nick sat in the front while Zayn and Dan were at the back. The scarlet colored automobile disappears from her sight. She slowly emerges out as a departing part of the tree and leaves the area as well.

She left without waiting for a response, and Mark sat alone in the lounge a while longer, coffee going cold in his hands, the uneasy feeling in his chest refusing to fully settle no matter how many times he told himself this was still what he wanted. --- In her own office, Elena spent the morning going over every argument she might need, every piece of evidence Alexander's intervention had preserved, trying to anticipate every angle Lady Eleanor might come at them from. It didn't help nearly as much as she wanted it to. There was something particularly unnerving about preparing to defend yourself against an accusation you knew was false, unable to predict exactly how convincing the fabricate

ELI’S POV The room is dark. The only light in the room comes from the orange glow of the streetlight through the blinds. I sit on the edge of the couch with my hands trembling. My eyes can’t look away from the bloodied saw resting on the coffee table. I should have thrown it away—should have left it to burn with the cabin. I burned the cabin after I was done. I should have thrown the saw inside. But no, I brought it back here. It’s here, in my apartment, staring at me, mocking me. The reality of what I’ve done crushes my chest, making every breath feel like it’s dragging pieces of glass through my lungs.

“My fiancé is not like…” “Shut up Mr Walker, I am not talking to you. you! turn around.” “I keep telling you to not touch my daughter, but you don’t listen.” We turned again and Luke was standing there, and a smile broke on my lips. He saved me, he came through for me like he said he would. He stood there with a beaten and buttered Nick.

She moved my arm, so I was pointing at another guy standing behind him. “What kind of leader sends someone else to stand up for him? Fuckin’ pathetic!” Jax bellowed. Before anything else could be said, there was a loud bang, and I heard a grunt from beside me. I looked over to see Gunner looking at his left shoulder and the start of blood spreading on his shirt. Everything after that happened in slow motion.

He is stood there holding his hands out which makes the Guard stop immediately. “I want to see her, not fight. I want to see her hurt these guys when she doesn’t fight back.” The Alpha demands. Carefully I place my hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “It’s okay, trust me.” I whisper in a low tone, so the Alpha won’t hear it. I push the chair in, and Jackson stands to the side out of my way.

“I expected more but this is okay.” “Dude, you’re sprawled in the ground like a spaghetti. Stand down,” said Lucas which had Jackson laughing. “I never stand down. I am an alpha,” was the alphas response. “Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked him.

"You'll kill yourself jumping from this height! Is avoiding being seen with me worth risking your life?" "Yes," I answered without hesitation, my voice flat and decisive. "I'd rather die than be caught with you." I shoved him hard, trying to force him to turn around, but he remained obstinate, rooted to the spot, his eyes filled with a messy cocktail of emotions I had no interest in deciphering. "Stop trying to do me any favors, Jack. Whatever was between us is long over. Anna Shaw doesn't recycle her trash."

The devil-may-care playboy vanished, replaced by a lone wolf with a keen sense of smell. He didn't rush out. Instead, he surveyed the terrain, directing his men to quickly secure the high ground. "Ava, stick with me." He shielded me behind him, every step he took was extremely cautious, his eyes scanning every corner like a hawk. During the inspection, the other party tried to fudge the numbers. Before I could say a word, Jasper drew the M1911 from his hip and pressed it to the leader's forehead, the movement a blur. "Trying to cheat us? You should've asked who owns this desert first."