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Either way, we needed to catch the bastard. "Tia," I linked to my wife, " find out if Nuclei has anything to do with Tektite. We need to know where they were registered and who the board members are. Work on it with Kirk but be careful and secretive. I might have to secretly go to Santa Braee after all." I said, and she looked worried. "Let's talk about it when we get home, Luke. This guy is very dangerous. Let us discuss this extensively and then decide, but I will work on the investigation with Kirk," she argued, and I knew why she was worried. I nodded so she would be patient.

In that moment, her body froze at the sudden closeness of their faces. The cold breeze made Jasmine shiver, but slowly, a warmth began to tingle on her skin, becoming perfect as Mr. Hawthorne kissed her lips, slowly and softly. Jasmine couldn’t pull away, even though doubt lingered in her heart. She realized that even before hearing Mr. Harper’s words, she already knew that Mr. Hawthorne was a dangerous man. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the accidents that befell her tormentors, and she had to accept the fact that she was still in love with Mr. Hawthorne, who harbored a dark side.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

My gift a curse, at times whispered louder tonight. David. I saw the path of fire he would leave behind. Saw the cracks in loyalty, in love, in bloodlines. I whispered only one word. “Danger.” And the wind carried it away. But the truth lingered remaining Unshakable.

“You speak as though the Hollow Paths will not take more than you offer.” “We’ve faced worse,” Maxim said. Zara bit back the urge to argue. It wasn’t entirely true—they’d faced dangerous, yes, but the Hollow Paths weren’t just dangerous. They were legend. Places in-between. Places that unmade you. The leader stepped forward until the cracked mask was only a breath away from Maxim. “Then remember this—” Its voice sank lower, the triple tones sliding under her skin like cold water. “The Paths do not lie. They will show you what you are, and what you fear to be. Most who walk them never wish to return.”

It was brief, but enough for my mind to stagger a bit. This man is dangerous... way too dangerous. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

The words are out before I can stop them. Enzo’s expression changes, brows drawing tight, jaw ticking, as I scramble for a way to explain myself, to backpedal, to undo what I just let slip. “You don’t see it, do you?” he says after a long beat. “How fucking dangerous this is.” “I see it,” I mutter. “Clearer than you think.”

He’s still following me. On my way home from work, I take a different route, but he’s still there. The man in the white mask, black hoodie, and blue jeans. His footsteps feel as dangerous as the mask he wears. I’ve reported him to the police. I was told to call immediately if he appeared again. So I do.

It was a familiar car… Tainted black window of front seat rolled down and I saw a familiar face “Get in” Kabir said without even sparing a glance at my face. I did not troubled myself to argue this time and quietly occupied passenger seat beside him “Seatbelt” he said and I buckled my seatbelt “You are driving?” I questioned him back and he passed me a bored expression and started driving… “Do you even have slightest of idea how dangerous those streets are in night?” Kabir questioned me with his eyes on road ahead

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.