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Aside from the system notice confirming the deal, there was nothing. I paused, then clicked into the buyer's profile. That was when I noticed something wrong. His profile picture was greyed out. The account had been deleted. If there was nothing to hide, why delete the account so quickly? Those suggestive photos kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I felt. I took the entire next day off. Triumph Hotel. I had to see for myself. … The next morning, Chloe acted like nothing had happened, casually handling one of her other cameras.

Suddenly, the room was darker and heavier, like he sucked all the lights inside of it. He terrified me. I remembered that look in his eyes again, and I suddenly had every reason to crumble. I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die.

"Jace, finally Solinap started to talk. Him and Lauren are both connected to Italian mafia. That's why they get away easily with their plans of troubling Ms. Miller. He also said that Lauren has been planning to kill her daughter for so long!" "Okay Taylor got it! I think I know who can help us do our work faster. I'll call you back!" he quickly cut the call and dial another. "Whoa! The great Jace Keller called me!" the guy on the other line said with enthusiasm.

"This is the first wave. It gets worse if we slip. But I am not ending this. Not after Chicago. Not with what we know now." Kade gripped my shoulder. "Good. Because I need you in this fight. We hit back at the syndicate soon. Use the USB. Expose your old man careful." "Yeah," I said. "But first survive the rumors. Team meeting tomorrow. Act normal there too." He smirked. "Normal is overrated. See you later at yours. Back door." I watched him walk off down the hall. My phone would not stop buzzing. Rumors spreading like wildfire already. Captain and the killer. Close. Too close.

"Unless you admit that both your parents' deaths were deserved. Admit that you're a failure and that you were never good enough for me. Then transfer all your shares in the company to Hayden. "If you do that, I'll consider saving your mother." "That's outrageous!" the attending physician screamed. "Dr. Lowell, how can you say something like that? Mr. Kirkland has already humbled himself enough. Please just let him and his mother go." Hayden kicked the physician to the ground. "This doesn't concern you. Get lost, or I'll deal with you too!" The physician hit the floor hard. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even so, he struggled to sit up.

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"And now she's killing everyone who knows the truth. Tying up loose ends before she can finalize the merger." "The council meeting tonight. What if it's not about reviewing your fitness?" Sera's stomach churns. "What if it's the final step? What if they're planning to—" "Assassinate me and blame it on the same killer who's been murdering pack members." Dante's eyes flash gold. "Make it look like I got caught in the crossfire." "We have to stop them." "With what? Connor's journal?" Dante picks it up. "This is just words. We need actual proof of the merger, of the bribes—"

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