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Tracy’s POV I held my breath and stood outside the window, shivering. If they found me, I would be dead meat. Even if I was not killed, I might become their sex slave just like Vicky. I thought of a terrible thing. Were those missing girls also captured by them as sex slaves? Were they tortured like this? And what role did my brother play in this? He was the alpha in our bag, and our father died at the hands of rogues. Did he forget the blood feud between us and rogues? How could he collude with rogues?

Eighteen years ago….. Kaleb Luthor hurried on. He was on an errand for his father, walking down the gravel path that cut from his house when his eyes caught something. He stopped and stared for a moment. It was his sister's friend, Sasha. Sasha Sullivan. She was hanging upside down from an old tree, her skinned knees hooked over a low thick branch. She was swinging back and forth, so her long braids dangled like ropes. The whole time she hummed while she blew the biggest pink bubble he had ever seen. He didn't know you could hum and blow bubble gum at the same time. As he walked past her, there was a loud pop.

Scarface sneered, raising the dagger high. “Police! Drop the weapon!” Blinding beams of tactical flashlights tore through the darkness as undercover officers stormed in. The mechanic collapsed in relief, pointing at Scarface with shaking hands. “It was him… He forced me to tamper with the brakes back then. That’s why Old Mr. Maxwell had the accident!” … Maxwell Tower, 9:00 a.m., the next day. When I walked into the boardroom, Danny’s face was thunderous. “Mr. Townsend, did you sleep well last night?” I smiled, pressing the remote for the big screen to light up.

“Talk to me, God damnit! Whatever it is, we can fix it. Just…tell me.” My brother lifts his face to meet mine, and I feel my blood run cold before he even says the words. “CrossPoint Capital is under investigation…for murder.”

I tried not to wince. “So, how did you and my brother meet?” Mara asked, her eyes narrowed. Jeez, you'd think I stole her brother from her. Newsflash, I didn't want to be heere either. I have a lover, and sure it was my stepbrother. “We… work together,” I answered carefully, keeping my tone neutral. “That’s how we met.” Mara didn’t blink. “Work together how?” Before I could speak, Trevor cut in smoothly. “She’s my employee, Mara. Not an undercover assassin. Relax.”

It was worse. Just as Callope reached for the ringing phone, she accidentally pressed her foot against the television remote, increasing its volume. “And now, we will welcome an old schoolmate of Miss Genevieve Carslile, the ex-wife of Elias Whitmore.” That’s when it happens……Brooke, an old schoolmate, the head cheerleader, and my biggest bully while in high school steps into frame. Her once rich, luscious blonde hair is now thinning, clinging to her face, looking wet and dry at the same time.

I internally groan, almost rolling my eyes at the tragic absurdity of the timing. Brooke turns her icy, lethal gaze back to me, crossing her arms tightly over her trench coat. "Listen to me very carefully, you pathetic little girl," she snarls, her voice dropping into a venomous, quiet hiss that completely pierces through the noise of the airport terminal. "I know exactly who you are. And I know exactly what kind of disgusting, transactional game you are playing with my fiancé." "Brooke, wait, it’s not what you think—" I try to interject, reaching a hand out to clarify the misunderstanding.

~~~~ I rushed out of my car hoping I'll get to talk to her before she gets upstairs, to her room. I opened the door, slamming it behind me. I looked up at the stairs, silently cursing the fact I'll have to climb it. I heard a sound coming from the sitting room, I turned immediately, my heart beating hard as I set my eyes on my brother holding a gun, pointing it at Loren. It all became clear, I was oblivious to it, the fear in Loren's eyes, the playing smirk on my brother's, the anger in his eyes. Flashes of that night came rushing in. Louisa on the floor covered by a pool of blood, Javier standing there with the knife on his hand.

It felt so good. She looked at me for a fraction of a second and I apologized. She nodded, but I think I saw her blushing a bit. The movie was cute as well as romantic and she seemed to like it. Her eyes were sparkling while looking at the movie. She was my beauty and I was her beast. But I was hell-bent to win my beauty's heart. I wish I had met her first.. my brother was really lucky to have her as his loving wife. She was still in love with him.

Her outburst drew everyone's attention. Ian managed to bluff his way out of the situation too. He secretly gasped in relief. "That's right. My brother died so young. We're not leaving if you don't give us an explanation today." He instantly seized the upper hand with just a few words. The police officers present all wore awkward expressions. "We didn't want this to happen either." "How about this? We'll take you to see the victim first. Then, we can sit down and talk about this." Hearing that they were going to see the victim, Ian instantly recoiled like a cat with its fur standing on end. "No, no, no! I don't think that's necessary! We have things to deal with tomorrow, so we'll go back now