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Nathan says, and I nod. We were both taught these rules early in life, but I don't mind him restating them. I know he is talking out loud to keep himself calm. He has always been someone who talks when he is nervous. I am the opposite...thats why we are perfect for one another. "Ready," Nathan asks, and I lick my lips nervously. "Yes," I reply. "Clockwise, go," Nathan says, and we both move. The second my light shifts, it hits white skin mere feet away from us. The bloodsucker screeches as my weapon burns its skin, and it disappears. Nathan's flashlight earns some screeches too, and I realize we are surrounded.

Typical Beverly. Mirabella sighed and looked at her friend. “You are not supposed to smile right now.” “I’m sorry, but come on!” Beverly said, waving her hands dramatically. “That’s like straight out of a dark romance novel. The big bad ruthless and handsome Mafia lord who takes what he wants, who’s all dominant and sinful—girl, it’s wild!” “It’s not wild, Bev. It’s traumatic.” Mirabella gave her a flat stare, rubbing her forehead as though the whole conversation was giving her a headache all over again. “You’re so impossible, Bev.”

“What are you up to?” “Oh, I’m just watching this movie Mr. Whitaker—the other Mr. Whitaker—asked me to watch.” Beau smirked at her. “You can call me Beau, Mia. I’m not your boss.” “Right.” She knew her cheeks were turning red. He smelled so good—sort of like the ocean. Fresh and light, not like his brother who smelled almost as dark and brooding as he looked. “What movie are you watching? Do I even want to know?”

“But I am clean, and if you say you are then I trust you.” Suddenly Mira noticed the limousine slowing and turning off the bridge and into the city of Seattle. Realizing they would reach their destination in a matter of minutes compelled her to be impulsive in a way she never had before, and she thrust down, feeling his every inch fill her, as she moaned in response.

she rolled her eyes, however, she couldn't help but smile at her friend's British robotic accent. "It's Beau." "Heavy sigh." "What is new, Lil?" "The Marcelinos wants your expertise again. Looking for the file." "They are boring, Lil. Anybody else?" "Another heavy sigh." Beau grinned. " The Marcelinos are willing to pay double. I suggest you take it, Beauty Grace." "Ok. I'll take it. I must warn you though I will be done in a day or two so you must find me another one." "Grinning at my best friend. I will. This time I will make it more complicated. Oh and, one of the clients wants to meet B. G. Anderson."

Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair slicked back. He stopped in front of Mira, flashing a grin. "Hey," he said, his accent thick. "I'm Arnold. I don't think we've met." Mira's smile returned. "Mira." "You here with friends?" "Yeah." She gestured toward me. "This is Gianna." Arnold glanced at me, nodding. "Nice to meet you." Then his attention shifted back to Mira. "Want to grab a drink? Maybe take a swim?"

In other words, he was implying if Beau was certain he wanted to speak out of line toward a guest of the host? Beau's expression faltered briefly, but he quickly regained his composure, smiling as if nothing had happened. "On closer look, I suppose there are some differences. It's my mistake to speak before thinking. Apologies, Miranda." Sebastian's expression finally relaxed. Madison discreetly gave him a thumbs-up, and he responded with a slight grin. Throughout it all, as the focus of the exchange, Miranda remained calm. Beau was acquainted with Hansel, and Miranda had seen him at a few business events in the past. Each time, his gaze would linger uncomfortably on her, an unsettling scrut

I nod and smile at every pause, which seems to appease her. Amara’s turn finally comes. I move closer to get a better look and groan when the light beams behind her, putting her body on display. She looks like an angel, and I want her. As if sensing my thoughts, Amara looks in my direction. I wink and smile at her, maintaining my flirtatious facade. She pretends not to see me and faces the camera. I want to scream out when some lady places a mirror in front of her and blocks my way. To my horror, her body stiffens and jolts as if being electrocuted. The assistant gasps out in shock and drops the mirror horrified. It would have been comical if it wasn’t so scary. I almost lose it when Amara’s

I muttered. “Welcome ma'am.” The driver said to me, tipping his driver hat, I smiled in response. The man had friendly brown eyes, a warm smile and I noticed he was bald when he tipped his hat and although seated I could tell he was a heavy man. Baron got into the front passenger seat and greeted the driver with a wide smile, “Afternoon Jim.” “Afternoon my boy.” He responded and when he smiled this time, I could see the uncanny resemblance between them.

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.