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'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

Matthew said. “Then, how about I offer another thing?” “What is it?” “How about you try training with my personal butler, Bart?” “Eh, you mean that old man?” “Ahahaha!” Gustav laughed when Matthew said that. “He may be an old man, but he was once a veteran soldier that served the Omni Army. In fact, all of my servants are well trained in combat in case of an emergency.” “Whoa~ I didn’t know that. That’s amazing!”

“Well good. I would’ve taken over if you were going to be nasty to him, and not in the good way!” I head downstairs rolling my eyes to Mia, when I look up and see that devilishly handsome man. His muscles popping through his black t shirt and as he looks well put together, I can tell he had just shaven and went to the barber shop before stopping here—still smelling of shaving cream. He must’ve known I’d be here looking over at grandma gleaming with happiness until she spots me eyeing her, she ran into the kitchen before I could call her out on her silly betrayal.

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

He suggested. “Nah, I’m exhausted.” “Oh come on Arthur Murray, we all know you aren’t one to get tired that easily or even shy away from a challenge. What would you tell your people when they hear their Alpha refused a fight from a mere person like me?” Dennis pushed further. He knew I hated for my ego to be trampled on. “Go on, use me. Use me and cool off the steam. I know you are craving for a real fight and not some training equipment.”

Carter. *************************************************

said a restrained, subdued Bart sometime later. I looked to the right of me and there he was, even more dashing than yesterday when he had come to pick me up. Bart, all 6'6" of him, standing tall in his tux. His athletic build combined with his stature could not but overwhelm. Although I knew from the very few words he had spared me up until now that he was only nineteen, he hardly looked it. Hardly sounded it as he took call after call on the drive to Caines.

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

I could see a tear roll down his face and I wanted to laugh at how pathetic he is. "Please. Why are you doing this?" I crouch down so I can be eye to him with him. "You touched what's mines. And now you have to pay." Andrew starts shaking but I don't care. "Put him on the floor." I command to Jackson and he does. Going over to a table next to the wall, I grab a crow bar and walk back to Andrew. Andrew's on his back while he tries to squirm his way out of Jackson's grip but Jackson doesn't let up.