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called out one of the photographers, a man with a massive camera hanging around his neck. Killian guided me to a spot in front of a backdrop with the company logos. His hand moved from my back to my waist, pulling me closer to his side. "Smile," he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I smiled, but it felt tight and forced. The camera flashes were blinding, making my eyes water. "Can we get something more natural?" another photographer called out. "Maybe looking at each other?" Killian turned toward me, and I found myself staring up into his gray eyes. This close, I could see the tiny scar above his left eyebrow that I had never noticed before.

He was wearing gloves. “Hey, Wallie. It’s been a while!” Scorch’s voice did not fit his 45-year-old six-foot-seven size and oval-shaped head. He talked in squeaks. Wale had always thought of Scorch as a more modern version of Chucky, with a more masculine, human body. However the knife and dried dark bloodstains smeared all over his face. “Yeah, I’ve been, you know, busy. Running here and running there.” “I can see how much good fortune it’s brought you.”

The death of Rudy Fowler made nationwide news overnight. But, not only that. Bartholomew Carter is making waves again with his scandalous report about all of Rudy Fowler's supposed victims. What's shocking is, all of the testimonies he was reporting were from people who had past connections with him.

I really admire him for that. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ After we were done speaking with Scott, we got back into his SUV. his driver Chester, who is also one of the warriors, took us directly to the mall so I can do as I wanted, piss him off by running around like a little girl shopping. I wonder if he gets mad if I spend over a thousand? Guess we'll find out...

He was trying to get on my nerves, purposely or not, and he was succeeding. I smirked. "Don't think that I do not know that." I gained momentum and pushed him backwards. Taken unawares, he stumbled backwards and almost landed on his butt, "A guy like Skye Walker who goes after anything with a V and never actually committing. You're a legend." He looked at me with raised brows, s-ss-sory?" He stammered. That must have hit hard. I grinned, reveling in the moment. "Don't gamble on your luck yet, you were just a hormonal experiment." I told him, grinning.

Walker won back their trust. It was also one of the hardest times I have experienced since I worked at EL ALFA. Although Mr. Walker had put an end to Mr. Goldberg the traitor, but it did not end there. Last week while he was researching James Bianchi’s information with Theo, he discovered an unexpected figure.

The only frightening thing was the unhealed wounds on my face, and I was limping due to my injured feet. "Caleb!" Jenny rushed toward me with a bouquet of flowers, throwing her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Caleb. I only just found out how much you've suffered. It's all my fault. My negligence gave those people the chance to hurt you. But don't worry. I've already made them pay." She showed me a video. In it, Jackson was covered in bruises. He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left.

I reached for one of the blooming camellias by the hedge, fingers brushing the delicate petals when a shadow fell beside me. “Don’t,” a voice said. I turned sharply. Nolan. He stood with his hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “Don’t what?” I asked, more clipped than I meant to sound. “I doubt that there should be a rule for me touching flower puzzles. Or is that against your rules as well, Alpha?”

The tall man had also been watching him pound the stupid out of the punching bag just a couple of minutes ago. "Yes sir". Scorpion replied. SCORPION - Real name; Scott Newton, Nolan Armstrong's right-hand man ( personal assistant). He was in his casual clothing. Black pants, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. The dark shades he wore gave that intimidating aura just as he is. Intimidating. They started walking towards the exit door of the gym. "You're supposed to be in New Orleans in thirty minutes". Scorpion blurted staring at his Silver-lining Rolex, still walking beside Nolan.

He halted in front of a diner and crossed the road to the other side. There would be an allewway there which led to a dead end. But he didn't know that his life was also on target. He stopped at the sight of three goons "Well, well. If it isn't the douchebag Franklin Walker," the man said, brandishing the bat in his hand. "Who are you?" Franklin asked. "I'm a chill guy," Scarface replied. "You all clearly don't know who you're messing with," Franklin said. "Why don't you tell us?"