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The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question. “You’re so annoying. Just leave me alone! Blue, take him away, please!” Grey complained. “Shake hands first,” Black said, offering his hand. Grey’s expression remained blank. With a deep sigh, he accepted the handshake. Then Blue, ever the troublemaker, sang Oh, Pag-ibig by Bailey May and Ylona Garcia. “So thrilling, so fun, so kilig, so maddening,” he sang. Grey tried to withdraw his hand, but Black tightened his grip. Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow.

Soon, he’s covered with blood and forced to be on his knees in front of Black. “It’s been 7 years old friend,” Wick said with a maniacal laugh. Black dropped his gun beside him and kicked Wick to the ground. He was quickly brought back up to face Black but his nose is bleeding profusely. “I am Black Williams, not your friend!” He said and punched him hard. “Okay okay,” he talked wheezily. Black handed over the backpack to Tyson and he started arranging the weapons on the large table. “We both know why I came here and it won’t take long,” Black said.

“You would rather put the lives of your own on the line than those rich bastards?” Blanc, ever unshaken, tilted his head slightly. “To my knowledge, you befriend these… bastards.” The room fell silent, the weight of Blanc’s words pressing down on Lucas like an anvil. “We were promised the package would be here by now, weren’t we, Blanc?” Lucas finally spat, his spite barely concealed. “And yet here you are, empty-handed.” “You know damn well my plans changed,” Blanc replied coolly, his unseeing eyes unwavering.

“Juѕt people whо wеrе саtсhіng buѕеѕ, and wаlkіng and hеаdіng hоmе. It аll ѕtаrtеd durіng thаt dаrk bіt оf the blосk dоwn the ѕtrееt. You knоw, thе оnе wіth all the abandoned ѕtоrеfrоntѕ?" "Thаt’ѕ when I heard the fооtѕtерѕ. Hе wаѕ big, Blаkе. Muсh bigger thаn mе, wіth hеаvу fооtѕtерѕ, hеаvу breathing аnd so fаѕt. I knew I wаѕ fucked. I thоught I was gоіng tо dіе.”

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

Black said to him again. Hearing this, Dylan made an angry face but he kept quiet. Black licks Angelina's hand again making her smile. "Black" Dylan softly called him but Black didn't answer him back. "Black" Dylan called again. "What? What is it?" Black asked him irritatingly. "I need to talk with our mate about the training. Let me take control" Dylan said to him. Black smiled and spoke up," You can talk when we will be free. Now bye, bye"

I shook my head at their inexplicable hostility, so close to facepalming. “I was busy following orders…” Laycon shot back, eyes hard, “Unlike you, who goes against them.” “I'm going against them for the good of the world and to avoid blood shed,” Black snapped, slapping his palms on the desk as he sprung to his feet, “Better than you who has no thoughts of his own other than following his Alpha around like a lost puppy.” “You’re a rat and I'm a wolf, that's why we work in different ways.” Laycon shot back and Black’s eyes flashed with rage as he sprung forward.