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And I could see it. Something underneath. Something he wasn’t saying. “So,” Kai continued, slipping his hands into his pockets, “you’re settling into Blackthorn?” “I’m trying to,” I replied. “Must be overwhelming,” he said. “New school. New environment… new title.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “I didn’t realize ‘girlfriend’ was a title.” “At Blackthorn?” he said. “Everything is.” Damon huffed a quiet laugh. “Ignore him.” “I’m not saying anything wrong,” Kai said easily. “Just helping her adjust.”

He was not do stupid yo go against his boss. "Oh, and one more thing," Black added, a smirk forming on his lips. "You can call our men back. Ivan made some effort. I'll give him one more day to make things right," he declared, a note of finality in his voice. The assistant left the room to relay the orders to their men, leaving Black alone with his thoughts. He took out his phone, his fingers slowly dialing a familiar number. As the line connected, Black's voice became a cold whisper, devoid of any emotion.

They would bring the entire family the next day to confront the Baker family and give them a taste of their own medicine. I cried so hard that I lost my voice. When I got back to my apartment in the city, I could finally relax my tensed-up body and mind. The moment my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.

“Stay behind me, Lila.” As the customers ran away, Blackthorn s dark laughter echoed through the night. “Hyperion. Always the hero, always so predictable,” he taunted, stepping forward with confidence. Shadows writhed around him, creating into tendrils that flickered in the light. “You should have stayed out of my way.” “Enough games” Alex growled, his voice low and threatening. “Let the people go. This isn’t your fight.” “On the contrary,” Blackthorn smirked. “It’s always been my fight. And tonight, I’m taking something that is important to you”

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Distractingly so. "You usually work the late shift alone?" I asked. My voice was a deep sound in the quiet room. He didn't answer. He just squeezed the mop handle harder, his shoulders hunched up to his ears. I pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, the denim rough against my wet skin. I didn't bother with a shirt yet, leaving my chest and the knuckle tattoos on my hands exposed. I stepped closer, my bare feet silent on the rubber matting. "Hey. I’m talking to you," I said, my tone softening just a bit. "Why are you the only one on duty? Briarwood usually has a full crew for the athletic wing."

He shouted, “Halt… leave her right now.” The two men stopped and turned around to look at him. Lisa turned her head and shouted, “Mr. Black… save me.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Lisa…” He rushed towards them but three more men came out of nowhere and blocked his way. Carl Black stopped on the track. His sharp gaze roved on them perceiving their every movement. Suddenly, the three men charged on him, and he dodged, kicking and punching swiftly at them. He fought for a while with them, but one of them kicked him from his back, and he fell on his face to the ground. His glasses flew a few inches away from him.

A second later, it gave out its black smoke. Ibekwe dropped the pot on the ground and rubbed his eyes. Everywhere was quiet now. The children had stopped singing and dancing and the birds seemed to have gotten what they desired from their ruthless efforts on top of the tree. The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone.

He says in the midst of the rain shatter; "Good night, peanut!" I swear, my heart just bailed on me; "Good night, Cameron Black!"

After he leaves, Chloe sits in the dark penthouse staring at the city lights, somewhere out there, Victoria is planning her next move. Her phone buzzes, text from an unknown number: “enjoy the view from the penthouse,Lucas's bed is probably more comfortable than Chris's, you do have a type….men who will eventually disappoint you, sweet dreams - V Chloe forwards it to Lucas and her father,then she walks to the guest room and lies on the bed fully clothed. She doesn't sleep, she plans. Victoria wants a war? She'll get one. At midnight, Lucas knocks on her door, "you're awake"