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I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

“Explain.” “The name Duke Arlington,” Hargrove said, voice quiet, “doesn’t exist the way it should. The records are… curated.” Lily’s lips parted slightly. “Curated?” Hargrove slid a folder across the table. “He’s Samuel Black.” Lily stared at him. “Samuel Black,” she repeated, letting the name roll through her mind like a spell. “The Blackman Mob,” Hargrove continued. “Runs up and down the coast. Shipping, construction, unions, the usual, but with teeth. He’s the son of the boss.”

The oval face shape, the lean physique, the tall height, the raven black hair color, the cute smile… I didn't know for how long I was knocked out, but when I woke up, I checked the clock and it was way past afternoon. My phone was ringing; it was a call from Ashton. "Hey, Ashton," I greeted. "Oh, phew, you picked up finally. I thought they got you already," Ashton breathed out in relief. "Who got me?" I asked in confusion. "The Blacklists." "Didn't you catch them all except their bosses?" "No, are you kidding? They are a large gang. We only managed to wipe out half of them." "But Elian said—" "He lied so that you didn't worry. Oh, shit, now that I think about it, I just revealed what he didn

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Rebecca asked. Hunter could only shake his head at her disinhibition. Zahn hadn't expected Rebecca to respond, so she kind of felt good getting a response, even though it wasn't such a nice one. “Okay 'miss Rebecca', white people aren't allowed to call black people black.” Zahn wasn't upset, she looked grateful that she now had someone to talk to. “And why you are saying black like it's a bad thing. Being black is like the best thing ever, after Kentucky. Also, I'm not a kidnapper.”

I curled up my body on the couch, wrapping my arms around my leg as I stared up at the man in front of me "I can't be your sugar baby if this is what this is about, I'll pay you back," I watched as his jaw clenched. He cursed, muttering inaudible words underneath his breath before meeting my gaze again. "I do hate giving up something I have found interest in. Which is why I fucking hate my decisions right now, but a lot is at stake and I've gotta do what I have to," He stated and took a deep breath. "And you can call me Black. Drop the old man shit, I'm not that old anyway," He mumbled making me bite down on my lower lip

’ I found no reason not to. ***** KEITHEN ‘What. The. Fuck.’ I glared at the two figures emerging from the Virtus Talent agency building, chatting and laughing. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ ‘Richard Black,’ replied Ambrose. I swung around to my ex-Delta, the fire of anger burning the back of my eyes. ‘Richard who?’ ‘Black.’ He looked at the black van as it drove off. ‘People are calling him the next Rum.’ ‘The next WHAT?’ I glared harder at the black van before it turned around the corner. A dry laughter tumbled out. And then I laughed. ‘Replacing me so soon, huh? GODDAMN IT THESE BLOODY HUMANS!’

Black could protect his own daughter, but my need to guard my mate was in my blood. Mr. Black is a wildlife monitor, but he is also part of our pack in a way. Mr. Black is part of all the packs in the country. I’m pretty sure Evelyn has no clue. I have only heard the stories about why he left, but he did it to protect his family.