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I ask and she takes a deep breath on the other side. “Yeah, well, according to Harlow they are together, as in a couple,” Bonnie says, and I stop walking as I walk back into the building. We still have high security implemented and so does Richard at the Ashford media. “I guess he kept that little detail out of the equation for us,” I say, and I can tell Bonnie is not pleased. “I swear if he huts my friend I will castrate him. He will regret ever dipping his dick into the pond,” Bonnie says, and I can’t help but spit my coffee all out.

“This is not a negotiation Shane, I am giving you a choice: to save yourself… and your sisters, or to be wiped from existence entirely, I’ll have them raped to death… how old is the youngest again? She looks barely fourteen.” “My sisters?” I echoed, my brows furrowed in confusion. “They have nothing to do with this!” Cassian’s smirk seemed to grow even colder. “Unfortunately, they do. You see they were taken by my men, as soon as you were dragged from the pack square.” My world seemed to tilt. “What?” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?”

He had come back from Amsterdam early. She put it on speaker. “Hey, big brother.” Victor’s voice was sharp. “Bonnie, where are you? I’m home and you’re not here?” Bonnie’s voice shook. “I’m… shopping with a friend.” "Don't lie to me." He snapped. "I checked your location, Bonnie. What the hell are you doing in that sketchy area? Are you with that slut Claire again?" Those words hurt. I was still a virgin. I was a good girl. But Victor had always seen me as the bad influence.

She wanted them to no longer think of Marcus. Most importantly, Bonnie wanted to let the real Yvonne give up on him. In fact, she should have killed the real Yvonne in Wecester City. However, she could not do that because Bonnie was not too familiar with South City and she had not seen Yvonne's relatives and so on. She had to stalk the real Yvonne. Therefore, after she let the real Yvonne return, and after she secretly observed Yvonne's interaction with her relatives and friends, as well as Marcus, only then did Bonnie feel confident.

“What’s your deal? Is this about Viola?” I pause for a split second. It’s small, but Bonnie picks up on it. She always does. “Not everything is about Vi.” “Yup. Definitely about Vi.” “Bonnie, leave Viola out of it.” She smirks, like she’s got me pinned and knows it. “How about I call and ask her?” “Don’t you dare call Vi.” “Oh, so now you care.” “I said don’t.” Bonnie raises her hands in surrender. “Fine. Then talk to me. What the hell happened?”

Bonnie leaned away as if hearing my unspoken question. Wiping her tears, she went on. “You suddenly vanished five years ago… Olivia, you didn't even say goodbye! I- I was afraid something bad had happened- I almost thought that evil mistress had you kidnapped! Guess what your husband's family told me when I went there to look for you… They told me you died of cancer, those evil people!” Bonnie spoke so rapidly. One moment, she was angry, and the next moment, she'd burst into tears again.

Blinking to her menu, she did what Lauren just had: hid her feelings by focusing on the mundane problem of whether to order sliders or Buffalo wings. “Your phone’s ringing. Go ahead and grab it. I have to use the ladies' room.” Bonnie looked from Lauren walking away to her phone silently lighting up on the bar top. It was a phone number she wasn’t familiar with. Sliding to answer, she heard her voice still shaken as she said, “Bonnie Zane.” “Ms. Zane? We’d like to interview you this Friday. Are you available?” She sat up straighter, her eyes on the T.V. screen. A commercial was playing and the sound was back down, but Bonnie could only see that alley. That was no animal. Animals don’t talk.

The movie was known to be lewd with lots of naked people participating in orgy and the main lead is Tom Cruise. "Are you watching p**n?" Johanna asked and rubbed her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head. "It just happened to be there." He moved closer to her. "So, wanna watch p**n?" "Not interested." She mumbled. "Are you a lesbian?" He suddenly asked. "A tomboy?" She glared at him and pulled the blanket to her chest. "It's none of your business. So, what did you find in the notebook?" "Bonnie had a crush on Louise." He said. "I think she loves her."

"The first time you and I slept together was at 10 p.m. at Tea Cottage ten months ago, on the nth of one particular month. I have two witnesses of this incident; one of them being your sister Luna and the other being one of your drivers who goes by Mr. Williams. "The second time you and I slept together was nine-and-a-half months ago at Starhill Hotel at midnight. At that time, something drastic had happened to your family, and you were confused as to whether you should return to Landry Group to help your family or not. Witnesses of this incident were the housekeepers and the lobby receptionist at Starhill Hotel… "The third time… "The fourth time…" Bonnie recited these events as she scribble

We passed the main hallway, a few surprised glances from passing pack members, and entered the room where I usually spent the least exciting part of my day. "Get out," I said flatly to Chris, who was lounging across the guest couch, chewing on jerky like it was his full-time job. He looked up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, annoying asshole. Lovely to see you and that shiny new cut, Luna Buckley," he added with an exaggerated wink toward Bonnie before sprinting out like I might actually throw something at him. Once the door shut, I turned back to her. "Now what's wrong?" Bonnie placed the takeout containers down on the coffee table and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic," she said, but