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“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

“I’m not scared of death.” “Aren’t you?” I smiled at her coyly. The same kind that made her mad. “Everyone is scared to die, Sofia.” “You’re a bully. You just enjoy toying with me.” “Didn’t you know? It’s my hobby.” I teased her. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth about your background or do I have to force it out of you?” I applied more of my weight into her body, my cock turned harder, balls tight. “I have a lot of ideas for you. They don’t call me a Savage Alpha for nothing.”

"The Savage Group depends on appearing stable, untouchable. If investors start questioning his judgment..." "His personal life is already a disaster," I agreed, pulling up gossip sites on my second screen. "The separation, Aloe's very public escape to you…it's all over social media. His stock price has already dropped three points since yesterday." I scrolled through financial reports, news articles, social media posts. Blake's world moved in patterns, and I'd learned to read them like sheet music. Every piece of information was a note in a larger composition, and right now, Wakes Savage's symphony was hitting some very sour notes.

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"Well ,i've done a lot too! I've even gave you my only daughter ! Do you think that i don't suffer ? " "You... ggrrrrr....ungrateful father! You don't deserve to have a nice child like Lydia! " "Why are we still talking about Lydia ? She got a husband now , i no longer care about her ! Here's the papers , and a pen . Just sign here! " Meanwhile , Larry walked towards Lydia ,with two flutes in hand . He drank one ,and gave the empty flute to a waiter passing by, then he held the full one before Lydia. When she was about to grab it,he drank it ,completely!

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

Ava waved at him before hurrying into the complex completely unaware of the hawk gaze drilling holes in her profile. Ava stepped out of the shower and stepped into her room. Her phone lights up with a notification. She opened it and found a message in the group chat. Daniel and Audrey had sent a picture of passed-out Alice. They had drawn a mustache on her with a marker. In the picture, Daniel was smirking and Audrey was grinning while they both pointed their thumb at Alice. Bryson: Wait until she sees this picture. You both will be dead. Daniel: Who's gonna tell her we did it?

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She held her books protectively, being careful so as not to trip over any stray legs. She wouldn’t put it past all of them to try to trip her. In fact, just as they turned a corner, someone was there, leg out, and she felt herself falling, only she was grabbed before she could. Her book wasn’t so lucky and ended up on the floor. “You okay?” Alfie asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. Perfectly fine.” She felt a little sick. It was the first time she hadn’t gone down. Glancing to her left, she saw Daniel, one of the football guys, standing there, looking a little shocked.

“You’re my fighter and I am not letting you go.” I took a step closer to him, and I watched whatever bravery he’d held onto evaporate like smoke. “You took advantage of me, Bishop. But instead of killing you in the most brutal way possible, I am walking away. One more word from you and I'd change my mind.” I turned to Liam, “Let’s get out of here.” *** ~REIGN’S STORM’S POV I sat on the couch in the Lake House, waiting. On the table before me sat the remaining three doses of Aelvex. I was staring at my very own redemption in a vial.