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I kept my lie strong, i could not let him see the earthquake inside me. “I am no monster,” he scoffed. “I am just a man who knows how to keep what is his. I am not the devil everyone says I am. I am just good at business. If you think I am a monster, you can leave but you will not. You are enjoying the danger and the power. That is why you are still here.” He was wrong. I was here because I needed to know the truth and the truth was getting farther from him. The real killer was still out there, I was sleeping with the enemy of my supposed enemy.

Greying hair was cut short on either side of his head and his face was handsome. I hadn’t realised he was handsome before and he didn’t look as old as I was told. There had only been one photo I had seen and they didn’t really look like the same person. Only I knew they were. This was Elio. Crime boss, murderer, future husband if my stupid brother got his way. One deep breath , and then another and my finger curled around the trigger. I was going to kill the man in the hotel room across from me, and when I was done I was going to fucking kill my brother for putting me in this situation to begin with.

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.

Heather "Oh, no. That's not good." Brynn stares at the bodies in Professor Khalek's kitchen, looking like she's about to throw up. Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down. "You think?" I push open another door and find another body. It's another Silver Hunter. "Poor Professor Khalek." Gregory bends at her side. "She was such a great teacher." I look out a window and frown. Okay, so this is a setback, but we can deal with it.

Katrina was waiting impatiently for him to speak. "You saw it right... Aurora is the killer... She has killed many people" He got up and poured a glass of water for himself. Katrina shook her head in disbelief. "But why and how? It's so unrealistic and___" Her eyes fell on the book which Aurora is trying to read. "This book!.." She quickly grabbed it,.

"Evan, contents here. Read this line. About high profile names like yours." Evan scanned. "Yeah. Protected some. Kade, ask. Why Miller hide from us?" "Scared," I said. "Evan, your name saved today. Use more?" "Use careful," Evan answered. "Kade, bank cameras. Hope no flags." "No flags," I said. "Evan, we did it. Box open. Secrets ours." We kept talking fast, sorting papers while driving. Evan questioned clues. I explained burner path. Back and forth on risks, Viktor, next steps. The find burned hot in my pocket, conversation keeping pace sharp as we rolled away from the bank, one step ahead for now.

“I went straight to the rival guys. Got over fifty g’s per kid but I would’ve fucking executed them for free. Once that was done though, there was no way I could stop. That group, the Polanski’s, they’re a big fucking crime family around here. You can’t just off six of their guys and expect to walk away without a consequence. I needed some sort of protection. I met Booker pretty soon after that. He set me up with some connections, helped me do it ‘freelance’. He gets me jobs, people who have done fucked up, disgusting things, and in return, he makes sure I’m untouchable.” “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I didn’t think it would change anything,” he murmured, face now turned to observe hers.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

my dad said, dropping a green dusty book which he pulled from a shelf opposite the room. “Could it be the massacre?” Caine asked, taking the book and blowing off the dust. He opened it and got choked by the dust inside. “No, not the massacre, but what caused the massacre. It’s an old book. Contains years and events that brought the Seekers pack out of their hiding. You can take your time, go through it. Or my daughter could help,” “No, thank you,” Caine and I chorused. We exchanged glances like we weren’t just the people who kissed each other before a large number of persons—-who are now corpses.

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.