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James directly started his car engine as soon as he hung up the call. Meantime, James returned to his mansion and headed straight for the basement to see Oliver. "How are you?" James asked as soon as he walked into Oliver's room. Oliver is seen reading a book to kill boredom. He straightened his half-lying body and closed the book. "What do you want!" Oliver retorted. James smirked, then took a chair to sit across from him. "I want to talk." Oliver snorted sinisterly and chuckled. Then he put on an arrogant stance—one day, J. Belgenza will surely ask for his help.

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

The heaviness in the air was palpable. From the distant confines of his bedroom, Oliver's voice echoed through the quiet house giving a command to James. "James, bring me a cup of coffee immediately," Oliver instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. My heart sank as I heard those words. I anxiously hoped and prayed the moon goddess and my lucky star that it wasn't me he was asking to be served this time. James hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, his face filled with concern. "Miss," he gasped breathlessly as he approached me, "Mr. Oliver wants you to serve him his coffee in his room." The urgency in his voice mirrored the tension that hung in the air.

I say trying to save the situation. “That’s even more telling about my man over here than anything you’ll ever say.” Jameson says and I quit. I’m not helping; I’m hurting the situation even more. “I never cared before, why should I care now?” Oliver says deflated. “Because it’s not cool.” Jameson says offended that Oliver asked him that. “This girl is doing too much and she’s doing it in your name. You have to care. She’s terrorizing other people in your name.” Jameson says moving into Oliver’s face making him uncomfortable.

" she asked, her voice stuck in her throat. Emily's Mom smiled faintly, "Olivia asked James to torture me so she could send a picture of me to Mr Specter, but James he, oh my God he is a good boy, he fought with Olivia only to make sure that she didn't hurt me, so he gave this idea..." she wiped the wound on her face,. "it's just a make up, they didn't hurt me..." Emily looked up at Gabriel who shrugged off, I know James won't hurt anyone, but I didn't know that he was here with Olivia," said Gabriel earnestly.

I guess she wanted to use the bathroom. I sat on the couch and looked at my brother. "Why do you want me here, James?" I asked him on a serious note because I felt like I was intruding. Olivia hadn't said a word to me. He sighed and looked at me. "I wanted to discuss Olivia with you," he said, and I frowned. "I do not know how the war will go, but if anything happens to me, I want you to be her mate," he said, and I exclaimed. Was he out of his mind?

Warrick reveals. “What?” “It’s true. I had a plan. And it involved James killing Ezra. He did well, I think.” “How? And why did James kill those three pack members?” “To protect you.” Oliver smiles. “See, before I took you that day, I might’ve told James that these three particular people were planning to assassinate you. But since I was leaving, I had no way to protect you. I gave him a...suggestion. The man was so out of touch with reality that he didn’t notice you were gone from the pack and still kept plotting his killings, all in the name of protecting you. I also spoke to him about his mate and how she was killed. How I couldn’t stop it, but told him every single detail and made sure h

Oliver jumps off the bunk straight into her arms, and she catches him with a surprised “oof.” “You’re really going to travel?” he asks, straightforward as always. Mom sits down on my bed, Oliver still on her lap, and Dad joins us. “I am,” she confirms. “But only for two weeks. And you’ll be able to call me every day.” “What about James?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. I see Mom and Dad exchange a glance. “James is my agent,” Mom says carefully. “He helps with the professional side of the book.”

“Yeah, it’s sad that she uses her gift in such a selfish way. I’m just glad I don’t drink. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop.” “More of a man than me, I’d say.” Oliver’s face lit up with a sudden idea. He reached out his hand to James. “Let’s start over, shall we? Oliver Burton of London.” James chuckled softly. “James Olympia of . . . Albuquerque, New Mexico.” “I see the possibility of a good friendship in our future.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Me too.”

He asked and I turned to look at James. Several thoughts running through my mind. I was in love with Alex and not with James, I wouldn't be able to spend the rest of my life with Alex if I pick James. "Lisa, answer his question." James ordered sternly as I looked at him. A gunshot interrupted everything and one of his men ran to us. "Sir, Oliver has betrayed us, he's killing our men now. He brought some men with him." He said and James followed him without a second thought.