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“The one that sells out in minutes? The one with the crazy fighters and the insane prizes? That one.” My jaw dropped open. “Ev. Are. You. Crazy?!” She waved me off. “Probably. But that’s not the point.” “It is the point!” I whisper-yelled. “In what universe do you think now is the best time to attend one of these events that clearly involves shady people.” Ev bit into a juicy sausage, savouring the taste before retorting. “In the exact same universe where we’re suffocating under house arrest.” I sputtered. “W-we are NOT house arrest-”

I groaned “ Sorry boss, they were arguing how much it would hurt if I fell off the roof.” Noah whines “ I don’t care what you three was arguing about, we need to go!” I commanded They all race to the car. Bless the goddess these boys don’t act like this when we get there. Briella POV Laying down on the ground training has killed me. Literally I can’t feel any of my body parts. “ oh this sucks!” Savannah groans

I asked with a high-pitched voice seeing the trailer of the particular movie Brake wants us to see. “Yes…” he nodded as he bought the popcorn and soft drinks. He was grinning maliciously looking at the movie, it’s never my thing to watch horror movies because they are scary and creepy but Brake said he prefers that, and I just nodded to him, creating the scene of a female clingy to their partner when the terror of the movie hit them, it wouldn’t be all bad if I jump on Brake all in the name of being scared even though I am not scared. ‘Such a pervert for a human,'

My legs are moving before my brain catches up, carrying me through the parking garage and toward the terminal like they have a mind of their own. But instead of heading for the departure boards or ticket counters, something pulls me toward the viewing patio. Call it instinct. Call it the same sixth sense that's kept me alive through fifteen years in the Bratva. Call it desperation so complete it's turned into something else entirely. The viewing patio is nearly empty— just a few families with children pressed against the windows, watching planes with wide eyes. The sight of their innocent excitement makes something twist in my gut. This should be me and Slava someday, watching planes togethe

Trixie replied guiltily. "Why did you do it? Lying to Micheal that he's Corey, and making him poison my brother!" Maya faced her angrily, and Trixie's eyes widened. "Poison? No that wasn't my intention I swear! I just... "I've always treated you like my sister , Trixie. Remember you're not an Orlov, and you're not a Smirnov either. You don't belong here and I dunno why Erik took you in, but you might wanna watch what you do concerning my brother. I play with knives and fire all day, but I don't play with Madden!!" Maya yelled, and Trixie flinched.

But, every word, every action, and every gesture affects Daniel a lot. After finishing a tiring day at work, my mother and I were sitting on the bed massaging each other. “Just now was the first time I saw Master Daniel.” “…” “The owner looks like Mr. James, his face is handsome.” “…” “But his appearance just now looks like something happened. Mom thought it was a problem with the food, but unexpectedly he said it was nothing. Do you think it's because mom's cooking doesn't suit his taste?" “…” “Vivian, did you hear me?”

I don’t know what has happened to them, or why this happened to them but I do know that their extremely far gone; probably beyond saving by now. The two of them have killed more people than I can count. The cops want them more than anyone else in the entire state. They’re wanted fugitives for all of their terrible transgressions. But the only problem is...I'm the only one who knows what they looks like. ______________________________ Warning. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book contains violence and some graphic scenes •sexual content •brutal behavior

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”