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If I wasn’t as drunk as a skunk I could use myself to be her blanket. “We work together and we don’t keep any more secrets,” she tells me eagerly. “We don’t allow your mother to break us. I can’t fight her alone, Aiden, I need your help. We can save the rest of those women and eradicate your mother’s influence from your pack. Just give me the word and I’ll mind link with Raul and tell him what they need to do.” What. The. Actual. Fuck. Wrath surged beneath the surface, pushing its way out in a red-hot firestorm. Bria doesn’t care about me. She’s still talking to Raul, despite all of the pretty promises and sweet words she just fed me.

“Your calls were enough. They kept me steady.” “Any news… about your sister?” Brian suddenly asked. Briella’s expression hardened. “She’s not my sister. I don’t care what blood runs in our veins. Rissa wants me dead. What kind of sister would do that?” He nodded, his jaw tight. “Then I won’t call her that again.” Briella’s gaze softened briefly, but her words were sharp. “She’s still out there breathing. Probably hiding in some far-off country, waiting for the perfect chance. But the second she shows her face, she’s finished, she'll be caught.”

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the target snarled, pushing the gun harder on Midnights head that would surely leave a bruise "Now...now it's bad to swear sister." amused by her own teasing, the nun grab her arm and hoisted the criminal up, a hiss of pain shortly followed but she simply brushed off the kids' pain. Tossing Midnight inside like a sack of potatoes, while she locks the door behind her sealing the brat's fate.

“Yes, Mommy. We... We... s-topped at an open store. She... told me n-not... to go far from her.” “Yet you still kept your distance?” Nathalie asked with a playful, speculative tone. Brianna nodded slowly with a smile on her lips. “I k-know what... I d-did was... w-wrong. I saw my f-favorite cartoon... roaming the mall...” Brianna was referring to a mascot. “I f-followed that, I... I don’t know where Esther is. T-Then, y-you passed in front of me, I h-heard... you were g-going to... To buy ice-cream...” she continued her first encounter with Nathalie.

Brianna said with a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Zoriana didn’t flinch, but her mind was racing. “Most likely, this is bait. She wants me to speak ill of Karel so she can report me, or she’s here to see what information I’ve gathered against him,” she thought. “What brings you here, Beta Brianna?” The woman exhaled sharply. “I’ve changed my mind—I want a drink. Something strong. Bourbon.” She paused, her gaze narrowing. “I am here because I believe the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and quite simply... I had no one else to turn to.”

Bron Miriam's clinic smells like antiseptic and old paper, and the second she locks the door behind the three of us, I understand this is a conversation she's been dreading for longer than one night. Wren sits on the edge of an exam table, arms wrapped around herself, staring at Miriam like she's waiting for the floor to open up. Briar's back at staff housing with Ronan standing guard outside her door, patched up and furious and refusing to let anyone talk her out of hearing this secondhand later. I don't blame her. I'd want to be here too.

She threw the cigarette on the ground and glanced at me again. “Oh, Briana. Do you even know what you're planning? The world you want to step into isn't the same as the ordinary world. If you want to avenge her by marrying Theodore Williams, you would have to totally step in and turn your back to your world…”she smirked in front of me. “Because once you step into the Mafia world, there's no turning back, Briana.” She slapped it so hard in my face. Freya emphasized it to me, making it apparent for me. I crumpled my hands. Am I willing to embrace the world I couldn't embrace for Bria?

Neither of which interested her. It was finally setting in that she had her first murder case in years, and the first on which she was the lead. She called to mind everything that she'd learned about handling a case like this, but there was one blaring difference. Briar Reef is astronomically different from New York. She couldn't see handling the local residents of the small town she now called home the same way she'd done with the denizens of one of the largest cities in the country. As much as she hated the idea, she knew she'd have to handle everyone with kid gloves.

This woman drove her wild with the most subtle of mundane gestures. Bri clenched her fists, fighting the urge to touch and possess her. Was this healthy? she wondered... A new thought hit her—maybe this obsession had everything to do with their past and the trauma Zara had put her through. The wise thing to do would be to stay away from her. Yet Bri hardly entertained the thought. Instead, she spun reasons to get what she wanted. And a good way that came to mind was to win over Zara—make her comply, make her come undone beneath her touch—just to kick her to the curb after.