Novel & Cerita Brick X Buttercup

Wedding RSVPs. ‎ ‎Useless. Trash. ‎ ‎I opened the bottom drawer. It was deeper, reinforced. ‎ ‎Inside, there was a single, thick black binder. No label. Just a red stamp on the cover: CLEARANCE LEVEL 5. ‎ ‎I pulled it out and flipped it open on the desk. ‎ ‎The first page made my blood freeze. ‎ ‎PROJECT SILVER. ‎ ‎I sat down in Magnus’s leather chair, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me. I turned the page.

I won't leave until we have a deal he told me,walking over to the table where Robert is and taking a sit opposite to him"Excuse me miss,do you have cheesecake?" Chloe points"Yes we do"she responded immediately"I will bring you over two slices um will you like anything?"she directed her question to Robert. "Please hot coffee,regular cream and extra sugar" I wanted to tell Chloe not to get them anything but they had become paying customers so i can't,I felt like i was the only one acting otherwise to the situation so I went behind the counter to get their pastries. "What's going on?"Chloe whispered to me as I was close enough.

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

Boring on the surface I flip through the stack and find something wedged behind a file,an invitation. It’s not to a fundraiser. It’s to La Rue Noire,an exclusive underground auction. I’ve been once. Years ago. They don’t sell paintings. They sell people. Secrets. Weapons. Lives. And Leon has a front row seat. Bastard. I scan the date. It’s tomorrow. I snap a photo of the invitation and slip everything back the way I found it. As I close the drawer, I hear something,soft. A floorboard creaking upstairs.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

A sign the discussion was over and also that he wasn't joking when he said I was getting married to Alpha Axton. He bent to my level when he reached where I sat shedding tears which I knew better than anyone was useless. He held me on both sides of my arms. “You had better not think of doing anything funny. Sacrifice yourself for the sake of your sister, Alpha Axton is a dangerous and crazy man who kills anyone and anything that gets in his way, but…” He let go of my arm and held my chin forcing my head up to look at him. “He would never hurt his woman.”

I gritted my teeth, annoyed that she'd try that line again with me. "Can't, or won't?" I growled as I reached for her. Snagging her upper arm, I forced her to face me again. As she spun, she crashed into me. Her hands rose up, planted on my chest. Her breasts smashed between us as I gathered her in a tight hug. With the lift of her sudden inhale, surprise clear in her bright eyes, she parted her lips.

It still doesn't make it right, but I currently wonder to myself if I'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should. The door squeaks open, yanking me out of the frightening haze. When I turn to see who it is that has decided to disturb my quiet depression, Brixton is standing there with dark eyes filled with pools of rage, which astounds me beyond belief. His gaze grows threatening and possessive, sending a chill down my spine and causing me to shiver. I take a deep breath and slowly swallow as he gets closer, hands in pockets, and a gun visibly tucked into his waistband. The sun is shining today, and the rays bounce off of him, highlighting the stunning features that make up his physique.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Braxton's eyes kept flickering between his normal green, and that of his wolf, which was amber. Blackberries and cinnamon, please tell me that is not your mate's scent! I ask and silently pray that it is not his mate's scent. The atmosphere becomes less hostile, and I can see that the Alpha is calming down. No, that is not my mate's scent! I blew out a shaky breath and looked around as we sat. I see that Heath looks nervous and confused. I will talk to him later about what happened. I looked at the table and saw a small black woman's wallet with a red rose embroidered on the front. It must belong to whoever was here before us.