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“He left another bomb.” The timer on the device flashed 00:07. A secret bomb counts down as Ava and Nathaniel understand Charles isn’t finished yet. The red light blinked again. “Run!” Nathaniel shouted, grabbing my hand. We stumbled toward the door, lungs burning, hearts racing. My legs barely followed me, but his grip never relaxed. Behind us, the timer kept counting three, two We hit the stairs just as the blast ripped through the room. The sound was thunderous. The shockwave threw us down the steps, his arm locking around

I turned to the camera and said, "Look, this mansion is being burned down, including the garage next to it. Everyone here can bear witness to it. At this very moment, I, Adrienna Stafford, am setting fire to my mansion, right here, without going anywhere else." I then pulled my driver's license from my pocket and held it up to the camera. I wasn't just going to live-stream the arson. I was going to do it while exposing my real name and live location on camera. The fire raged on amidst the shouts, exclamations, and curses directed at me in the livestream. Soon after, sirens pierced the night, and police and firefighters rushed onto the scene. A smirk played on my lips as I calmly offered my w

His numbers are still wrong, but now everyone waits for them anyway, soaked, frightened, and breathing hard. I press my burned hand to the stack control rail. The mark bites. Damian’s hand answers. We open a vent together. A blast of heat knocks three clones off the gallery and almost takes Renn with them. Arlen catches her coat. She snarls at him, then keeps fighting. The cost hits. My palm splits along the burn. Somewhere, Damian makes a sound he fails to hide. The stack rail reads us both. PAIRED AUTHORIZATION ACTIVE. The Director’s voice cuts through the roar.

No one will see my werewolf speed in the dark. “I have a fire extinguisher,” Nicky says through the comms. “Where are you?” I ask as I reach the stage. My heartbeat quickens, fearing she is standing next to the equipment that smokes. A bang echoes through the building, and I squat down in instinct. It came from the same direction as the smoke, and flames flew up at the left back of the stage. “Nicky?” I yell in panic and flash my phone around frantically to catch any sight of her.

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

“You’re still going to fall for her lies? She’s threatening to kill herself because she knows you care about her. I can bet my entire savings that she’d never jump!” As I watched their complicated expressions, I smiled. “Final countdown: three, two, one…” I spread my arms and fell back without hesitation. The howling wind filled my ears, along with hysterical screams. “No!!!”

The flame reflected in my eyes, but they remained twin pools of unfeeling ice. "Caleb, the moment you gave up on me and our pup, I died once already," I whispered. The next second, I threw the match at the curtains. Fire roared instantly, engulfing the entire room. I turned, pushed open the side door, and followed the old passage I had scouted to the basement. Behind me, chaos erupted as shouts of panic echoed through the halls. "Fire!" "Come quickly! Luna Selina's room is on fire!" I pressed myself against the icy wall, moving forward step by step until I pushed open the small rusty door.

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

"You're wasting your time being a crime boss. Clearly, being an adult film actress suits you better." The screen showed footage of Tara straddling Brandon, moaning without restraint. Her face turned paler with every sound she made in that video. "Honey, I…" "Don't say another word. The more you talk, the more disgusted I feel. Sign the papers and let's go our separate ways." She shook her head resolutely, her voice brooking no argument. "I'm not signing them!"

I muttered. As if summoned by the devil himself, my phone buzzed on the table. A message from Karissah. With a headline screenshot attached. Happy Anniversary to the Vasquez-Von Adlers Power couple celebrates private milestone with intimate family portraits The photo showed Damien, Vivienne, and Theo dressed in matching neutrals, posed in front of a blooming garden like they were the Kennedy reboot. Adrian snatched the phone before I could. “Oh, for the love of—this?” he scoffed. “This was staged. I’ve seen mannequins with more emotional connection.”