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he chuckled, still slightly groggy. "Are you calling to tell me you're booking tickets back to Brazil?" "Mateus, listen to me. I need your help. I'm in L.A., but I can't use my own phone or contact my team. I need you to do two things, and you can't tell anyone I called." His voice sobered instantly, sensing the profound shift in my tone. "I'm awake. Tell me." "First, I need you to run a search for a major, deep-pocket financial operative named Maxim Kovacs. Any public records linking him to shipping, logistics, or Eastern European capital. Do not use a Sterling terminal."

“Oh, the usual, oil–natural gas. I’m Max, by the way.” “Leanna.” Liora nodded, not missing a beat. She could smell the aggression coming off of Nik, Lucien, and Xander in waves. Mentally, she held them by the scruff while she spoke casually with Max. His eyes were a warm friendly shade of brown, completely oblivious that he was quite close to being ripped to shreds. “Nice to meet you.” Max smiled. “I’m terribly sorry about the noise. We can’t quite help that right now, but not to worry, We’ll be out of your hair in a week or two.”

Anastasia replied. "I am a thug and I have contacts. You can trust me, I will contact my contacts. I'll borrow your cell phone again." "Just use it. If necessary, use it for all your needs, Max," Anastasia said. Maximilian nodded and got up from his chair to call his assistant. Meanwhile, Anastasia bit her lower lip, hoping that he could help her. ***

I mumbled out words, chiding myself for not picking somewhere else aside from where the lovebirds would be at. I also didn't need to ask how he had known because he must have heard Josh speaking with Lina, talk about the Alpha power. "You know it is the truth. I had thought they wouldn't be here, but how about we come back later? Or do we shop online? There should be a website for that, right?" Max asked the sales representative, who nodded before handing him a card. "Thank you for that; you will surely get our orders before today." We stormed away from the shop, where I was already fuming. It wasn't like Max was at fault here, but I needed someone to bear the rage in me, and he seemed like

Max took a reroute going back to Claire’s place. “I need to go somewhere, I might get there late so please take care of Claire for awhile,” he lied. He stepped on the gas to accelerate more. “Listen, I need you to do something for me, will you get Hoon on?” Rustles. A thump. And then came Hoon’s voice. “Yes Max?” he said, his voice more stable. “Can you get through the Chief’s phone?” he asked. An idea popped into his mind. “I need to check on something.”

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said Max while showing Wilona his cell phone. Wilona glanced at him a little, then rubed his lips. Max throws his body on the couch while massaging his pulsating temple. "Oh, my God! I can't believe this. You managed to make my account balance worth 0 dollars Wilona Aquinas! Oh my God!" moaned Max who seemed frustrated with the contents of the balance in the bank app on his phone. Wilona puckered her lips. He doesn't feel guilty or should thank Max for helping him. But the woman replied, "It's because of you who are too involved in my business," Wilona replied with a squeal.

As soon as I say that, his phone goes off once more, and Max reluctantly releases my skin from between his teeth, answering the call with clear irritation. "What?" He snaps. "I'm in the middle of something here." He listens for a moment, clearly unimpressed with the response. "Seriously, Kalix?" Max practically hisses. "You want me to interrupt what I'm doing just for laundry?" Max snaps again, but this time, I can't help but smirk at the reason behind Kalix's repeated calls. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" More silence on Max's end as Kalix explains himself, though I can't hear much. "Fine! I'll be down there in a minute," is Max's final response before he hangs up and tucks his phone into

* * * Lake stepped into his apartment just as his phone buzzed. He glanced down. A strange number flashed across the screen. He hesitated... then answered. Video call. “What the hell...” he muttered as Max’s face lit up the screen. “Miss me already?” Max grinned. Lake’s brows pulled together. “How did you get my number?” “You wouldn’t believe what I had to sacrifice for it.” Lake's grip tightened. “Sacrifice? I’m hanging up.” “Wait—why are you still angry about last night?” Lake’s jaw clenched. “Get off my phone.”

There was a crackle of static, then Max’s voice came through; clear and steady. “10-4, Less. We got ears on you. Be safe.” His voice held just enough warmth to remind me I wasn’t alone, but not enough to distract me. I took a slow breath, rolled my shoulders back, and hit record on the landline console. The red light blinked on, steady and silent. Game time. I flip through my phone and find the first number… Alessandro. One Ring. Two Rings and voicemail.