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he explains further, oh he kind of answered my question before I asked it, but I had many more. "What does Charlie do?" I ask, I mean he seems like the main boss and that's what all the stories say about him. "He's the boss, he tells us what we're gonna do, is in charge of the money and stuff and keeps people in check," he tells me, he turns picking a pile of papers up, so myself and the stories were right! "before you ask so many other questions, Tom is the weapons guy, Richard is the getaway guy, Luke is the diversion guy, Jack can keep a crowd in order in a hostage situation while Morgan, is the computer nerd" he finishes, that actually matches their personality quite well, I was about to

I take a deep breath, savoring the oxygen, and then relax. "She's healthy, Mr. Morris. I want her to stay here for ten minutes with the oxygen. You don't have to worry. She didn't inhale smoke for a long time, so she's more than okay, Mr. Morris." Thomas grunts in agreement as he takes a seat beside me. His hand moves up my back and settles on my left shoulder. Dale, squatting on the pavement, offers his assistance. He pats my knee and assures me he can help with anything I need, whether it's cleaning, restoring, or anything else.

I reply. “Oh, that sucks.” Nancy says. “It’s part of being a future Alpha, so I understand.” Taylor says. “Yeah, that’s true.” I say and sigh. I miss him so much. “Shots anyone.” My brother says this and wiggles his eyebrows. “Yes.” We all say it in unison.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

Her face was red, and she started talking carelessly. “You know what, babe? Luke approached me earlier,” Charlie mumbled. “He said he’d be more successful than you. He thinks he’s got the right connections. Ha!” With her arms up, Charlie leaned closer to Taylor and declared, “Don’t worry, Babe. I, Charlie Rae King, will lead you to the top of the A-game! I can even buy you a basketball team—no, scratch that. I’ll create a basketball association in your name!” The team laughed, including their girlfriends. Taylor sighed, urging Charlie up and supporting her with one arm. He said to his friends, “Looks like my girlfriend lied about her liquor tolerance, guys. I’m taking her home. Enjoy the res

She rolled her eyes. “Everything you want, or everything you need?” She looked at me, and it brought into question my entire view of it. “Perhaps. What is there to need?” “Tell me about yourself, Tucker.” I sighed. Where do I begin? Tucker Harris. Brother of Jordan Harris and son of Barry Harris. Heir to a huge pharmaceutical company and riding on the wealth he'd been given his entire life. Father to a husky, Rocky. Founder of a children’s charity foundation. CEO of the Boston Barnacles. I’m a simple man, truly.

"And you think you can keep it a secret every time? Look, we've already been busted this time." Colt was gearing up to lay into the responding villager when a man from the corner brushed off his jacket and stood up. It was Charlie Lach, and Colt recognized him to be quite a character. Charlie was quick-tempered, a known bully around these streets, and a school dropout since the third grade who had been causing trouble ever since. Despite his flaws, people seldom crossed him, mainly because he was built like a tank.

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

He asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're in denial." I scoffed, "I am not in denial." "Whatever." Silence settled for a few minutes before Charlie spoke up. "You know it's Clark who's the mole...right?" I nodded. Wait he can't see me...this is why I prefer talking in person. I always do that. "I do. Let me guess you're in Tennessee?" "Yeah. The guy who took us, his name is Nick. Nick Everson."