Create A Distraction Part 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Ok. A few more blocks and hang a left. That's the main road to the packhouse. " "Units 2, 3, 4. Break away and get into position." I say. I slow down and stop. "Are we ready?" Bobby answers. "We need a distraction while the units get in place." I look over my shoulder and flip on my Bluetooth speaker on my bike. "I am the distraction." I shoot them a menacing smirk and hit play on my Spotify. I crank the volume as the rift of Metallica's 'Enter Sandman' starts to ring through the empty streets.

Maybe I should have sat with my shitty feelings and worked through them, but I always want something to distract me. This is why I need a distraction now. I'm already stuck in my head, overthinking everything , and it is driving me nuts. I hear a phone beep and reach for it on the bedside table. A text from Lily. I shouldn't look, but I can't help it. Lily - What made you leave me? Are you home? Should I come over? My eyes squeeze shut. A distraction. Lily could fill the void, but no. Fuck that. I type and hit send.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

I raised my head to peep over the boulder, noticing that there were a couple of men that were hanging around, they looked like Ethan's men but I wasn't sure. I spotted the gate to the city and looked back to the distance between me and them. They were many and even though I could fight them all, that would be wasting useful energy that I could use to fight inside. So I created a distraction. I grabbed a piece of rock, quite bigger than my hand, and threw up, over their heads. It met something metallic with a large thunk causing the men to start shouting and murmuring over themselves, some of which I could overhear. 3,2,1….

“Just… my distraction.” Just my distraction.

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Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.

he said. She looked at him more carefully. "You know the routine?" "I watched the showcase on Friday. The transition between the first and second sections has a half-beat delay. You're trying to close it." She was quiet for a moment. "You watched the showcase." "I was there. You were good." He said it without decoration, the way someone stated a fact they had no particular investment in, and then he shifted his folder under his arm. "I'll find somewhere else." "The transition is in the left formation," she said, before she had decided to say it. "The timing is right but the angle of the entry is creating a visual lag. It reads as a delay but it's actually a positioning problem."