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A notorious Gangster and Mafia who attends Crimson high with his Friends. " Hey bitch watch were you are going " Big Andrew cursed not glaring at Jace face, Jace turned back and now Andrew clearly frown on seeing Jace face, He remembered the time his girlfriend broke up with him just because of Jace and he decided to revenge.

Reece sat up straighter, Maren’s lips pressed into a thin line even Alan leaned forward, watching intently. “Pick up." Jace urged, nodding at his phone. For a split second, Reece's eyes flicked toward us then he rose, turned, and walked out of the room without a word. The door clicked shut behind him and the silence that followed was deafening. Maren exhaled sharply. “So that’s it? We are going to just… walk into the lion’s mouth without a plan, huh?” She groaned. Snapping my fingers and with my eyes glinting with excitement, I said, “Stock buy back."

If he was successful, maybe, just maybe, they would let her go, and the two of them could live out their final days here in peace. Deep down, he knew it was a lost cause. His family’s mortality was at stake, after all. They would, he knew, go after Scarlet with everything they had. After tonight, after his deadline was up, they would hunt her down and kill her. So as a contingency plan, Sage gathered everything important from his room. He had a feeling that, after today, he would never be back here again. And that was okay with him. He would miss his family, after all this time, but he knew there wasn’t much time left to live anyway, and he wanted to spend his final weeks how he wanted to sp

“Wanna die?“ Jace asked, voice sharp enough to cut through steel. Silence for a beat, followed by the sound of the door opening. Jace stepped inside with a food tray in one hand and a dagger in the other. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed the tray on the table and hid the dagger away in his robe. He walked towards me and pulled me into an embrace. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest. “It's fine, my baby girl,” he whispered into my hair. After what seems like eternity, we pulled back. I grabbed his hands, my desperation evident. “Jace, please help me. I really don't want to marry Ronan anymore. Please….“ “I know, Mei,” he whispered. “I'm working on somet

Jace crumpled, a broken heap, barely conscious, blood pooling under his face. Adrian stepped back, knuckles raw, blood, Jace’s, maybe his own dripping onto the floor. He was panting, face still twisted with rage, but the fire in his eyes dimmed as he looked at me, then back at Jace. Jace groaned, one hand clawing at the carpet, dragging himself toward the door. His breath was shallow, ragged, blood smearing a trail behind him. He made it to the hallway, crawling, one arm limp, and disappeared around the corner, leaving a streak of red on the linoleum.

His eyes found mine right away, like he knew I was there the whole time. “Oh, Kale,” he said, as he stood up from his chair. "You’re here.” He walked over to me and gave me that handshake that guys do... firm and quick, followed by that side-hug thing that’s supposed to be casual and normal. Except it wasn’t normal to me. If he knew what I was thinking right now, security would throw me out in two seconds. “This is Kale,” Jace said, turning a little so the room could hear him. “He’s a contestant from CGT. He’s good. Make him feel welcome.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” “I’m worried that you must be sad. About Mina. That’s why I came.” “Oh.” He finally looked up, and something flickered in his expression—something I couldn’t quite read. “Why would I be sad about Mina?” “Because she was your girlfriend. Because she’s gone. Because—” “She was never my girlfriend,” Jace interrupted. He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk until he was standing directly in front of me. “Mina was never my woman, Celeste. Not really.”

" Flora frowned, not quite understanding, but she didn't push him further. Not yet. The weight in his voice--the exhaustion, the despair--it was just all so painfully familiar. She had seen him carry that for so long. "Adrian…" she began, but her words trailed off as a pained grunt cut through the air. She turned to see Jace stumbling forward, his hand pressed to the side of his ribs, blood seeping through his fingers. He was breathing heavily, but there was a wry smile on his face. "We need to disappear for a while," Jace muttered, voice hoarse, before he coughed. "Regroup." Alice, who had been standing a few paces behind him, nodded in agreement. "Kade's men won't just let this go. They'll

“Calderon?” “Just Calderon.” “Well, then, Calderon or whoever you are. May the best man win?” Jace smirked and raised his hand for a friendly handshake, which Calderon immediately accepted with a stern stare at the conceited stranger named Jace. How and where did Macey even get this guy? He looked untrustworthy, someone troublesome and carefree. Calderon felt an urge to just punch the man right in the face, tell him he should leave Macey alone, and shoo him away, but he maintained his composure.

He hasn't even marked me yet. “The jerk rejected me.” “I know, but that doesn't mean we won't feel the pain. What if we don't find another mate again after he dies?” Rafe isn't a monster. I was sure he wouldn't kill Jace. Perhaps, he would only warn him to stay away from me. Jace isn't a nobody, he owns the largest conglomerate in the Silverclaw pack and also has connection with the mafia. “Jace Hogan came from the family of Mafias,”