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As a fact given, she looks more terrifying than those who ask for her head. “We will give you a new assignment, Greg.” It was a voice of a man, the same colleagues, who often summon him for Job. “I know you needed some money.” Greg pulled the Marlboro from his mouth. He look at him and blow some smoke, but he couldn’t see much closer, except for his silhouette and his callous hands that were placed on the table. He looks taller, bulkier, other than that, everything about him was concealed by the shadows that hid his identity entirely. He knew what job he was talking about. He’s been there. For more than years, he spends his youth taking people’s life, murdering some all for money. Like what

Gregory hissed, “She’s only ever on her side. I learned that the hard way.” Silence thickened. Gregory leaned back, staring past Rico. He thought of Cassie’s smile, sly and knowing, and bile rose in his throat. He hated her. He hated himself more for trusting her. Rico broke the silence, his tone sharper now. “So, what’s the plan, Greg? You want a distraction, I can find men. But they’re not free. And you don’t exactly have pockets full of gold anymore.” Gregory smirked, a broken kind of humor slipping out. “I’ve still got blood to spill. Isn’t that the only currency that counts in this city?”

They were not going to do that again. Greg took a deep breath before he said, “Because...when I found out that you...succumbed to the same poison, my Queen, I wanted nothing more than to capture, torture and kill the person who was behind it. In my mind, the ones behind such an inhumane crime shouldn’t be given a chance to escape or to live.” Lucianne internalized his frank response before she asked, “So, you regret what you did?” Greg scoffed and said, “Regret seems a little too noble, my Queen. I’d say that I’m merely offering someone the chance that I didn’t get myself.”

My orders to him were simple. “Gregor Mance bragged about how he had committed so many murders without being convicted. I want you to find out every murder he has been involved with and find evidence that he was involved in it,” I ordered Kelvin. When he called me this morning, he didn't have great news for me. “Getting our hands on evidence will be hard,” Kelvin explained. “I managed to find out that Gregor was a suspect in four murders. Two of those cases remain unsolved by the police due to lack of evidence. As for the remaining two, someone might have taken the fall for Gregor.”

“I’m supposed to kill him after he didn’t tell me about the drugs even after bribing him by taking him to his dream destination. But he’s so sexy and good at bed, so how could I kill him?” The green-haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing that she never answered Knives’s call. Wishing that she just stayed there in her car near Olivia’s condominium with her. Wishing that she never entered the world of crime if she would just end up listening to her rival talk about how sexy the head scientist of her drug supply operation was. “Are you even for real right now?” Dakota asked, exhaustion already evident in her voice as she closed her eyes. “Yeah. I hate how you never told me that he

I replied to my informant before ending the call. Greg Ravenscroft was a cruel and arrogant man who heartlessly mistreated Rei, his devoted and affectionate wife, just four years into their marriage. His attraction to a wealthy and influential woman with more resources than his family was completely anticipated. Greg saw an opportunity to ascend the social hierarchy and access even greater wealth than he already possessed. I saw an opportunity to remove him from the equation. Greg Ravenscroft and his family were wealthy, but their behavior was despicable. It had been for years. No one missed their presence when they were suddenly gone.

But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

These words sounded like a very ordinary greeting, but it was particularly harsh to Greg. Greg did not expect Rowan to kidnap Ophelia and Autumn, but he could not rule Rowan out as a suspect, so he could only ask, “Did you take them away?” Rowan, who was on the other end of the line, was silent for a moment, and his tone was full of self-deprecation as he sneered, “Are you so sure that I did it? Am I really such a despicable and shameless person in your eyes?” Rowan seemed to hate Greg for suspecting him. However, he did not deny Greg’s suspicion of him, and he did not feel bewildered or confused about what Greg was talking about, which instantly revealed that he was indeed the culprit.

"What are you doing with him? I want a clear answer, Greg. Right now. What are you doing with Cillian Vane?" Greg sighed, rubbing his temples. He looked older than he had a week ago, the stress of the St. Claire-Thorne-Vane war etching deep lines into his forehead. "Well, we have... something personal to discuss, Valerie. It’s complicated." "Personal?" I scoffed, the word tasting like ash. "You've been bought over, haven't you? He has bought you all over, just like he bought the mechanic, just like he’s trying to buy the police. What did he ask you to say? Stop the case? Withdraw the suit? Have you forgotten that I have enough on you to end your career ten times over? Do you want us all to b

After dumping Lyworth with her goons at the police station, Greg made his way to the mortuary to meet up with his cousins and cousin-in-law. ### Xandar looked at Greg’s fresh victims for a moment before he muttered, “Was this really necessary, Greg?” Greg shot him a glare. “You told me to end them. And I was granted full discretion on how to end them.” “I know that. What I meant was…did you have to bring back the bodies?” Lucianne was studying the triplets with interest. Christian didn’t think there was much to see seeing that they were just…grey. Greg continued to argue with Xandar, “This. Is. Evidence. Evidence that we’ve done what we were assigned to do, cousin. I’ll have you know, in the