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Alex had a seemingly different look, he looked like he was interested in Heather. I was probably wrong, I have to be wrong right? I mean, he doesn’t like Heather right? I’m just being paranoid, aren’t I? I have to be. I tried to talk to him,“ Alex? Um, Alex? Hello? “ He finally responds,“ Uh, what? I just find that transferee pretty. I also heard she’s a cheerleader. She’s probably so talented. “ I grunt and say,“ Alex! Do you seriously like that girl? She’s the perfect example of a girl who would cheat on you! Don’t go crying on me when she betrays you, with all your tears you can drown in a lake. “

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Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

“I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.” Notorious didn’t cover it. “That man you saw is part of the trafficking chain I and many other capos have been trying to break for years.” I bit the inside of my mouth to quell my anger, but nothing worked. “They deserve the worst possible penalties for everything they’ve done, for crimes like infiltrating every other syndicate to drugging, kidnapping, and raping women.” She shuddered with a look of disgust on her face. “I’m sorry you had to see that side of me, but I often lose control around fuckers like him.”

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Catherine inquired. "No news," I replied. That's when Catherine told me about Grace and how her situation mirrored Julie's—their cars were found in the same spot. "What was the last book Grace read?" I inquired. "Lost Lycan," Natasha answered. That jogged my memory. I had given that same book to Julie. I'd picked it up from an aisle in the store because its fresh release status and the intriguing blurb had caught my attention. "Do any of you have a copy of Lost Lycan?" I asked.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Jack held the man from behind, seeing only the back of his head and his stringy hair, some of which was stuck between them. “Let me go!” she screamed. What the hell? He wouldn’t have figured Blackwell for having a partner, let alone a woman. But it all made some sick sense to his fevered mind. Some women nurtured serious obsessions for criminals. Some women struck up correspondence with murderers in prison and married them. Not impossible that Blackwell could use his sick mind to tie a woman like that to him. He spat dirt and held on tight as she flailed. She looked a few years younger than him, dirty and ready to run, fighting him wide-eyed.