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My curiosity is piqued, and I cannot help but wonder who this man is and what he wants from us. "Jack.. It's good to see you again," the man said. "James," my dad responded, returning the handshake and a firm pat on the back. "This is my daughter that I've mentioned to you about." My dad motioned for me to step closer, and I cautiously approached them. The man, James, gazed at me intently before turning back to my dad. "So, this is Abbie Gomez, huh? She looks so innocent, but they say the most innocent ones are the dangerous ones. Tell me, what can she do?"

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

DARK DESIRES BY ADURA EPISODE FIFTY-ONE Getting to the house, Gray was there waiting for me, But was quite surprised that Tyler isn't around. He told me he won't be going out today. I walked closer to him and he bowed respectfully. Gray has been my my second right hand man since years,He took gunshots for me countless times which made me trust him, Although,he might not know how much he's important to him but hell,I could do anything for him.

He ignored those greetings and focused on the sole aim, getting those involved in his wife's death. “So this is him?” Calven took a seat on his black coated throne like the king he is, gazed upon the man and sneered in his mind. This man here obviously is not capable enough in carrying such dubious act. “Mr. Gray ” Nelson teased while washing off the blood stain on his arms. Nelson Gridger, twenty seven in age who had wormed for him in the past four years. He understood his manner and styles that greeting him wasn't necessary. He proceeded with cleaning the water off his hands and then, took the next target's file with on finger.

I disclosed and sighed. “A mole?” Gray asked with a shocked face. “Yes, but then the Mafia God found him and killed the officers, but that was already after the officer had leaked Doom business to his colleagues.” I replied and shook my head. Gray sighed deeply. I responded, telling Doom he lost a lot of business and went down; now he's in too much debt, although he looks strong, but what he needs now is money. “So we're giving it to him.” Gray spoke with a light smile on his face.

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

Even while staring at her shoes, she could feel the dominating pressure radiating from the man known as “Boss.” The Boss didn’t seem to notice them. He sat down and tapped lightly on the table, prompting the bodyguard to hand him some documents. The room was silent—so silent that Emma could hear her own heart pounding violently in fear. Not long after, a knock came at the door. An elderly man entered, hunched and respectful. “Mr. Thorne, thank you for giving me the honor of meeting you in person.” Damien raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Is that so? Well, I’m very much looking forward to the 'gift' you brought with you, Mr. Allen.”

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

Damien repeated himself because he wanted his assistant to know how important these orders were to him. "Yes, sir," Gray replied. "Do you want me to approach her first?" "Get the information, then I will decide what method I need to use." Gray left the room; Damien stood up and walked to the island behind his desk. He had been working from home because it was getting closer to the death anniversary of Amber. He usually felt very sad and detached from life during these times, so he usually stayed at home. He took up the picture frame and ran his finger across the lady smiling brightly in it. "I know you would have told me to let it go, but I just want you to know that I must avenge you even i

Nothing was adding up. I needed to stop trying to show myself and try acting pathetic,I need him to notice me but for now,I need to talk to that old man. I couldn’t wait for the phone to stop ringing. The person at the other end of the phone picked “Hello.” He said with his deep devilishly voice. “I need your assistance,Gray is becoming more difficult.” “Ok kid,what is the problem?” “I lied about us being cool,because I thought he was going to come around some day,I thought he was only mad at me for going to the media first before coming to him. But it more deep than that, he might be seeing someone or he probably know about my plans.”