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He had laid a finger on her earlier, and he dared to do it again and this time, I would make sure that I wipe his entire family off and his sister, Ananyah as well. I reached my hands for my phone, placing a call through one of my men in the pack for them to tighten the security at the pack house, but the thing was that he wasn't even picking up. “Damn!” I growled, hurling my phone against the wall. The only thing I wanted to do at the moment was to strangle that bastard called Bruce Lawrence. Amidst me praying and hoping that Liana would be fine, I couldn't help but to wonder if Bruce Lawrence had always had this vicious side of him or maybe it was the recent happening that brought out this

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Movie night went incredibly well. If ending up with Dwyer's fingers deep inside of me counts as a successful and helping step towards getting a hang of the shit going on around me. I knew there would be side distractions from all that I had planned out but what I didn’t realize was that Dwyer himself would be the first and most dangerous distraction to finding evidences that point to him and solving this crime myself. I was only a few days into it and I getting mixed feelings from everything going on around me.

You open the document and see a guy dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. His hair is devilish brown and by his body structure, you could see that the guy is in good shape. "Who is this guy?" Jack asked the manager. "He is your next mission. His name is Nicholas Romano. Nicholas is one of the most dangerous bakery magnates in town. And when I say the most dangerous, I mean the most dangerous." Till today, Nicholas has killed over 100 people, some of them belong to other Mafias, and some of them belong to his Mafia"

The urgency of Lawrence’s actions demanded immediate attention, but Lila was a key to understanding what was happening. Intelligence reports trickled in from Drakkon territory, painting a grim picture. Lawrence was actively inciting the Drakkons, fueling their resentment and stirring up old grievances. He was a master manipulator, exploiting their vulnerabilities and playing on their thirst for power. The scale of the threat was immense, a potential continental conflict that could engulf everything they had worked for. Jake knew that Lawrence's betrayal was more than just a personal vendetta; it was a calculated move to destabilize the entire region.

And now, standing before the Alpha, he felt smaller than he ever had before. “Show me the men,” Lawrence demanded, his voice betraying a growing impatience. Maxwell and the beta wolves led Lawrence toward the van. Inside, three men lay slumped, bloodied, and battered, barely clinging to life. The scent of their injuries, the sweat and blood mixing in the air, filled Lawrence with a cold rage. These men had played a role, directly or indirectly, in the plot to take Camilla’s life. He could feel the fury rising in his chest, his hands clenching into fists as he fought to control his anger.

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.

He traced every edge of my nipple with a wild hunger that made me gasp. I moaned, closing my eyes. My body was throbbing with pleasure. My hips rolled, searching for anything, anything that could help ease this burning heat. My body shivered. “I could feel how turned on you are, sweetheart,” he chuckled, finally pulling away.“You’re such a horny filthy angel”. I’d never heard Liam talk dirty. He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him.

Lawrence did wonders for that club. It was no better because this week was busy. Every six months, Lawrence hosts an event that lasts for a week. Newcomers would come to find their potential partners to explore their sexual experiences. Security was tight during the week. Even though it was a safe space for everyone, the club was no exception to sexual assaults occurring. There have been cases, but not many. Lawrence took extra measures during this event to make sure no one was harmed. I admire the dude for that.

Almost everyone in the building knew Lawrence, so it didn’t surprise me when I overheard two voices near the test lab as I walked by. “He’s the devil’s advocate,” one of them whispered, tone dripping with disdain. I didn’t even have to guess who they were talking about. “I could never date a man like that,” the other said. “Money isn’t everything. He’s rich, sure, but he’s ruthless. People say he’s sent innocent men to prison.” I froze mid-step. I didn’t know these girls. They weren’t even part of our department. But the way they spoke, so confidently cruel, as if gossip was their profession, made something hot stir in me.