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He was pulled off of Lorenzo by two of Monzoon's guys. Lorenzo stood up and spit blood. Geo was still on the ground kneeling. Tired. Feeling defeated by his past and the inevitable trajectory of his life in crime. "You piece of shit !" Lorenzo pulled out a gun, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. Geo knew his life was over. He closed his eyes when he heard the trigger click and heard a collective gasp from the crowd as the gun went off. He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume.

onion dip? The silence settled and I knew the seed of doubt had settled in Alan's head. At least, the leery glare at my chest had stopped. I cleared my throat, "I detest blood too and your lot is icky", I waved my hand towards him in a gesture. My father was going to skin me alive now. "I mean, how old are you?" I blurted out. "Imagine how the sex would be". Alan's eyes narrowed on me, "I can promise you I won't be lacking in that department".

Zack asked. "No…that's not it!" Madison panickedly waved her hands. The man scoffed. "What do you mean that's not it? I still have the transaction details—and the call recordings too." He then turned to Zack. "I've heard so much about you, Dr. Smith. Seeing you reminds me of that poor sister of yours. Her bones were really tough. My men and I had to hammer away for hours before we could finally break them. "She screamed until she lost her voice. Even a drug dealer like me couldn't help but pity her. But I have to say—that sister of yours is truly a wonderful woman. All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched."

Tears began to pour out my eyes as I looked helpless. “ Three million!" “Three point five million!" Another rang from the crowd. The number rose like I didn’t expect. What was in me that these guys wanted? More tears gushed out my eyes, I wanted to stop them from bidding but my mouth was still tied by a piece of cloth preventing me from speaking. “ Four million!" “Four point five million!" “ Six million!" “Six point five million!” The price continued to rise and fall as betting paddles rose in the air countless times, almost all the mafia dons seated in this room seemed interested in me. What was possibly wrong? Was it because she made mention that I once served a mafia don?.

“You can give me the papers now.” Raphael looked at me and slowly held the file out. When I took it, the file seemed to have rooted in his hand. It wouldn't move. I frowned and added a little force without thinking. He suddenly said, “Scarlett.” I lifted my eyes to him. His lips worked, white, without a trace of blood, like a cheap plaster bust. “If,” he finally forced it out, “if I'd taken you to the hospital that day, would none of this have happened?”

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her

Makeups or any cosmetics that they put in their body cannot hide the truth about their age. Sullivan always wanted to arrest Aguilar because of what he does to those young girls, but their captain won't allow it. Aguilar has a powerful connection in the city that makes him untouchable. It allowed him to continue his illegal activity without any trouble. Fred and Marvin went out of the mansion after taking the statements of all the workers in the brothel. They both sighed when they saw the media outside. But Marvin noticed someone who caught his attention. It was the woman he talked to in the cemetery.

A gentle breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. Sophia fetched two chilled cans of beer from the fridge, setting them on the coffee table with a soft clink. She popped the tab on one and handed it to Avery, then sank deep into the couch, her usual bright demeanor finally settling into something quieter, more serious. The couch creaked softly under her weight as she curled her legs beneath her. "Alright. The crowd's gone." Sophia took a sip of her beer, the cold liquid carrying a faint bitterness that matched the mood. "Now, tell me the truth. What have you been through this past half year? I don't buy any of that corporate drama they show on

The horror of her last minute flashed through my mind, I clenched my fist in anger again, I couldn't take it anymore I wanted to murder him myself. “So who is Lolita?” they asked, I waited to listen, I needed to get all my facts before stabbing him in his face. “You see I got the tape, and after listening to it I couldn't destroy it, it was my ticket to a promotion, I had something really dirty on my boss” he laughed. “So that's why he keeps you around,” Luca laughed, “I knew you weren't special you sick bastard, so tell us, what happened to the tape? And for god sake who the fuck is Lolita!” he added.

It was one of the most powerful and influential cartels in the country. He was so ruthless he had cut his own younger brother out of their partnership right before a multimillion-dollar deal. It was said Andrei Andreevich had molten gold in his veins and a flinty diamond instead of a heart. That he wasn’t flesh and blood. And I had bad blood with such a man. I had pissed off a man capable of wiping my existence from the earth. But if I closed my eyes, I could still remember our last night together, when we had almost made love on a bearskin rug beneath the Christmas tree. I could still recall the passion of that night clearly.