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I sat down and waved down the bartender, "Hi, can I please get a glass of whiskey?" "Right away Miss," he said, "I never hear girls ordering whiskey around here," the cute guy said. "I like the strong stuff," I told him. "I can see that," he said chuckling. Cute. "Of course you can," "So do you come here often?" he asked. "Yeah, I do," "Wow, I can't believe I haven't noticed a girl as beautiful as you," "Cheesy much?" I said laughing. "I know right?! I'm Jack and I'm actually gay."

Sara asked, walking toward them, but the old couple was only looking at each other faces filled with guilt. “Grandpa, did David again do something wrong? Did he try to harm them instantly?” Gloria asked scarred. She knew how much Henry hate David; she has tried her best to keep David safe though Henry wanted to harm him many times. She didn’t want him to fall into any trouble again. Now it’s not about her, it’s about Daniel, too. “No, he didn’t.” Henry sighed and leaned back tiredly. Diana was sobbing when Henry’s assistant placed a laptop in front of them.

Sam lifted her face up to soak in some sun. “Yes Henry,” she breathed. ‘My time is slowly running out according to my plans.’ “I’m so glad you decided to stay this summer and not run off to make new friends at your college. Though I have to ask why you decided to cross the world to another part.” “Relax Henry, it’s just a fourteen hours flight. The time zone difference is not that crazy, besides we are not dating and don’t have the crazy need to see each other often. You’ll be fine.”

, the older man chuckled. This made me freeze one more time. ‘His father?’ I thought to myself. I turned around to have a good look at the man in front of me. He wore black trousers with a black button-up shirt and a gray blazer accompanied by black shoes. His wrist was adorned with a gold watch and his fingers with multiple rings. He has slightly brown hair with gray hairs scattered across his scalp. His eyes were similar to Jillian’s, the same shade of blue but much softer. This is Joseph Colbert, the most feared mafia boss in Texas. He is a ruthless businessman and an even more ruthless killer.

There, the dancing flames cast an eerie, flickering shadow on the wall – the indistinct outline of a figure seated within. A man slinked into the room, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot, no doubt uneasy. He was a short, unremarkable man, and something about him screamed untrustworthiness. His eyes, small and beady, darted around, and his mouth was framed by thin lips above a patchy, desperate attempt at a moustache. It was less a beard and more a collection of stray hairs that had lost their way. The man's name was Tim. He squinted, trying to see past the flames and shadows and discern the person sitting on the chair.

We turned. A man descended slowly—barefoot, dressed in a grey tank and matching joggers that hung loose on his lean frame. His hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place. His face was mature, but too smooth—like he lived in some eternal twilight between thirty and forty. Pretty-boy type. Polished. Dangerous. I hated him on sight. “If we’d barged in,” I said coldly, “you’d have felt it. Trust me.” Diego stepped in, voice even. “We knocked. The door opened.”

“And I know all the stories. Who likes who. Who fights.” George smiled small. “Good to know.” Henry came with Sarah. He looked friendly but careful. “George. I am Henry, Beta. This is Sarah, my mate.” George shook his hand. “Thank you for letting me in.” “Dane says you know about Viktor,” Henry said. “We should talk soon.” “Yes. I will help any way.” Sarah smiled warm. “Welcome. If you need clothes or things, tell me. I help with that.” George looked at his old shirt. “Thank you.”

Elena stood beside her, unsure of what to say. Scarlett took a slow drag and exhaled. “You shouldn’t be here with me,” she said softly. “I’m dangerous.” Elena felt a chill run down her spine. The way Scarlett said it — calm, serious — made her heart race. Scarlett noticed and gave a small laugh. “Are you scared?” Elena shook her head quickly. “No.” Scarlett’s eyes dropped to Elena’s hand. “What’s that?” she asked, nodding at the ring.

Dalton After I put Layla to bed, I return immediately to the shed. I look down at the dead man with a mix of pity and rage. He’s not much older than me. He was handsome, with blond hair and eyes that used to be blue. But now, they’ve started to decay into his skull. The skin is flayed from his fingers, revealing bone, but the rest of him is in surprisingly good shape considering how long he’s been here. I remember him. Henry, that was his name. Henry Swanson, from Mississippi, an architect apprentice who never made it back after traveling here to visit his girlfriend.

“Do you always threaten people over nothing?” His gaze slid lazily to hers, but there was nothing lazy about the sharpness in his eyes. “That wasn’t nothing.” “He just said you had a date…” “He looked at you like you were meat.” Dante’s voice dropped lower, steel cutting through silk. “And no one looks at what’s mine like that.” Her pulse stuttered. She wanted to argue, to remind him she wasn’t his anything, but the word mine curled around her insides, dangerous and thrilling.