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The way the timing lined up too cleanly, the way everything had unfolded exactly the way it shouldn’t have. It hadn’t been tolerated violence, it had been useful violence. “Fuck,” I muttered while Bear stood, stepping closer. “You don’t get to bulldoze through this,” he said. “Not when someone else is being watched because of it.” He reached behind me, hands quick and practiced as he loosened the ropes. The tension snapped away, blood rushing painfully back into my wrists. I flexed my fingers slowly, jaw set. “This is the only time,” he said. “Next time, I won’t stop it at a chair.”

“Elbow in. Cheek weld tight. Breath out, squeeze--no, no pull. In the back of us the courtyard was bloody. Burning Harleys set the night ablaze in the orange, blood oozing dark in the floodlights. The gasoline, cordite, and copper scent were in the air. The withdrawing foe had disappeared in the bushes, but we all had the knowledge that it was not finished. The reinforcements were coming back. Mantovani gave me a glance, wild and alive, and horrifyingly beautiful. “Ready, piccola?” I nodded once. He grinned like a devil. “Then let's go hunting.” We broke as a group -twelve brothers flaking out in a wedge, Mantovani and I at the point. Squeezing boots on glass and brass. Fifty yards in front

I whispered menacingly. I would not harm and innocent woman, but Brody did not need to know that. “You wouldn't dare,” he mumbles incoherently. “You wouldn't fucking dare.” I grinned. “Show him brother,” I said. The scrape of Achilles chair when he rose to me felt sweet. He opened the phone and the video began to play. Brody's head was turned the other way so I turned it roughly. His eyes widened. “No.” “What can you see, Agent Brody??” Achilles snarled. “Is that Miriam?”

“We’ll settle this with evidence.” He signaled someone at the corner of the room. A projector flickered to life… and my heart dropped. It was a video. Me, stepping out of my car… walking toward the massive gates of Mrs. Chataway’s private resort. I froze. The members turned toward me with sharp eyes. “This wasn’t given to us by Adrian,” one said. “We found it ourselves. So tell us, Miss Brookes… what exactly were you doing at Mrs. Chataway’s private resort if not brokering a deal?”

Just a random string of digits. Then the message preview filled the screen; I know. Whule I was trying to process those two vague words, the ominous feeling settling in my guts, four fiiles popped up on the screen. Two were videos and the other two were just photos. I clicked on the first video. The video started with music pounding in the background and multicolored flashing party lights. I gasped when the video changed scene, showing I bathroom I remembered all too well as myself and Mason, locked in each other's embrace and doing things we had no business doing.

She ushered me inside, closed and locked the door, then came to stand before me. "I'm Brock's cousin, but we are more like best friends. He hooks me up when he knows I need a little cheering up. So he called me earlier and told me he had a friend coming tonight and that I would kick myself if I missed out on this opportunity. Brock said that you're a good guy; I can tell he wasn't lying about that," Skylar said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to Brock's bed.

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

he asked. “I said I’m sorry.” I pleaded. “You should be thanking me, you just saw Kourtney's boobs” Ryder laughed harshly. “Seriously. Most guys would kill for that view.” “I wasn’t looking.” I mumbled. “Sure you weren’t.” he scoffed and his grip tightened. I whimpered and Ryder’s smile widened. “You’ve never seen a woman’s boobs before, have you?” he asked mockingly. Heat rushed to my face. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

A sleepy meow greeted her, Sugar turning his back to her to fall asleep, snoring softly. “This is exactly why I don’t bring him over.” She complained in a peeve. “He takes one look at Brooke and turns against me.” Brooke laughed at this, smiling widely. “Oh,” She exclaimed when she had put herself back together. “I wanted to ask about the parking lot you took the video in.” Brooke furrowed her brows looking thoughtful while Kris and Ava shared a panicked glance. “It looked awfully familiar, where was that?” “At the cinema, you know, the one down Fifth Avenue…” Kris blurted.