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My squads crowd the bathroom. While a few are on their phones, I and the others are touching up our makeup. "Our cheering video has already garnered 5 million views on I*******m," Sookie jumps excitedly. "Let me see." I close the lid on my red lipstick right after kissing myself in the mirror. Sookie hands me her phone, and I look at it. "2 million in 1 hour is poor," I say disappointingly, giving her phone back. "Well, it's still good, though." Sookie is content with the video's performance.

"Go to eat something first." "Okay." The two of them looked very sweet, in a sharp contrast to Snow Cecy upstairs. After Mike came back, he bent over the table to draw. Then she fell asleep. Snow Cecy saw a painting under Mike's arm. On the paper, there were two adults holding a child's hand. It was a family photo. "I hope dad and mom can make up and then go to the aquarium with me." The words below were Mike's wish. Snow Cecy's eyes turned red.

He looks out at someone in the crowd, but I don’t want to turn around to see who. “Interesting, because based on this security footage we just watched, that is exactly what you did to Zara. So can you please explain why you would do that to Zara?” “She made me mad.” “Mad. Mmm, I see. So, she made you this mad?” Mike turns back to the monitor and shows the pictures I took of Zara before Lavender could heal her. As he flashes through the pictures, I can hear gasps and low growls behind me. Rocky bristles at the photos, but I tell him the reaction of the crowd is a good thing.

“What are you up to, Mikey?” Little Bob asked as he walked into Lindsay’s office. “I wish I knew. I have been checking some of the game cameras in the northern part of the county, where I have been getting some reports about strange things. I can’t explain some of it, so I thought I would ask you guys about it,” Mike said. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of printed photos. He handed them to Lindsay, and she began to look through them.

His eyes became piercing, as if he were about to strike, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Seeing Nash's darkening expression, Mike felt a chill down his spine. Though he did not know what had happened, he did not want to get into trouble and risk losing his job. He continued, "I took some photos. Although they were torn up, I couldn't piece them together completely, but you can still see it's an ultrasound of a pregnant woman." He handed Nash his phone. The photos were fragmented, but even with the incomplete pieces, it was evident that Nina was pregnant.

Mack sat in front of his PC and stared at the monitor before him. Its cold blue glow etched hard lines on his face. It was late at night, and his eyes were bloodshot. His pupils looked flat and dead, even more so after he took a swig of his now-warm beer. On the monitor was raw footage that Eva and Miko had sent him. Just the two streams instead of the normal five.

Mick Crane, who had just been fired from Vintage Deluxe, was standing outside the building and drafting a post, ready to blame everything on Zachary just to make himself feel better. However, he had barely finished that long-winded essay of his and was ready to post it when a familiar face noticed him and called out, "Oh, shit—if it isn't Mr. Crane! Wait, did you see Zachary Evans' post? Is everything he said true? You three were actually the ones who gave Raymond Cole that twenty million dollar present?!" Mick froze, blurting, "What post? What are you talking about?"

~Author’s POV~ "This track is called the Serpent's Back. It's a narrow road that goes up a mountain. There's no fence. Just a big drop off the side. People have crashed here. One guy died last year," Simon said, his eyes shining with amusement. Harriet listened, but she didn't look scared. She was looking at her car, a simple silver Mazda. She touched it. It looked old, but she could tell it had been taken care of. The tires were good. The engine sounded smooth and strong.

Turning to Mike, I give him a once over, “You ready to showcase what you can do?” “Bring it on big guy” Mike chuckles eliciting a smirk from me, he wasn’t that small himself, but I guess compared to me most felt small. “Are you ready to see how you fair against this?” He cracks his knuckles and blue sparks of electricity pop and crackle across the back of his hands.

She muttered in shock. The bathroom door creaked open, and Micheal stepped out while drying his hair. His chest was exposed down to the V line below his smooth torso, where a towel hung around. Even though a storm of panic swirled in her chest, she wanted to drool over his hot morning look. He paused when he saw her. “Hey, you're awake.” Chelsea went pale. “What the actual fuck, Mike?” He frowned. “What?” “I didn't know you could…” The words stuck. “Our parents are getting married, and this happened.”