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He nods his head “With Jax being an asshole I needed a new Beta. His name is Cole” “Cole” I mutter quietly trying to make his name sink in “Cole has been a member of this pack for as long as I have, he is one of my oldest friends. I’m sure you will like him” A few moments later the door opens and in walks a well built man wearing just a pair of jeans, was he not cold because it was freezing outside. He was easily 6 foot tall, tattoos running the length of his arms and flowing out on to his chest. Blonde hair that was short and neat. He shakes Daryl’s hand and smiles at me, his blues eyes resting on my own “You must be Luna Ashley”

She was so angry that her own daughter laid a hand on her. -------------------------- "What are you saying? And what the hell are you doing here?" Franklin asked, his voice was mix of confusion, and anger. He recognized the man standing a few feet away from him, and his brother. He's Darryl, one of Gonzalo's best assassin. From Franklin heard about him, there's no one in this world that he can't kill. That no matter how tight the security is, Darryl can get past them. Maybe, that is the reason why none of the security are already rushing towards them.

She saw me as nothing but a nerd, who never had time for her or her daughter because I was always busy with classes "Come on, you're up next in five minutes," he says, throwing me a squirt bottle with cold water inside. I take a long swig, squirting the water inside my mouth, and throw it back to him. "Hey, kid. Good luck out there. You're gonna do great. Have confidence alright? Don't let this guy fool you with his bulk steroids-filled muscles. I've seen you fight, you're one of the bests I've seen come through this gym." The old man comes, greeting me and wishing me the victory for tonight's match. I smile and look at him from the side as my head as it hangs low. he finish placing tape ar

Tory explain as they walk towards the guys. "Humphrey" Tory screamed out his name has they got closer to him. Humphrey was a tall handsome young man of 20 years, he had a nice caramel skin tone with pointed nose. "Tory????" Humphrey got up surprised, happy and excited to see her again. "What are you doing here??? Miss you" He asked as he grabbed her to give her a tight hug. "I school her dummy" she replies laughing still hugging him. "And who is this pretty angel with you" he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory.

Denny wаѕ thrіllеd tо ѕее Dеxtеr thеrе аnd hе wаѕ аlrеаdу thіnkіng аbоut thаt mаѕѕіvе сосk filling hіѕ аѕѕ. Rоmаn hаd mаdе bаtсhеѕ of Bloody Marys аnd Mimosas for еvеrуоnе. Cоffее, juісе and раѕtrіеѕ wеrе also рrоvіdеd. Dеnnу hаd nеvеr had a Mіmоѕа until that mоrnіng аnd hе enjoyed іt іmmеnѕеlу. Thеrе wаѕ аnоthеr gау реrѕоn there thаt Dеnnу dіd not rесоgnіzе. Cоrу and Barry didn't know hіm either but the guy was drop dеаd gоrgеоuѕ. Hе lооkеd to be thе ѕаmе buіld аѕ Dеnnу but hе was muсh mоrе еffеmіnаtе wіth hіѕ vоісе аnd еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ. His name was Frеddіе and hе hаd vеrу lоng light brown hаіr.

Frank worked for a mob boss named Mr. Ricky, shaking down the shops in Little Gotham week after week without fail. Dukes served as his muscle, a silent threat that rarely needed to speak, and the two had been partners for several years, forging a bond built more on necessity than trust. They drove around in a shiny black car that carried a classy mob feel, its polished chrome and deep paint reminding Frank of the cars of old, the kind his father used to admire from a distance.

“Hey, Frankie! Come over here.” My mouth went dry as the man got up and walked toward us. Frankie was in his forties but looked careworn. Leathery skin covered his thin frame, but his arms were still leanly muscled. The fleur-de-lis he must have bought from Josephine was on a cord around his neck. He looked at me warily as he took the stool beside me. He was covered in scars, and one eye was milky from an injury. “Just so you know,” Frankie said in a gruff voice, “I’m only here because Oscar vouched for you.”

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I flashed a warm smile and held out my hand; Dante took it in his hard, calloused one before I walked away with Howard. * * * * * * * * DANTE "How was your date?" Frankie asked me the moment I stepped into my living room. Frankie sat cross-legged, watching cartoons and holding a bowl of popcorn. "What the fuck!" I snapped at him. "Why are you here?" "I'm asking the questions here, young man." Frankie winked. "Is it too late for you to go back to your old firm?" I asked him, and Frankie had quit his job to come work for me as consigliere.

she confirms and the others nod “What about you young lady?” she asks me “U-um can i have coffee instead?” “Coming right up” she adds before stomping her way to the counter. My eyes dart around the place as I take it all in until they finally land on him. “Do you know anything about combat?” he asks “N-no” i answer He hits his fist on the table, making me jump “She’ll learn, thats why shes joining the academy” Yoda says to Yohan “How will she control the power of the Frinx if she can't even hold a sword right?”