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It was the very day of David's memorial service. "Dad, Dad, please! I know I messed up! They sold me to a scam compound. I'm stuck here! They said if you don't send five million for ransom, they'll cut off my leg and send you pictures. Dad, please, I'm begging you. Just five million and they'll let me go!" Freddy hadn't wanted to beg. But after days of brutal beatings, his body was covered in wounds. He had tried to run. Each time, they caught him and beat him senseless.

he suggested calmly, and Frederick heaved a heavy sigh in frustration. “That bastard is protecting their identity like a rare trait, and I could not find anything; even the spy I placed in his team knows nothing about the programmer or where they got him from,” he complained heavily. “Why are you talking like an amateur? You sound like a naive little young master who hasn't seen the world!” Devon teased, earning him a glare from Frederick. A mischievous glint flashed in Devon's eyes as he smirked at his friend's frustration. "Don’t you know there's more than one way to skin a cat?" He asked slyly, leaning in closer to keep their conversation private amidst the chaos of the club.

She just stayed quiet, her fingers still trembling slightly from where Frederick had gripped her wrist. Ivan tugged at my sleeve. “Daddy, what happened?” he whispered, concern etched across his little face. I crouched slightly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Nothing you need to worry about,” I murmured, forcing my voice steady. “Everything’s fine.” But inside, I was far from fine. Because as much as I wanted to hate Frederick, as much as I wanted to rip him out of Mia’s life entirely, I couldn’t deny what I was seeing.

And they were both stealing glances at her, and it was making her feel so uncomfortable. .... “I was at the police station today,” Fisher sighed, pouring himself a shot of ordinary tequila. “Hope you didn’t shit your pants,” Freddy chuckled, he was smoking a thick wrap of marijuana. “What the heck happened?” He added, releasing the smoke in from his mouth. “My son,” “Again?” “I’m tired Freddy, it seems he’s just not suited for Ohio.” Fisher grumbled. “What was his offence this time?” Freddy asked, he shifted a small cup to Fisher. Signifying he wanted more tequila.

Javier then tossed the submachine gun on the table beside them and left the bedroom. “Finish the job. I’ll make arrangements to take care of the remaining matters.” “Thank you, boss!” Herschel, who was thrilled, pounced on Freddy’s wife right in front of the man. Freddy wanted to fight and did his best as he lay on the floor, but he could do nothing when his limbs were crippled. “Javier, Javier Kersey, you f*cking b*stard! You mother*cker…” Freddy shouted insults, but there was no response. Instead, he was greeted by his wife’s pained and satisfied sounds, feeling regret rushing through him.

Fredy growled. "Just sue me," Tristan said calmly. "Who do you think they'll believe? A genius doctor who has saved countless lives, even several ministers and the president's son were cured by my hand, the son of the noble Maverick family, and the owner of several hospitals and charities, or you, a private snob detective, kidnapper, thief, and even a hitman, a former soldier dishonorably discharged?" Fredy growled in frustration. He knew he had no hope. Legally, his crimes were numerous, and even if he didn't feel like he was in prison, he was certain that someday someone would finish him off on the street.

Freeway knew the spark all too well; the spark of a man with demons eating away at him from the inside out. "Poor kid," Freeway growled, a smile tugging at his lip. "Looks like he's just about ready to break, doesn't he, Drogo?" Drogo whimpered softly at the enthusiasm of his owner and fell silent. They followed Kelvin in step together, Freeway going quietly and keeping his eyes disinterested, his eyes wandering off into nothing whenever Kelvin chanced to glance around.

It was time to go. As the twins drove me back, I finally learned the redhead guy’s name—Freddy. He wasn’t what I expected. He might look like trouble with his fire-colored hair, but he was serious, composed. Apparently, he was second-in-command after Ivan. Frank, on the other hand, was more relaxed—playful, almost too sweet for someone who could probably snap a neck if he wanted to.

“Yes, sir. I want to join another group, please.” “This is highly unusual.” Mr. Freddy remarked. “What is really going on here?” Nobody said anything to him. This was a rather personal conflict between the couple and Idara. They definitely didn't need a third party meddling with their affairs. “Well, since none of you wants to speak, I guess I'm left with no choice but to grant one person's wish.” Mr. Freddy looked at Idara. “Idara, you came first, so feel free to send me a message on W******p tonight. I'll surely assist you.”

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’