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she challenged. "Because that little dick took my Amity Affliction tickets," Sam told her, narrowing his eyes. He noticed how she did a double blink and dropped her gaze, confirming it. "He said he only went with you because you bought him stuff, I mean, what is he? The worlds cheapest prostitute?" At this, she turned red as his mates chuckled. "He should have at least got a new pair of shoes out of you," Sam joked since Alfie was famous for always wearing the same busted old pair of battered Converse.

Clearing his throat, he turned to his bodyguards and instructed, “I need you to find someone I met at the club yesterday. I can’t remember anything about him. Name, features. Nothing. Just see if you can find anything about him.” “We’ll do our best, boss. But without details, it’s going to take some time. You don’t recall any of his features? Or anything that can help narrow it down?” Luca asked politely. With no clear details, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Antonio narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall everything that happened last night. He recalled how he had shoved his fingers into the champ’s hair. “Brown..” He spat out. “He has brown hair. He’s tall, slender and smells o

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Glossary: Tholus = dome/arena - Immo = yes - Cupam = liquor/whiskey - Futuo = fuck - Chinga = small animal with a purple fur body/white mane like a lion, size of a newborn kitten *~~~* She was almost finished with her book when her stomach began to growl. She would have cooked, but her items had not arrived yet. Sighing, she headed to the computer by the door and called her brother. After speaking to him, she called Jay to see if she and Cobra wanted to go to the dining hall.

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Sam whispered and her red eyes snapped at her. "You knew ? " she whispered in a hard tone and Sam shook her head. "Do you think if I knew I would be here " Champagne knelt down and grabbed the envelope off the floor, she searched for any information. An address or something. " Vyales group of companies " Sam spoke up and Champagne realised he was rich. It seems that was the main he felt like paying this prostitute. Champagne didn't say anything, she stood up and walked to her room. She changed into a pair of jeans and an over sized shirt. She walked back in to the kitchen and grabbed the money and placed it in her purse.

What the actual fuck? Collombo??

She gestured me to come near her while I got alarmed thinking this crazy girl can do anything. "I don't bite" she rolled her eyes while I got a little closer. "F for Fucking," she whispered. My eyes widened while my jaws dropped to the ground. Getting a little further she smirked," So KFC stands for Kiaan Fucking Chauhan." "Simran Kashyap, I won't spare you," I yelled while she poked her tongue out and ran away giggling. You just messed with the wrong person again Miss Kashyap and trust me I am the beast of the 5 aces and this beast will not sit back without teaching you a lesson.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

The other guys are being loud, and rowdy so I would be surprised if they heard. “I’m on a diet” i nod, “Mom’s been making me really good wraps after school, and then pasta with protein noodles. It’s going well. It’s supposed to help me build muscle” i lie, because i can’t tell her i'm relapsing. I can’t tell anyone. “Good for you” she nudges me, smiling. I nod again, tugging on my fingers under the table. The rest of lunch she leaves me alone, but Axton keeps looking at me. Why is he looking at me so much?