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I took the luggage from her and without saying any words, we got into the car, drove off and I stole glances every chance I got just to see if she still looked upset. * "You're so rich, you couldn't even book two rooms." She rolled her eyes at me when we got to the room. It was monochromatic and cold. The inviting bed was tempting, I just wanted to sleep all of my tiredness away. "I can't afford to leave you sleeping in a room by yourself." I responded, patting my pants to feel for my phone. "Fuck, I left it in the car." I groaned. "Take a shower or something, I'll be right back." I assured her.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

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He slightly frowns. Ryder without explaining anything points at the laptop and immediately Brooks's eyes land back on it he hurries out straight to the elevator and just as the elevator dings and opens he also hurriedly rushes down to the last floor leading to the parking lot. Ryder swiftly follows him too as he just can't let himself miss this opportunity of meeting the second wealthiest man in Virginia. Never!

he added and quickly headed out of the living room while I furrowed my brows at his last statement. After a couple of seconds, I dispelled my thoughts and picked up the remote on the centre table before playing the paused show, no longer as nervous as I was when I walked through the door. Noah came back to the living room a little while later with a couple of books in one hand and a cup of what I guessed was cranberry juice in the other hand. “Here you go,” he said as he handed me the cup while I slightly furrowed my brows and collected it. “It’s cranberry.”

Dru explains. Hmm, maybe this weird situation can be rearranged. I ask Dru if he can find her photography portfolio. Maybe we can make her the band’s photographer. She could also help out with all the band’s art and graphic designs that we will need to be done. I tell Gabby and Jaidyn my idea and Gabby thinks it’s infinitely better than Jaidyn’s idea. Dru comes to me in the early evening to let me know what he found out. He wasn’t able to get her portfolio but he did get quite a few examples of her photography. Damn, she is good. I am starting to think that I can save this ridiculous plan that Jaidyn came up with. What is a girl like her doing working in a cafe? She is ridiculously

“But I think it’s time you knew.” Summer’s heart sank, her fingers curling against his chest as a quiet storm brewed behind her eyes. “Then tell me. No more secrets, Thunder. Not after everything.” He looked away for a moment, jaw tense, breathing uneven. The sky above them pulsed with a distant rumble of thunder, as if mirroring the name of the man who now stood before her—equal parts savior and stranger. “There was a fire. Two years ago. In Toronto. I was finalizing a corporate deal with a pharmaceutical investor. We were at a gala—everything was supposed to be secure. But something went wrong. Someone triggered an explosion, meant to destroy evidence about illegal drug trials they were fu

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Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.