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A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

They did not see a "stable asset" Gideon was standing near the back of the room. He was not in the center of the crowd. He was not giving a speech or checking his watch. He wore a simple dark sweater and jeans. He looked like the man I had drawn in my charcoal sketches when I was lonely. He was leaning against a pillar, watching me. Over his left arm, he held my long wool coat. He was not here to be the King of Helix. He was not here to own the room. He was just the man holding my coat while I worked.

My body collapsed to the ground, which made me kneel down. I just felt my body weakened from what Calvin did to me and I looked at him. “What is the meaning of this, Calvin?” I asked him, but he didn't speak. Gideon walked in my direction and then he held my chin with his bare hands. “I'm sorry, Step-brother. This is your end now. Don't worry, I will take good care of your position as well as your family. I will love them unconditionally,” Gideon said, his mouth twisted, forming into a smirk.

When Gideon stepped back he looked at her and said, “Wyntre this is an old friend of mine, Brutus. I had sent word that he might be useful in our battle. He hadn’t said whether he would make it or not, so I didn’t mention him coming. I will reintroduce you both in human form.” I was standing there admiring the size of this magnificent beast who had come to provide help, when I saw Gideon’s head whip in the direction of the other side of the battlefield. I saw what he did, a wolf who had just killed one of the last rogues and quickly became a target of three others.

I sat down and tapped the keys, my fingers moving by instinct. A notification was blinking on the main screen. No sender, no subject, just a video file. I clicked it. The screen flickered, then cleared. It was a small, concrete room with no windows, just a single chair bolted to the floor. And in that chair was Gideon. My breath hitched. He looked terrible. His face was a map of purple and yellow bruises. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. But his other eye, the one that was open… was sharp. He wasn't broken. Not yet.

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

This made Gideon Codd very nervous. He tapped again on the door, irritated that it had not yet been answered. Didn’t these people realise how important he was? The people of Dorsal Finn knew. Oh, yes. He’d made sure of that over the years. People like the infernal Maud Postlethwaite and that young Beecham tearaway had constantly tried to undermine his authority, but most held him in esteem, coming to him when it really mattered. One such person had come to him recently, which was the reason he now stood on the doorstep of a converted scout hut at 8am, the sea breeze smattering his hat with spray.

Kevin said to him. Gideon nodded and opened the documents, it was a resume. “Cristina Jodie Ellen..” he said while looking at the first documents. ------

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

"Grandma, why did you randomly choose the 'Mandarin Duck' song? Do you know who he is?" Joselyn's grandmother smiled and said, "He is my future grandson-in-law." Joselyn. “..." Brodie pushed his wireframe glasses and nodded slightly, "Hello, Grandma, my name is Brodie." Joselyn's grandmother laughed, "See, this is Joselyn we're talking about. She even started introducing herself willingly." The crowd. “..." Joselyn almost blushed in the past, she tugged at her grandmother's arm and said, "Grandma, this is Kristian's second cousin."