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It was foreign on my tongue, but something cold settled in my stomach anyway. "Still is." Massimo corrected, releasing my hand. "Obsidian was everything. Power. Money. Fear. Two men built it from nothing. They fought their way up from the streets, spilled more blood than either of them can count. They were brothers in every way that mattered." He paused, watching my face. "Until one of them betrayed the other." Every cell in my body screamed at me to push back from this table and walk out into the night. Whatever Massimo was selling, I suddenly felt like I didn't want any of it.

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I said, very seriously, "No, Mommy. You're a good person. You always told me that doing good things is never wrong. You were just unlucky. You saved a really bad person." My mom finally laughed through her tears. The sadness in her eyes slowly faded away. She pulled out a black card and waved it in front of me with a playful wink. "This is my reward for completing the mission. From now on, you and I are going to live a very happy and wonderful life." She used the money to buy a small apartment. It wasn't big, but she kept it clean and warm. Later, she opened a little flower shop. Every day, she was surrounded by flowers. Her days were peaceful and content.

Cody's words cut through Kendra like a blade. She shut her eyes as memories surged like a tidal wave, every tender moment she once shared with me now turned bitter and painful. The guilt and heartbreak threatened to drown her from the inside. Dad pointed a trembling finger at Cody, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. "Y-You ungrateful bastard! We raised you like our own son, and this is how you repay us?!" Cody met Dad's rage with a cold smirk, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes. He scoffed, "Repay you? I've bent over backwards trying to earn your love for years—I'm tired of it."

She's cold-hearted! "And I was right. You've been married for so long, and she can't even give you a child! "I think Sophie is much better. She's got a good personality, unlike Isabella, who always looks so gloomy, like we owe her millions! "And most importantly, Sophie seems like she'd be able to have kids."

I stare at her lost for a minute then shrugged, shaking my head. "Okay now, 1, 2, 3. . . 1, 2, 3," I said directing and counting her steps. Suddenly Perfect by Ed Sheeran starts to play and she smiles. "You like this song?" She really is full of surprises. The big bad wolf is actually a softie. "Yes! Is that a bad thing?" She rolls her eyes and frowns. I shake my head and pull her close again. "No, I like it too," I say without thinking and then widen my eyes as I understand what I said and looked away, a slight blush tinting my cheeks.

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."

Good girl I smiled at his reply. Me : Lol😂💅 K💝🔐 :Babe?, I want to video call you. Me : What's stopping you? K💝🔐 :Your permission? Me :Lo fucking L 😂. My permission?? When did that one start??. Nawa o. K💝🔐 :Yes naw, I don't know if you are busy, you know. Me :Okay o, you can call me. Lol.

"Is it the better one?" Martin slowly turned his head toward him, pulled his dick out and dropped down on the bed. Gerald immediately lifted both hands in surrender. “Okay,” he mumbled, pulling the duvet over himself. “Too soon.” Martin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's nothing,” he muttered, though the corner twitched despite himself. “It's Jake calling." Hearing that, Gerald groaned dramatically and shrugged. “I really don't understand why you keep entertaining that… boy,” he said tiredly. "The other one's clearly much better. I mean… he is a fucking drug addict."

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.