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Why did everything have to fall on him when she was the one who lured him into it? Maya had not had that idea all by herself. She'd found a buyer, a mysterious man called Scar. Scar ran the black market and was in charge of everything that went down in it. From the oil deals to mercenaries to ammunition, Scar was on top of it all. Contrabands were sold in their mass as well as copies of luxury goods or just selling the siphoned ones at a much cheaper price. Recently, Scar had been very much interested in Romero's luxury products and for years he made sure he made a profit off of it, by recruiting hands in the factories and warehouse and getting some of the goods produced.

"Yeah, that's probably best." Kiema smiled sadly at him. "I'll take you another time. No worries." She turned to Xander. "You ready Sacred?" she said with a brighter smile. "Always, sweets," he said as his tiger poured from his physical form. A low moan spilled from Scarlet. We all turned to look at her. Her cheeks were pink. "Sorry. That's so freaking hot." Junior bounded over, rubbed his elemental body around and through Scarlet's. "So are you, Kaeru."

Then he drew a breath and said, "Now that it's all in the Fords name, plan three can commence. I have already contacted Richard. Once he agrees to my terms, I will inform you." After getting out of his vehicle, Scar approached the building with a hoodie covering his head and concealing his face. But as he was about to walk in, his way got blocked by a built fellow. "The club is booked. No uninvited guest is allowed inside." The guy said. Knowing not to push his luck, and not wanting to raise suspicion, Scar headed back to his vehicle and drove a bit further away from the building before stopping his car. Then he waited, watching the club from afar and hoping that he would be lucky to finally

He left Scar to handle them. “I wish that I could horsewhip Marrine,” Scarlett said one night as he worked in his office. He was closing a deal and knew he had to work later than usual. This did happen occasionally, and Scar often found a way to distract herself and the children so he could work in peace. Scar glided into the room as she spoke and sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. She knew that his work was necessary to grow the company, so her walking in was a sign by itself.

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'

“What do you have to say to the victims of this inhumane act” Scar sat calmly throughout out not answering any questions,her timer beeped, She stood up and cleared her throat,the hall fell into silence, “I'm currently representing Liet and won't be answering questions concerning my personal life,when you meet me elsewhere you can ask me” “but you nearly ran over us this morning” “Yes you have a bad temper” Scar turned to Summer with a side smile as she walked out, Summer leaned over the microphone, “I was the one driving,and I don't know what you are talking about,and so you know,our fashion show still holds,keep that in mind”

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

she humbly persuades me, but I take her hand appreciatively. “I insist. Let’s go have pizza and then after that, we can catch a movie.” “Movie?” she repeated after me innocently. “Yes, we’ll catch the movie that is on broadcast now, the CEO Wears Stilettos. Do you like romance?” “Definitely,” she answered cheerily. “I accept your offer, Sin. It’s the first time someone other than Mistress Lara has been so good to me.” “It’s only okay that I, as your boss, treat you well.” The words ‘treat you well’ would have sounded most apt when presented to Scarlet, but I fathomed she wasn’t ready for them just yet.

"Scarlett does it for a living." ​Scarlett looked at the ceiling. "She has a point." ​"She does," Xavier conceded. "Fine. The decoy by eight-thirty." ​At eight forty-seven, Scarlett’s phone buzzed. ​It was the unknown number—Danny’s channel. She pulled it out, expecting a string of emojis or a complex riddle. Instead, it was plain text. Three words. ​I'm okay. Go.

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.