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Hank explains. “Juliet,” Sandra smiles. “We are so glad you are here.” “I’m happy to be here,” Juliet hugs her. “Is her phone set up?” Milo asks Hank. “Yeah we installed a program that will give fake locations for the next month. I get a whole month with my mate,” Hank pulls her close and kisses her head. “Later,” Juliet pushes him slightly. “Like Hell, its been two months, six days, fourteen hours and thirty-nine minutes. You are lucky I haven’t thrown you over my shoulder and run upstairs,” Hank whispers in her ear.

The bastard had spent less than a day inside Celestia, yet somehow he had managed to drag my entire Pack into this mess. One rogue. That was all it took. One man we had never even accepted. One man we had never protected. One man we had actually rejected because we knew something about him was wrong. And somehow, we were still the ones being punished for it. My jaw tightened. What more did they expect from us? Harven came to Celestia asking for a place. We gave him the same chance we gave everyone else. We listened to his story. We checked his claims. Sandra found inconsistencies, and the moment we realized he was lying, we sent him away.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. Can I help you?" They turned to face a middle-aged employee wearing a red polo shirt with the arcade's logo. His name tag read "Mike." Dark circles under his eyes suggested long shifts and little sleep. Jackson's phone buzzed. The blackmailer's voice came through his earpiece, cold and precise. "Tell him you registered last night for the new Asphalt game update. Seat number twelve." "We registered online last night," Jackson said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "For the new Asphalt game. Seat twelve, I think?"

I knew it’d destroy me and I couldn’t stumble more than once with the same stone, because, though I was now a professional and mature man, I knew the fall would be even more painful than eleven years ago, and I doubted I’ll be able to recover if Olivia took me again as a game. The meeting lasted forty-five minutes. They were determining the medias where the campaign would be exposed, the costs and budgets, dates of auditions for actors that will be starring the commercials and all those things, when my phone rang and it showed me the name of Alex, the head of my security. I knew wouldn’t like this conversation. “Mark, I need you to come to Las Vegas right now.” There was never a greeting wit

*Now you reply* *Haven't your mom told you it's not polite to talk while eating* *No, sue me* why do I feel like I have offended him. *Its just too tragic wasting my airtime when we can actually chat on W******p* *I am not opening W******p* *You are really stubborn and prideful* I texted as his stubbornness is already annoying me. *You came to that conclusion yourself* I imagined him huffed. *Well I can't continue wasting my airtime, so long mister* I texted hoping it will make him change his mind.

Normally I would go find Sarah, but she'd disappeared right after the game, probably distraught since Madden called her out. Remy glanced at Madden who looked stone-faced, his jaw tight, and his thick lips pressed into a thin line. "Dude, are you okay?" Madden swallowed. "Yes. We're going home, come on—," "Madden," I hissed. "We're going to Hogs to celebrate. We just won against one of our rivals. Are you seriously making us go home right now?" A look of annoyance crossed his face. "Marcus was here. Who is to say he won't show up at Hogs—,"

I asked. “Good news, man. There’s a team looking for a new recruit, urgently. I filed for you—you got the job. You’ll be on their team. There’s an upfront payment, a bill that covers your new amenities, a car, a villa. Your brother’s hospital expenses will be covered too…” “Wait… where is this going? This makes no sense. What team pays that much for a rookie? Besides, what team is asking for a rookie? It’s barely into the nationals. Something isn’t right.”

“What’s going on with you? Are you okay?” “Yes.” I jump to my feet too quickly. “I’m perfectly fine.” “You don’t look fine. You’ve been off all morning.” He gives me his usual flat smile. “And the way you played earlier… not exactly Rhett Lawson.” I know. Everyone’s been saying that. The past few months have been hell on ice. I don’t know how to tell them I’ve lost interest in everything, that my body won’t move the way it used to. Today is worse. I didn’t even want to leave the house. But this game is too important to skip, so I dragged myself here and tried to play.

And now he couldn’t even ask Regina because she did not come to work. To lay his doubts to rest, he retrieved the messages on Regina’s phone and found the only messages she had were from Owen and her family. He searched the locator chip on her phone to find every place she visited. It was a chip installed on every electronic device for easy retrieval, and he realized Regina had her phone turned off as well. Hitting a dead end and more suspicions, Myles enlisted the help of his friend Jeremy, in searching for his brother’s car. Jeremy’s company, SST (Security and Software Technology), specializes in installing security systems and training security personnel. But Myles knew that the company w

I moved briskly away from the door, grabbing the edge of my dresser with my free hand. “I’d slit your wrist before I let some blonde barbie fuck that up for me.” He scoffed. “Don’t end up part of the low lives in this family, boy. The scouts are watching, the board and you know the fuck that I am too.” Suddenly my fingers went numb around the phone. “This show is working. Keep it working. Stay focused on your reinstatement, on that draft and our fucking future.” My vision blurred. I blinked back rapidly but it didn't clear.