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A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

If they discovered she was a woman, she would be in great danger. "Come with me, Heitor." "Yes, Captain." Back at the camp, Jack dressed quickly and began shouting orders: "Everyone to your posts! Load your weapons!" Jack held the lad’s hand for a moment. "Hide in the tent." "I can fight, Captain." He admired her courage but shook his head. "I know. But that’s an order." "Yes, Captain." She ran to the tent. Rotten Smile, watching from afar, finally understood everything. The captain wanted the “lad.” Touching something that belonged to the Black Count could cost him a hand—or his life.

"Rowan, you're sure about this? I mean, I want to help God, I owe her big time but faking a crash? That's next-level stupid. What if the cops get involved? Or ambulances? You can't just… " "I can," he cut me off, eyes wild. "I'm Rowan mothefucking Parker I can do what I want and I got a buddy who's a stunt guy from that one hockey movie we did promo for. He'll set it up safely. I'll fall, yeah, bruise up a bit for authenticity, but nothing broken. The media eats it up, Liv comes running because she cares deep down she does and then the twist hits. It's genius!" Brett wiped his mouth, still laughing but it was that nervous kind where you think someone's about to die. "Genius or suicidal. Pick

The machine coughed and spat out copies like the pulse of a tiny, hopeful heart. “You did the right thing by calling from your phone,” the captain said quietly. “It gives us a lead.” But it also gave me away. I couldn’t help noticing the way Caleb watched me. He was a storm contained in skin: jaw tight, eyes like wet coals. He mouthed things I couldn’t catch. “Will you press charges?” I asked Captain Jonathan about the pranksters. He shrugged. “We’ll issue a warning. Trespassing, public nuisance. If they obstruct an investigation, it’s worse. But we have more pressing things. You said there was someone who might be in danger.”

A door creaked open slowly, and a figure emerged—hands raised, no weapon in sight. “Don’t shoot! I have a message for you!” the young man called out, his voice shaky but urgent. Luca raised an eyebrow and took a cautious step forward. Elena kept her gun aimed, unwavering. “Who sent you?” Luca demanded. “This isn’t a trap,” the man said quickly. “My name is Damien. I work for Ryan… or rather, I used to. I want to betray him. I know where he’ll be tonight. I know what he plans to do.”

My vision blurred as I tried to stay conscious. Blood trickled down my face, warm and sticky. Damn, they got me. I struggled to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. Where is that fucking pysco adrenaline when you need it? “Shit, she's bleeding,” one of them muttered, panic in his voice. The captain turned, eyes narrowing as he saw me on the ground. “I told you to take her, not kill her,” he spat out, clearly pissed. “But sir, if she is on MANA, taking her would have been impossible,” one of them said, trying to defend his acti

Who the hell is this woman? [Did Hank lose his mind? He tried to throw someone like her to the sharks?!] Hank's mind had already gone blank as he stood there with his mouth open. "Captain Levin... Mr. Umbra... you've got the wrong person, right? She's just a cleaner who can't even pay her rent!" Kaplan turned his head around with his eyes red. "Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!"

To make matters worse, the camaraderie between him and the captain only deepened my unease, suggesting that danger lurked far closer than I had anticipated. "I can handle trouble," he declared, his unwavering gaze locked onto mine, sending a thrill of defiance through me. His assertion echoed in my mind, reminding me of the captain's warning and the stark reality behind it; while I may have been a thorn in their side, I was hardly a match for the menace standing beside him. It struck me with bitter clarity that, although I was viewed with suspicion by the captain and his family, I was just a mere annoyance compared to the cold-blooded killer who seemed utterly unfazed by the warnings surroun

It’s Lincoln. I don’t answer. I’ll call him later. It feels like a lifetime before Henry finally reappears, running down the steps. “Come with me,” he says curtly, not even waiting until he reaches me. “Lieutenant Henry!” guard dog bellows. “Captain Thompson, this comes straight from Edwardo, sir,” Henry says, hands raised in a placating gesture. Only then does he turn and lead me back the way he came, moving at a fast walk that is one half-step short of a jog.