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We were silently digging our food when I got disturbed because of Tasha's phone call. "Kimora! You should follow me here in Norton! There's a newly opened bar here; the place is so nice!" she shouted. I grimaced. I looked at my wristwatch; it was just thirty minutes after six, but Tasha's already sounded so drunk. The party also seems to be lively since I can hear the loud music from there. "Norton? That's pretty far!" I grumble. That explains why the road Morris and I were heading down was nonstop. This bitch is in Norton. It is almost three hours away from where our condos are located.

That tiny reaction hit me harder than it should have. For one reckless second, it felt like we were seventeen again. Before betrayal. Before blood. Before I became something monsters feared. My eyes darkened slightly. No. That life was dead. And soon, whatever softness still existed inside Rosa Sinclair would die too. I would make sure of it. The car slowed gradually before stopping completely. Rose glanced toward the tinted windows. Bright golden lights illuminated the massive building outside. A casino. Luxury dripped from every inch of it. Expensive cars lined the entrance while men in tailored suits and women dripping in diamonds disappeared through the front doors.

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Halsey had heard that Dwight's father had been involved in the drug trade, but she hadn't known about his blind mother or younger sister. "Okay. Do you know where he lives?" she asked. "Down on Wentworth Drive." "Thank you." Determined to find Dwight, Halsey went to a shopping mall first and bought some expensive supplements. Then, she took a cab to Wentworth Drive Wentworth Drive was a poor neighborhood—dark, damp, and dreary. It was Halsey's first time in such a place. She was used to the luxurious, pristine neighborhoods of Hovendale, where space was as precious as gold. This area was a far cry from that.

I repeatedly glanced at the watch I was wearing. Based on the location coordinates sent by the IT squad members of my mafia group, Dragonbone's headquarters was located in a town called Camden. "Shit! Hurry up a bit!" I cursed for every time when I see some cars moved slowly as if blocking my way. As time went on, I felt more and more restless, so I put more speed on my car. It's because, Camden is one of the cities in New Jersey with a high crime rate, especially murders. With all mix feeling, I finally arrived at the coordinates sent by my subordinates. It was an area with many abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of the city.

He tried to sort things out with her, but nothing went right. She continued to blackmail him and once she stepped over the line. She sent a couple of boys to kidnap Hea in New York just to get ahold of Hoseong. Fortunately Hoseong rescued Hea in New York without any knowledge of the situation to his siblings with the help of the Yorker and Noora gang. He had had enough of his behaviour and his patience gave way.

“Consider it done. I’ll have it set up within the hour. Just text me the details.” Ethan hung up and looked at Sasha. “We’ve got a window. Let’s use it.” ---——- Sean and Jey were hauled through a dark, industrial part of Ibiza, the place reeking of oil and smoke. The dim lighting cast shadows over the steel beams and broken concrete floors as they were dragged into the heart of a grim warehouse. The Rhodes brothers had made their lair here, deep in the underbelly of the city.

Chapter 34: The Cost of the Crown The Seaboard Point safehouse was a brutalist masterpiece of glass and reinforced steel, perched precariously on a jagged cliff overlooking the Atlantic. It was a place designed for isolation, where the roar of the ocean drowned out the whispers of conspiracy. When Jade pulled the interceptor boat into the hidden sea-cave dock beneath the house, her body felt like it was made of lead. The adrenaline that had sustained her through the lagoon chase was evaporating, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache.

Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening. But behind that frozen landscape, the dark battle was heating up. Clarisse was shot at the Holt network casino. Adrian shifts the blame to Vendrake. The police begin to smell Holt’s drug network. And—further in the distance—Evelyn Moreau and Reo finally find the most important crack.

I did the necessary thing the way I did all necessary things, cleanly, completely, without pleasure and without hesitation, and Zariah was three miles east in the stucco house with her back to a window and her father's Bible in her lap, and she did not watch it, and she did not sign it, and she did not pretend it hadn't happened. Isaiah Crowe did not leave the boat Second Chances. I did. Malik By the time the sun came up over Biscayne Bay, three things were true, and I stood at the stern of a borrowed skiff a mile offshore and watched all three of them arrive. Detective Rhee, four hundred miles north, was building the case of her career against eleven dirty cops and the late Isaiah Crowe's e