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I could just drive over there, right now. Inside, Charlene is already naked on the couch, sipping a glass of wine. I ignore her and head straight to the kitchen, pouring myself a double scotch. The alcohol burns down my throat, but it doesn’t distract me from the urge to text. I shouldn’t care what Norali is doing. She’s nothing to me—just a hot piece of ass with a sharp tongue. I finish my drink and, against my better judgment, open our chat. Her profile picture pops up, and it’s like a jolt of electricity straight to my brain. It's a feeling which fuels my intoxication.

Noir frowned and said in displeasure, “Even now, you’re still running your mouth. Looks like I’ll need to find a way to shut your mouth!” Then, he unbuckled his belt, took out his tool, aimed it at Kane, and started to urinate. Splash... With the crisp sound of urination, the liquid flowed in an arc into Kane’s mouth. Coincidentally, Kane had an ulcer in his mouth. It also just so happened that Noir‘s body heat was rather high these days. Kane shrieked and fainted on the spot. “Damn it.” Seeing this, Noir kicked Kane and said indignantly, “I’ve been saving this piss virginity for more than twenty years. You’ve really gotten lucky today.”

One week later… Noah sat on the couch, sipping alcohol and smoking cigarettes. His eyes were dark, red, and heavy, devoid of any emotion, only endless coldness on his face. His lips were tightly pursed. His long legs, clad in well-stitched black trousers, were casually crossed on the tea table in front of him. The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his strong and masculine chest. The sleeves were rolled halfway, and a sparkling silver watch adorned his wrist. His mobile phone on the table vibrated incessantly, but Noah leisurely leaned back, ignoring everyone's attempt to disturb his peace. He had finally taken revenge on Neel Dixon.

She walked to the room they always used, typed in the door code, and pushed it open. Moaning. Loud, breathless moaning. Aria stopped. Her heart thudded painfully. No… I’m drunk. I’m imagining things. Maybe he’s watching a video. Maybe… But she walked in anyway. And her world shattered. A blonde woman was on top of Evan, naked, riding him like she owned him. Evan held her hair with one hand, squeezing her breast with the other, his head thrown back, enjoying every bit of it. Aria’s bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, making them both turn.

"I know I messed up but I love you. Doesn't that count for something?" The doors started closing. "It used to count for everything," I said. "Now I don't know what it counts for at all." ... Café Noir was in SoHo. Dark wood. Dim lighting. The kind of place where people went to have conversations they didn't want overheard. I found the corner booth. A man sat there, perfectly still, watching the door like he'd been expecting me. Mid forties. Sharp suit. Silver at his temples. Eyes that missed nothing.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

I said. Shit! I cursed mentally. Why the hell did I say that? They burst out in laughter. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Are you done?" I asked coldly. "A girl against three gang members. You've got to be crazy." The silent one said, his voice deeper than the rest. "I'm not just 'a girl'." I confirmed. "Yeah right!" He said, rolling his eyes and removing his leather jacket, exposing a wolf tatoo on his built right upper arm. Hot!

Noire surely taking care of it by himself. Noire petting up the horse as we approach it. "Does it have a name?" Noire turn his gaze to me and nodded. "Bon. That's his name," ow, so it really have a name. "What era is this, Noire?"asking him out of the blue. Really Dulce? Era? You really think? I'm just confused. Maybe I travel through the time? Who knows- "We're in Gothic Era," Oh, Gothic that so nice!wait,what!?

Hayden pushed Natalia over to the couch so they could look at his laptop screen. "What did you find?" Hayden asked him. "Jon has been busy," Dorian said as he showed them the screen. He had found a chat room that was buried in the dark net. Jon had multiple posts of every woman he had killed, with the most recent uploaded about 30 minutes ago. Natalia felt sick as they looked at pictures he had posted of him cutting her up. He then showed a picture of the woman's torso, and carved into it was a message. Who will win?

SUMMER'S POV Dark Bird!! Are you seeing this group chat right now?? Girl, people are dragging you BADLY. Saying you seduced the big shot and that's why Noel gave him to you. Some of them are saying you've been doing that for months — stealing clients and getting special treatment. It's getting messy. You need to see this." A screenshot followed. I slowly opened it.