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Freddy threatened, he stood up from the wooden chair and buttoned up his blazers. “I’m sure you will, you’re the almighty Freddy after all, take it easy if it’s a newbie,” Fisher teased, he also stood up after gulping down the remaining whiskey in his cup. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’ve entered that woman twice, my balls are really itchy Ryan,” Freddy complained, staring at Diana as she served drinks to customers. “I can’t wait to look down at her while she remove the itchiness,” he added and started towards the exit of the bar.

He stood up, humming a tune as he headed back to the room. Paige called from inside, "I want grilled ribs! Two racks of them!" "Alright, I'll buy them for you right away," Steve replied gently. I remained seated on the cold floor, the blood on my face already dried. After what felt like an eternity, I took my phone from my pocket and dialed a long-forgotten number. The call connected almost instantly. "Addie? Is that you?" "Ian Doyle," I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I have a video of Steve in a pigsty. Can you help me spread it?"

Sweat streamed from his scalp, pooling in the folds of his neck, staining what Easy knew to be his only good shirt. Easy turned away from Freddie, focusing all his attention on his empty scotch. “Why you set yo’ sights so high, my man?” Fat Freddie continued. He never could take a hint. “There’s plenty o’ girls willing for not a lot o’ coin. You can get seconds. Or fifths.” Easy Street shook his head. “Not my scene, man. You dig?” “I’ve got some top-dog giggle-smokes, man. C’mon outside for a minute,” replied Freddie.

The guy on red hair said sarcastically to Nile “Shut the hell up” Nile said to him, “Guys, these are Nile's friends” Amy pointed at the five guys, “This is Felix and he's twin with Freddo, and this is Kelvin he's twins with Melvin and here is Venom, he's Nile's cousin” “Princess, don't tell me you got to know all these people in one night?” Dante asked dragging Amy to his side “Hmmm” Amy nodded “They are cool too and fun to be with”

The tightness and heat were too excruciating. She stripped off everything attached to her body, not caring about anything anymore. She wanted to feel free, wanted to forget everything, and wanted to escape the pain that was crushing her. Breathing heavily, Selena fell back on the soft bed, her eyes beginning to close, letting the hangover take her deeper and deeper into the darkness. Before long, Dominic Varela Hawthorne had just stepped out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel when his eyes caught something that shouldn't have been there.

Sapphire exclaimed. Ruby shrugged. "I just want to get drunk." She bit her lip when she remembered what happened the last time she got drunk. "So, are you free tonight?" She chuckled softly. "Okay. I will tell Emerald so we can all go together." "Okay. So, I can also twist her neck for giving my number to Archie." She said. "By the way, thanks Sapphire." She ended the call. Upon stepping out of the elevator, she immediately headed to the canteen.

She needed a quick break. “Freddie, I’m heading to the loo. Can you cover for me?” she called out to the other bartender, who gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing. I’ve got it,” Freddie replied, taking over her station. Furina navigated through the dimly lit hallway that led to the restroom. The pulsating lights from the club barely reached the hallway, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the stress of her recent troubles when a drunken man stumbled into her path.

After getting divorce at noon and parting ways with Jefferson, Freddy met up with Bruce and Tommy, and had never left their side till then. "Except for the two of them, is there anyone else who can prove that?" Tommy and Bruce were Freddy's close friends so Jefferson was worried about the authenticity of Freddy's words. He thought that it would be best to have more alibis to prove his credibility. As long as Freddy did not commit the murder, he must find strong evidence to prove his innocence. Freddy thought for a moment and said, "We were at Chilling Tea House the whole time. The waiters there can be my witnesses."

I said, clearly sarcastic. The worker lowered his head. “I’m really sorry, ma’am. We shouldn't have let anyone into your room without your permission.” “Sorry? You let a stranger into my room in the middle of the night!” I snapped, frustrated. The worker looked confused. “But... isn’t he someone you know?” “I don’t know him.” “He’s... not your husband?” His expression turned into panic. Hearing that word—husband—I froze. Is that what Freddie told the hotel staff to get in?

"That's a new one. Alright, off you go. Try not to acquire any more injuries tonight, yeah?" As she watched him wobble out, Freya sighed and braced herself for whatever drunken mishap would come through the door next. It was going to be a long night. The door swung open and Ellie popped her head in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Got a live one for you, Frey. Thirty-four-year-old male, and get this - not pissed off his arse." Freya's eyebrows shot up. "On a Friday night? What is he, a bloody unicorn?"