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Sean asked. "I said it was Colonel Zinn," Diego replied. "Good," Sean said. This approach spared him the trouble of lengthy explanations. After all, he preferred to keep his involvement with Melania and Blake to a minimum. "What about that guy? Has he confessed everything?" Sean cut to the chase. Since Diego had called him, it meant that the interrogation was wrapping up. "He spilled everything," Diego reported. "His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City."

“Was she OK?” “Lilly? Hell, yes. We got her to her feet and right away she drop-kicked one of them in the throat. Said that he’d tried to kiss her and his breath stank.” Naomi laughed. “This one.” He patted the scar on his chest. “Sex trafficker.” “What? Where?” “Right here in Denver, darlin’. A fucker named Kirk Jensen.” “Jensen? That name sounds familiar.” “It should. He’s notorious around these parts.”

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

Jeff asked in a low voice. “I don't care about the boy,” Vera suddenly said. “But if I have Finn, I have him too, right?” “Right,” Jeff said. “You get Finn back. Jojo will be mad. She'll come to me crying. We both have what we want.” “How are we going to do that?” Vera asked. “I have a lot of dirt on him,” Jeff said. “He has killed so many people. I know where at least hundreds of bodies of the people he killed are…”

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

“Are.” “Aren’t.” “Are.” “Am not!” Alissa stamped her foot. Jack laughed, “Besides, He knows I'll kill him if he touches you.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Did you threaten him?” Alissa asked. “Course,” Jack responded nonchalantly. “Jack! I wanted it off his back, I wanted to know if he liked me!” an indignation entered her tone, but part of Alissa was proud that Jack had taken it upon himself to threaten their own Alpha.

They are mafia who clearly will not have any conscience at all and will do rude actions regardless of whether the victim is a woman or a man. "If you want to kill me then just do it, as long as after my death you stop bothering Nicolas and Austin. They are good men and they don't deserve to be bothered like this. And I will not let you try to touch them at all if I find out about it then I can make sure you have to pay dearly for what happened!" "Never order me! Never tell me to do something you want because I will never accept it at all! You are a betrayal and I will never care about you! So stop saying things like you are the most deserving woman in the world because in my eyes you are a l