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Holding the phone in my hand it Began to vibrate again but this time with an unknown number. After a while of contemplating whether or not I should pick the call the vibrating ends and a new load of text message comes pouring in form the unknown number. +1 984-369-7779: hey its me Hugo +1 984-369-7779: Hazel gave me your number so I could check on you. +1 984-369-7779: I soo desperately wanted to go after you, to be with you and comfort you but Hazel wouldn't let me.

She had some slight makeup on and had red lipstick. She was a beauty with a lot of Ego. He checked her location and it brought it out. It was a street in Golden City. He then copied her phone number on his phone and dialed it. He just wanted to know if it was still working or not. Kimberly who was busy eating the pizza she ordered in sadness heard her phone ring. She picked up the phone and checked the caller to see it was an unknown number. She didn't want to pick up because she wasn't in the mood, then she remembered it could be one of the companies she has been to that promised to call her.

“Milli you said your godfather is a cop. Do you know the codes?” She thought it was a weird thing to ask. “Of course, I do. What girl from the hood doesn’t?” “My next call will be 10-36, possible 11-41. Do you understand?” Milli almost dropped the radio, whatever the next call was he didn’t want the girls to hear and he wanted her to have an ambulance come. She smiled instead as the girls stared at her and laughed as she answered. “Lloyd quit flirting with me and get your job done or I won’t make you any more cake.”

Kai went on the bed as Daryl and I surround Lance as we looked at the laptop screen. "So you were at home when you received the call right?". "Yes I was". "I tracked the call through a type of app and some technicalities and the call came from here, same place in Chicago". Daryl and I looked at each other. I don't understand. This person couldn't be linked to Amanda right? It just doesn't add up... "Ah, I finally got to hack into the private number. Now we can know what the actual number is. 9875773215169

“Okay, take it” “Hello, I will like to order a pizza” she said into the phone “Are you sure you called the right number? This is an emergency line” the receiver answered “Yes, I want a medium pepperoni pizza” Melanie coded “Is the person trying to harm you close to you?” he asked “Yes please, add chicken to it” “Does he have a weapon?” “Yes, extra chill” “The cops are on their way, what’s your address?” “Deliver the pizza to house 10, 2482 Morris Street”

I sat in my room confused as I brought out my phone to search the internet. Bryan was going to call in the evening because the phone sex contract would start tonight but I didn't have a single clue on what to do or how to have a phone sex conversation. "Oh Cindy Benson what have you gotten yourself into?" I thought and sighed. I probably would be done for after this. Bryan couldn't find out my secret. "No way I have to find a way around this" I concluded pulling myself together as i surfed the internet.

Once I dialed the number I waited patiently for him to pick up. "Who is this? What the hell do you want?" It was Liam's voice on the phone. I had forgotten how deep his voice goes when he's angry. "Liam..." I mumbled, my breath shaky -------- I had been in a meeting figuring out that the Viper mafia was the one who took Melody. They had the signature tattoo on their left arm of guess what a viper. I'd gotten a phone call from a place in Rhode Island. I don't know anyone from there. Maybe it is them asking for a ransom.

“Go ahead. Just press the icon that says NHT and find Michelle’s number.” “Does she know about us?” Creighton smiled as he glanced to her. “Yes, she does. I called her this morning and had her contact the company’s publicity department to prepare a statement for the press.” Sandra drew a deep breath and pressed the icon on his phone, finding the number and waiting with bated breath as the phone on the other end rang. “Bonjour Monsieur Ashford,” the sweet voice said on the other end. “Um, hello Michelle? This is Sandra Dennis.”

"My name is Candice, and if you can help me, Camila, give me any number so I can let a family member know about your situation. I nodded and squeezed the blanket on my warm body, the only thing within my reach. The only thing that prevented me from panicking once again. The aluminum of the blanket made noise when I took the first steps next to Candice, for the first time in long minutes aware of what I was doing. Passing through the automatic doors, I replied: “ 718-452-4280.”

Maya sat on the edge of the living room couch, her fingers still locked around her phone even after the dreadful video ended. The house buzzed with urgency—officers coming and going, Ron barking orders into his earpiece, and Damian coordinating a tactical response. But her ears were ringing with the image of her babies—tied up, helpless, with death ticking away by the second. Her phone vibrated again. Unknown Number. She answered it immediately. "Hello?!" A chillingly calm voice responded.