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Shiloh cried so hard. I stood up to comfort her. When I'm near, she fainted. I rushed to catch her. I carried her to the sofa and lay her down. I stared at her face. This is the girl who punched me fifteen years ago because she believed that I killed her mother. I just arrived at the mansion to report for the OJT at that time. I heard them arguing from the kitchen when I heard a gunshot. I run to the kitchen where the sound came from and Mr. Hansen put the gun in my hand. That's when Shiloh entered and saw me with a gun in my hand. How can I forget it?

Each drop was a reminder of what had been stolen from Luke. By three in the afternoon, the room was full again. The pack had arrived in force. Members of the hockey team, massive men with scarred knuckles and thick necks, crowded the hallway. They didn't speak loud. They stood in a silent vigil, their scents blending into a singular, predatory musk. Coach Daniel Carter pushed through the crowd, his face a mask of weary anger. He looked at Cass. "He awake?" "Napping," Cass said. Carter looked at the tube and winced. "I’ve seen a lot of hits in my time. That wasn't hockey. That was a hit job."

Her head slightly downturned as she tugged on her left earlobe praying the day ends without violence of any kind. The splash of hot coffee on Amy's chest caused her to impulsively take few steps back. He scowled. “Why do you always act like such an idiot? Why is this too hot?” his eyes bulged in anger. "I am sorry. I didn't mean..." "Shut up!" He sneered as his jaw clenched visibily. "You never do anything right. You get the most expensive things from me yet you are worse than use*less!" Amy's eyes instantly became moist. That moment, she wished the earth would open it's doors to bury her beneath it.

I was getting ready to party. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. Decided on my deal already?” Viktor’s mocking voice started burning through my core, but I had to stay calm. I might have gotten myself into more than I can handle. My eyes strolling over the plus minus 25 trained men circling behind Viktor, the two men I know too well alongside him and I could almost feel the four red laser dots burning away through my backside.

While Oritha counted down for the effects to wear off, Sasha would fire shots continuously to distract the boss while changing her sniping spot and listening out for Oritha in the smoke so there would be no accidental friendly fire. After Oritha got rid of the adverse effect, the duo pummelled Huff N Puff within minutes. Zen watched with amazement how they skipped most of the boss’ trigger phases. Sasha landed a barrage of critical shots, and Oritha’s melee attacks cancelled any attack sequences. It wasn’t a seat-grabbing fight, but it was an eye-opener for the gamer. “What did he drop?” Zen asked curiously after Oritha announced the boss was dead.

The two men’s pondering was interrupted when the door to Noah’s room opened to reveal the lethal image of Noah, wearing nothing but cute, small, mini swim shorts. Critical hit! Target Levi and Target Trey suffered 10,000 points of damage!!

Sam saw Claire rushing out of a tent, clutching a child tightly in her arms as she shouted orders, helping evacuate others. "Claire!" Sam shouted, running toward her. … At that moment, a stray shell struck a nearby tent, sending flames shooting skyward. Sam could only watch as a burning beam hurtled toward me. "Watch out!" He threw himself over me and the child, shielding us with his body. Agonizing heat seared across his back, but he barely noticed. He just held me tightly, the same way he had once shielded me from a deadly car crash in my past life.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

' "Life is unfair, right?" I looked beside me, and my chest heated up at the sight of Jason, in his team's jersey. A green jersey with white stripes on the arm, with 'Predator' inscribed in front of it. His helmet was in his arm, so I presumed he was either heading to the ice hockey rink, or leaving. Wait... Did Jason Wolff... the unreachable Jason just talked to me? My chest pumped up and down with my heart beating loudly against it as he closed the distance between, sitting right next to me, and gazing into space.