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This looks like a perky college girl from some cheesy American teen movie and not some second generation Italian who knows the score and turns a blind eye to the underworld activities. ‘‘Why did he make you come here? And Mandy, is she Mico’s fiancée?’’ I blink at her, not getting this at all, I’m sure I could have survived one night without some random girl seeing me butt naked and dressing me in my own negligee. It was just a fever or, some viral infection, and I feel tons better this morning. Alexi overreacted and Mico, well, he just did as he was told and now he’s making sure he doesn’t get yelled at again. ‘’Well you were really sick. Mandy is a nurse, so we helped him get you comfortab

She’s got Anna with her, and I breathe a sigh of relief as Colt stands back up. Anna immediately levitates herself upside down over the print, and licks the snow. She quickly begins muttering in a language I don’t understand. Once she’s upright, her eyes dart mine. “It’s Mikey McGrath. I’m 100% sure. I got far too up close and personal with him and it’s a scent I now can’t shake. You meet a literal devil, and your nose can’t forget. This is bad. Angel let’s work on following his portal,” she says, as Angel nods.

____________________ Fiona’s POV Cool night air attacks my cheeks as Micah jumps down. My stomach drops but I don’t feel fear. Somehow, I know that no matter how steep the drop, Micah will keep me safe. Soon, he is landing on his feet, as graceful as a tiger. His superior Lycan strength allows him to not even break a sweat. I realize a beat too late that my arms and legs are firmly intertwined around him and I am hanging on to him like a baby koala. Blushing, I try to extract myself but he tightens his hold on me, not letting me go.

Eddie hissed, letting go of me but subtly putting his frame in front of me, "how many times do I have to tell you not to get drunk in front of your men. They will take advantage one day, Mickey." Mickey's grin instantly fell as he braced his large hands onto his desk with a primal growl, "Non stavo parlando con te." "Maybe I didn't want to be found," I cut in, "but then again, you knew exactly where I was and with who." "I did," Mickey agreed, that evil grin of his finding its way back onto his face, "I even know about your fake alias. I know many things about you." "And yet I know nothing about you."

One guy that had a blue mohawk along with a couple face piercings came over to me and leaned against the table. “So, this is the Moore girl people are talking about?” He asked. “It’s Triniti.” I told him. He crossed his arms and continued to look at me. “So, how did this play out?” He asked. “Two enemies got a fucking child on the way? Isn’t that fucking awkward?” “Quiet, Mickey.” A guy with long jet black dreadlocks told him. “You worried about the wrong thing.” “Really?” Mickey asked. “Nobody’s worried about this?”

After that, we soon got escorted back with the help of the men in charge of the escorts, and then we continued our chats. Surprisingly, she was actually more free and open-minded than I thought, and then I just couldn't help but question just how exactly someone like her is friends with someone like Mickey. They are practically opposite poles, she seems so sweet and light, definitely nothing like Mickey, he is certainly more mean and brutal. It just doesn't add up, or is she just putting up a facade in front of me right now. “So, Diane, how exactly are you friends with Mickey?” Her face instantly turned blank to my question as she avoided my gaze.

I signed the document and handed it to him and asked him to leave afterwards which he did. The thoughts of how I caught Fiona really fast rushed to my mind. I still feel shocked at myself for helping her out when I just want to avoid her in every way. The more I try to avoid her, the closer I get to her. I don’t understand what to say if she has used her spell on me or I’m actually the one acting that way out of my own will. I really need to figure this whole stuff out. “Andrew you scumbag, how could you leave the country without any trace.” Mikey stormed from the door looking furious.

, the Thor wannabe’s eyes lightened up, and he stood up to give me his hand, completely forgetting about Sienna. “And you are?” I gave him a strong handshake, much stronger than I should have, and he winced. I couldn't help it, the guy wanted to take my girl away. “Michi Anderson. I’a a huge fan”. “Yeah, you already said that. You guys don’t mind if I join in, right?”, I asked, already grabbing a chair to place between them and sitting down. “Honestly, we_”, Sienna tries to speak, but the guy cut her.

he flatters me and I swear a girl in the corner typing on a computer swoons. I look over to see Sebastian, Micah's assistant, and my friend, mouthing "Get a room" as he shakes his head playfully. The whole office seems to be carried away by our jovial spirit. I think nobody liked Andy. Strange, nobody seems to care where he's gone nor has anyone questioned why I've taken over his corner office. "You weren't trying to go without me?" Micah tickles me to mask his insecurities. For such a strong man, he has so many tiny moments of doubt where the little boy named Mickey peeks through.

My head snaps to the side and I stumble back, cheek burning. The room goes dead quiet for one second. Then it explodes. “You ungrateful little shit,” my father growls. His face turns red. “After everything I gave you? After I arranged this match with Tyler to secure your place in the pack?” I touch my cheek and laugh once, sharp and greatly annoyed now. “Arranged? You mean you pimped me out while you were busy screwing my fiancé behind my back. Real father of the year stuff, Marcus.” Tyler pushes off the wall, blood trickling down his temple. He looks pissed but there’s something smug underneath it. “Claire, calm down. You’re making a scene. This is why you need me. You always overreact.”