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Her loins start to throb just thinking of the boy waiting without knowing for her touch. “I know you prefer your red wine.” Thomas handed the glass to her before letting his arm circled around her waist pulling her against his stomach. “Feel my power Aiwa.” He instructed. Looking into his already bloodshot eyes she used her free hand to slide over his huge stomach in search of his already bulging penis. She slowly brushed across him feeling him grow some more. “We need to talk Thommo.” “Play with me a bit,” he instructed. “I want it in you.”

Adrenaline is coursing through my veins, and Thomas is a breath of fresh air and a ray of light. Rather than arguing, I listen to him and pack the few things I do have here, haphazardly throwing everything in my suitcase. It's mostly workout clothes anyway so it's not like it will wrinkle. "Leave that!"Thomas barks when I want to pack up the laptop and the phone that never even rang. Not even one call from Alessandro. Maybe he's happy to be rid of me. If he gave one shit about me like I thought he did, he would've been here as soon as he knew I befriended Kaito.

He thanked the greater graces that Cassidy was quick on her feet and quickly made their exit, there was just one thing Thomas didn't understand. "And why did you bring him?" He nodded towards Teo. Warm Kansasan wind blew harshly once more, cumulonimbus clouds painted the far western sky. "Him has a name," Her sass kicked in, that wildfire simmering in her eyes. Teo glanced between the two before clearing his throat. "Mateo, or just Teo... Whichever you prefer sir..." "Thomas Witt," "Sir Witt." * "We don't have much," Cassidy smiled towards Mateo, quickly glancing at his scarred hands. "But it suffices."

He curled up in the cup, trying to ignore the smell of the cheeseburger. Thomas sighed and tapped on the glass. “Don’t be stubborn, boy. I know you like cheeseburgers, just turn back to your normal size, and I will give you one and a bottle of Coke to go with it. How does that sound? Huh?” Matteo looked at Thomas’s face, trying to read his expression. Was he lying? Was he trying to trick him? Matteo wished he could escape from the warehouse, but there was an electric leech on his wrist that shocked him every time he tried to run, and he hated Thomas for putting it on him and his brother and also for kidnapping them. But he was so hungry and thirsty that he could drink a river.

Grumbles blue eyes as he stomps off back towards Ike's house. "Sorry about him. He's just worked up." I look back to the tattooed guy, but don't change facial expressions. This was the first time I'd talked to anyone in the pack without Cleo or Ike around. I wasn't one for chit chat, especially not with stink eye giving wolves. But despite the fact that I didn't love how much these three insisted on touching my mate, they seemed to treat her quite well and got her talking and laughing. "My name is Thomas, that was Zach, and this is Noah." He smacks the guy's chest next to him, grinning at the strangled noise he guy makes.

“Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—” Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?” “Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him. Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling. “Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at Xavier, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I need ten grand. Like, right now.”

Tiara sat on the sofa,wearing a white shirt that originally belongs to Thomas,she calls for him asking him to bring the wine quickly. Thomas comes with a bottle of red wine and glasses in his hands,he is wearing only a sport pants. They drank wine,they talk about different things work,friendship and music, they kept avoiding any issue concerning family. Richards raises his glass up,he says he wants to give a toast to someone he knew.

I reply already trying to figure out how I can bring this unit back up to standard. “Thank you for everything you have done for my Pack,” I say to Thomas. He nods, before replying, “It does not come without a price.”. I raise an eyebrow, “Oh?” I ask curiously. “You have my mate. I want her,” he replies. “No deal. She attacked my Luna. You know what that means,” I reply coldly.

Python walked in, and he started reporting important information to Leo. "Very well, let's go. The contract has been signed successfully!” *** At the villa in the south of the city, the owner Thomas was smoking a cigar, on the table there were a lot of dollar bills with a denomination of 100 dollars. From time to time Thomas picked up a dollar bill from the ground and began to light his cigarette. He was engrossed in the smoke from his cigar when suddenly a cold wind blew. The wind made Thomas shiver. He stood up, about to get his coat, when he stepped on a dollar bill at his feet. The dollar bill was on the brick floor so it was quite slippery, causing him to fall forward, his head hitting

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.