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“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

I held Creed's hand as we just sat in silence. I didn’t know what to say, and I’m sure he didn’t either. He just rubs my hand with his thumb and I can feel him looking at me. I wouldn’t dare try and make eye contact because I know I’ll start crying again. I don’t want to cry anymore, so I did this. I killed him so what gives me the right to feel bad about it. hearing a knock on the door didn’t surprise me, I figured Alex would come in trying to see if he could help in any way. Creed let’s go of my hand placing it softly on my leg. Standing up he goes into the bedroom to get the door when no one enters. But to my surprise the one person I wasn’t expecting to show up did. Grams, she stood at t

"Your majesty...." Elder Nahele is still speaking when Gemma Jett stepped in unexpectedly holding a basket of fruits. Alex frowned at him, one thing he hates the most is being interrupted when he is having a serious conversation. Gemma Jett noticed his displeasure and started fidgeting with the basket of fruits in his hands. "Your majesty, welcome back to the kingdom" Alex nodded his head at him, and turned to Elder Nahele. "How did you know I left the kingdom, I thought I hadvsealed the news"

I instructed. Adam nodded in affirmation picking up her phone. “Follow him closely but do not get involved until he gets in trouble,” she instructed over the phone. “Let's go back home,” I commanded. The driver nodded in affirmation and started the car. I looked back at Micheal as he tried to fight the people dragging him away, Joan stood there, her mouth open as though she had seen a ghost. Well…she has seen a ghost…who wouldn't be shocked after seeing a man that was involved in a car explosion and you saw his body to confirm his death.

Doctor Jimenez took a wipe and she used it to wipe the gel on my stomach and then she came out of the room silently. It was nerve-wracking lying in the bed and Michael still hasn't spoken a word. I don’t know what to say and I’m so nervous and embarrassed to look in his direction because I don’t want to see the anger and maybe the disappointment in his face. I just clenched my fist at the extreme anger I feel right now about myself. I can't believe that this is happening to me right now. I was slowly moving on with my past but it keeps on crawling back to me and now, it crawls back with a reminder.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I responded with practiced ease, empty affection, my cold lips pressed against his with precision. When he drew back, satisfaction glowed in his eyes. “Soon, we’ll destroy them. Together.” I nodded, my fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest. “Kael first. He is not going to get away with anything that he's done. I want to look him in the eye as he takes his last breath.” He smiled darkly, nodding in agreement. “He'll pay for what he's done to you, my love.” I turned away, staring back out over the devastation. He had no idea what he'd truly resurrected, the monster he had created.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

I say but I realized I actually did sign up for it, I did put my signature on all those papers, I had to, I had no other choice. "Is that so?" Elijah asks with a smirk, he placed his index finger under my chin, then held my face in place. "Don't touch me!" I retorted pulling my face away, only causing him to pull me in harshly, but not enough to hurt me. He held my face in place, his eyes searching mine, he's just like everyone else, I had not one doubt or redemption feelings. He was Elijah Camorra, the son of Luca Camorra, a dreadful man in the world wealth and budsiness, but I doubt they could beat my father at the game of ruthless and pain.