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They all thought it was going to be a random question which had no meaning. "Why can't we ask the names directly from her?" Stepheno said to him. Mr. Walton closed his phone and got up from his chair. "If she knew those people, do you think I would let them free for all this year. " He said, coming closer to Stepheno. Mr. Walton was a built man he was 6 '3 in height with grey hair but it also styled up in a very neat way and his appealing personality still best young men. Lorenzo came in between them and blocked both of them. Not because Stepheno can't stand a punch from Mr. Walton but he will never throw one back.

I smile a little at the memory and then hand my phone to Cleo. She takes it and zooms in on him, “Holy shit, I apologize Jameson. You were not exaggerating. Jesus. He’s huge. And check out that ink. Are those actual prison tattoos?” She asks me. “Some of them, yeah. He was in a few times," I reply with a shrug. “Let me see!” Luna says and grabs the phone. “Forget the ink, look at those muscles. And that jawline. This guy is seriously hot. You know, in a dangerous kind of way.” I roll my eyes and reply, “There are more like him at WestSide. I’m sure I could find you one.”

Matteo asked. He looked at the food and winced, choosing to pick up the wine glass again. His throat was getting awfully parched just looking at how dried out the supposed beef ribs were. Swinging his head back, he took another swig of the wine. "It seems like Caleb Walton isn’t over his ex-wife," he subtly prodded. "You might want to warn your friend about it."

The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private after-party. She found something far more consuming. The private gate opened. Jamal “J-Rex” Thompson, the world-famous Black NBA superstar and music mogul, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Victoria turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the celebrity version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.”

Jaxson must feel my anxiousness because the next thing I know he has a hold of my hand running his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry, my queen. Everyone will love you.” His kind words manage to relax me a little and I begin to feel better. We pull up to the pack house and climb out of the truck to so many people, Jaxson comes to my side and wraps his arms around me and guides me to the front stoop he turns us to face everyone and manages to quiet everyone without saying a word. Then he looks out to everyone, takes a deep breath, and says, “Fellow Red Crest pack members, I know many of you are wondering who this beautiful she-wolf is beside me, and I am here to inform you that this beautif

I have seen her around him every time I have run into him. “Oh goody, they finally showed up. I couldn't let you bring in your birthday without the people who mean the most to you. Don't worry about the girl with your love flame. That's his cousin.” She yelled over the music. Jordyn was just as excited. “Oh, she better be just his cousin. I don't mind making werewolf stew.” Jordyn cracked up and waved me off. In two years, Javonte had filled out. The way his black polo shirt outlined his pecs and his sleeves hugged his biceps. His brown eyes snapped to mine. Lost in a daze, my body yearned for him. Everything about him turned me on.

Salome spat. Stacy smiled. "Finally, the real you," she said, smiling as she returned to her seat. She continued to smoke, watching Salome. --- Valentino noticed some of the female mobsters watching Jaxon train with a gun. The equipment he wore and the serious expression on his face made him look undeniably attractive. "Look at him. I heard he's Mr. King's cousin." "So fucking hot." "Mr. King is hotter, but he's unapproachable."