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The group wasn’t dancing anymore, but because they were tired and lazy, they just sat at their designated table and drank. “Are you from Batangas, Jeff?” Sasha asked. Jeff nodded. “No. I only stay here during my vacation leave.” “What is your job? How did you get to know Tito Franco?” Ashlee asked. “What his job is, it’s my job as well,” Jeff simply said. “How old are you?” Belle asked. “What do you think?” said Jeff.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

she announced her naive outlook on life pulling a laugh from me and I turned to see Britt doing the same as I closed the door lifting Aria into my hold. "Can we go see?" she asked the hope in her voice leaving me even more amused as well as reminding me that the men outside once didn't understand violence or saw the bad in the world too. "A next day baby, it's too late now," Britt promised, preserving her innocence as I placed her on the bed before getting in. "Ok, can I sleep with you and Jazzy?" she asked getting under the covers knowing her mother wouldn't say no.

Brittany was looking down at her phone when she noticed someone entering the box and looked up to see Jeff and Kourtney, she happily stood up to greet them and put her arm around Kourtney's shoulder. "Kourtney, Jeff, you're finally here!" Kourtney looked her up and down, "What are you?" Brittany smiled and stood a little further away, then turned around in front of Kourtney, and at the end, threw a wink at Kourtney: "How's that? Is it good?" Jeff, standing at Kourtney's side, spoke directly: "It would be better if he didn't open his mouth!" Brittany gritted her teeth and glared at him, "If you don't speak, no one will take you for a mute!"

The inhabitants of Chapter 87 embraced these opportunities, voicing their concerns, sharing their ideas, and collectively working towards solutions that benefited the entire community. One of the most transformative initiatives in Chapter 87 was the creation of community-led projects. Nathan and Miranda encouraged residents to identify areas of improvement within their neighborhoods and empowered them to take action. From renovating public spaces to organizing educational programs and cultural events, these projects brought people together, fostering a sense of ownership and pride in their communities.

I think on those days he’s gotten in trouble for messing up his accounts. I can’t think about that, though. Most of the time, our life is comfortable. We live a pretty meager life in the largest city in the country, but no one knows that our existence is so pitiful. Jeff spends most of his salary on appearances, and we have a lot of credit card debt as well. His boss, Braxton Merriweather, is a billionaire. He throws lavish parties and invites people from his company to join him. Jeff never misses a chance because he wants to be a part of that world, even though we really are not. We come from a small town in the midwestern part of the country, thousands of miles from here. Worlds from here.

“I…” “You let me believe you.” Her breathing came out uneven. “I told you something that I never told anyone. I let you see a side of me that nobody else knows, because I thought for one second that you could actually understand me in a place like this one. But how pathetic am I?” She let out a bitter laugh and looked away from me. “How dumb was I to trust that whatever you said was true?” “Nikita…”

Brittany was the head cheerleader, the daughter of the town’s wealthiest developer, and a girl who had made it her life’s mission to remind me that I didn't belong in Blackridge’s elite circle. "I heard your mom finally caught a break and married into that trashy MC," Brittany said, stopping in front of me with her hands on her hips. Her "friends" stood behind her, smirking. "Is it true? Are you living in a clubhouse now? Does it smell like grease and failure?" "Move, Brittany," I said, my voice dangerously low.

CHAPTER 6 Though he rarely roamed the streets this late, Jeff couldn’t help but think the neighborhood was unusually quiet. He had no watch to check the time, but he doubted it could have been past ten. Mrs. Brannigan, Mr. Leery—hell, even mid-forties Mr. Cooper—he expected their houses to be dark; but the Loft’s should have been awake. They were recent college graduates, and it was Friday night. Maybe they’re at a friend’s. He crossed the walkway to his house.