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Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

Recommend moving the timeline up. He locked the phone, slid it into his pocket, and closed the bookshelf. A moment later, the office door clicked shut, and the lock threw from the outside. I waited three minutes before I finally breathed out, my forehead leaning against the cool glass of the window. My legs felt hollow. Compliant. Asset. M.

I set them aside for later. Then I reached deeper into the bag and pulled out the books I hadn’t recognized. Several of them were small, leather-bound volumes. Journals. I flipped open the first one and saw pages filled with my mother’s neat handwriting. My breath caught. I closed it gently and placed the journals beside my bed. I would read them later. When my head wasn’t spinning quite so much. There were two larger books left. The first one was heavy. Very heavy. The moment I lifted it, something strange happened.

This wasn’t extortion money or collections, this was a straight-up mission into fire. “You’ll be my personal man for this,” Carnito said. He reached into his coat and produced a slim black object, an old-school burner phone, and tossed it across the table. “You work only when I call, you answer only me. No side deals. You get that diamond, you get what you want. You fail…” He let the sentence trail, and the silence filled in the shape of consequences. “I get it.” I kept my face bland, but inside a dozen gears meshed. This was an escalation, not just in danger but in trust. To be ‘personal man’ meant walking front and center in whatever storm he brewed.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

She quickly kicked Sandford's knee as a sign to tell him to talk to distract Liam. "I... I... just followed Audrey's wishes," Sandford said haltingly. "I was talking to another friend of mine, when Audrey gave me the key to this room and said that she would wait for me here. I didn't know she would trapped me to sleep with her." Audrey glared at Sandford, angry and furious, but there was nothing she could do. Sandford is still Sandford, a trash human who will never turn good. His mentality has been formed into a trash mentality that is difficult to repair and he meets another trash, namely Rica, making them suitable for hanging out together.

Hunter didn’t argue, but I could tell he wasn’t happy about it. I escaped to the library after lunch, desperate for a moment of peace. Books were the only thing that never betrayed me. I ran my fingers along the shelves, scanning the titles. As I reached for a book, I felt a presence behind me. I tensed. “You didn’t tell him,” Ryder’s voice whispered in my ear. My entire body went cold. Slowly, I turned to face him. He stood too close, his expression unreadable. “I don’t owe you anything,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

I have been friends with the president since college. Sherly couldn't help but worry. "Dad, it's not the president." "Then who?" "The target? The president's wife." Hideous' breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with the implications of such a dire threat. "How did you come by this information, Sherly? Are you certain?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Sherly's response was swift and resolute. "There's a ledger in the underworld, Dad. It contains the names of those seeking to hire hitmen," she explained. "I traced it back to Joseph Santos. He's behind this."

His lower lip trembled, as his blue-green eyes remained stiff on me with shock. I let go of his collar and steadied his stirred poise back on the ground. Brushing a hand over his shirt, I explained, “Now that you’re calm, listen to this thoroughly. The Callahans have signed with us, and while I was injured, Pietro and Rione took the liberty to get the Bandidos to sign with us as well. You better get this inside that fat skull of yours.” Pietro informed, “Matteo Rossi mailed. Our alliance is officially off with the Outfit, too.”