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I ask Kylian and Jayden. Kylian groans and shifts, same with Jayden. The masked men are three, Kylian knocks out one, easily. He joins Jayden to subdue the other one. I’m left alone with the one who had a knife on Justin’s throat. “This should be fun.” My wolf chuckles, knowing he’s going to rip this one into pieces. He holds a tight grip on his knife, swinging it aimlessly at me. My wolf dodge each swings, attacking back with his sharp claws, leaving marks.

Karl Westman: Hi there. I just logged in and saw your green dot. I've made it to London for the Games and hope we can reconnect while I'm in town. Just got in yesterday morning, actually. Still recovering from jet lag. :/ How are you? Karl... He'd found me on F******k shortly after the funeral and we'd chatted a tiny bit since then. I remembered he said his company was sending him for the Games, and Jess had reminded me too. She was disappointed, really, that she wasn't able to come with him, as she was a huge sports fan. The

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

he insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. Bjorn’s patience snapped. "Eh, Karol! Do you count me as a joke?" His voice boomed through the room, causing Karol to flinch. Bjorn’s eyes burned with fury as he stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. "Do not tease my patience! Bring her here right now!" Karol felt his world spinning, the pressure mounting with every second. He glanced at Ingrid, who looked equally terrified, her eyes pleading with him to find a way out. But what could they do?

Karl had been my friend and business partner for a while and I never saw him this serious and dedicated to finding something. He was behaving like the girl was his family, and I wasn't judging, maybe he just wanted to punish that scum. I may be wicked, manipulative, cold and cunning, but I wouldn't sexually assault a woman, unless we're having rough play and she consents. What that guy did to Val's friend is disgusting and unacceptable. “Bingo,” Karl said, turning the laptop to face me. He never fails. Arman's details, age, occupation, nationality, everything was there. Finally, we could plan how to strike.

Suddenly, a large man with wavy blonde hair walks out of the forest wearing jeans, boots, and a coat. "It's him. I know it's him." I say as I see the way he's staring at Jill. "Hello." The man says. I look at Jill excitedly. She looks a little frozen. "Hello." She finally says. She's lucky I was getting ready to use some dust on her and make them kiss. They need to speed this up a little. "I'm Karl. What's your name?" He says while moving closer to Jill. "I'm Jill. What are you?" I try not to giggle. I knew it was true.

“Finally there is one completely sane taxi driver! I have to hang up, Karl. See you later." "Yes. Be careful on your way home." Karl hung up the call, stuffing his smartphone back into his inner jacket pocket. Humming, he entered his car. His hands turned on the music player in his car, played Antonio Rossini's Barber of Seville instrument, then left the area while enjoying the classical music. ***

“ D….Dear ?…....Welcome back “ said Laura . “ I am back my darling . “ said mr Karlo and went near his wife then hugged her . “ How was your day today ? “ asked Laura with a smile . “ Actually…….it was quite an interesting day . “ said mr Karlo . Laura looked at her husband a bit confused then noticed the cut on his jacket . “ What happened ? Why is your jacket cut ? “ asked Laura with a worried expression . “ Nothing serious . I met today with Damian Wright . On our meeting we suffered a little attack from the outsiders . “ said mr Karlo . “ Outsiders ?…..What happened Karlo ? “ said Laura with a doubtful expression thinking that her husband wasn’t telling her the whole story .

His skin was dark, unhealthily dark and wrinkly, his nose crooked — an evidence that his face had been pummeled in a few times — and Emerald could see a snake tattoo peeking beneath his jawline. One of his striking features was his hairless head; Carl Johansson was bald — a characteristic he shared with the other gang members in the room, except the chicle woman, who was sporting a flashy orange mohawk with both sides of her head cleanly shaved. “Well, if it isn't my dearest daughter. I've missed you so much, sweetheart.” Carl's gravelly voice echoed round the small room. He stared longer at Emerald, a slow grin creeping up on his face as he opened his arms, seemingly asking for a hug. “It's