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Now that Chloe was out of the way, Veronica took aim again at Nicki. "Jon get out of the way," Veronica shouted. Jonathan had Nicki in a stranglehold and flipped him over, so they were both on their backs with the naked Nicki on top. Nicki clawed at Jon's vice grip, gurgling and choking and trying desperately to get free.

Very kind of you . ' She spoke a little breathlessly. You understand I - I am staying with relations , and and ... " Don't worry , I won't get in the way , he retorted , amused at her flounderings . The funny little soul was so transparent if she did but realize it . It would not be easy for her to hide anything . She was afraid that Donald would resent a stranger , as he very probably would . But Donald was going to get the shock of his life presently . " I haven't congratulated you yet on your very good fortune , ' Jerry said . " What are you going to do with all that money ? ' " It - it will mostly be spent on the estate , I suppose , ' she replied . ' Really I ' t given it a thought . B

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He don’t look as mad as he looked before, but he still looks tensed. “What about Wesley?” I ask softly. “He was the one watching the show.” He says easily. “Yes, how did you know?” I grin. “Oh please, give me some credit. I’m not that dumb. That guy is obsessed about this show.” Sterling says and we all laugh. Everyone except Jason. Jason has a daring look in his eyes. He looks like he is about to cause chaos. “I personally don’t like it.” Jason says. I knew it, this man wants to get himself killed.

The thought of a traitor in his ranks—or worse, in his life—gnawed at him. “Could be a leak,” Marcus said cautiously, meeting his gaze. “Or they’ve got tech that outmatches ours. Either way, this was planned down to the second. Maybe for years.” A junior analyst, Ethan, hesitated before speaking. “Sir, we’re picking up encrypted chatter on police frequencies. A disturbance in Midtown—multiple units dispatched. The encryption’s military-grade, not NYPD.” “Pull it up,” Grayson ordered. Ethan projected the audio. A garbled hum filled the room. It wasn’t routine. It was deliberate. Someone was hiding something—and it wasn’t just the kidnappers.

‎The rest was drowned out by laughter. ‎I was close to my office door when something in me shifted. ‎Instinct. ‎Something was wrong. ‎My phone rang. ‎A notification. ‎I thought it was Ryo. ‎But it was an unknown number. ‎I opened it. ‎A picture loaded. ‎Ryo. ‎Tied to a chair. ‎Scared. ‎Looking straight into the camera. ‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5. ‎ ‎

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Cautious, I approached the door, the chill from the metal peephole seeping into my bones as I peered through it. A man stood there, tall and imposing, an aura of authority radiating off him. He was a stranger, his features etched with purpose and something unreadable that sent a shiver down my spine. "Who are you?" My voice was a mix of curiosity and wariness as I kept the door firmly shut. "Jonathan," he answered, his tone even, almost soothing. "I was sent by Michael."

“This is not about him. This is about our sisterly relationship.” “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m the one who slept with a stranger and refused to take a morning-after pill. And that wasn’t on purpose. I had slept with Zion a couple of times and I didn’t get pregnant. I thought I wasn’t a very fertile lady so a night with a stranger without protection was probably nothing. But it’s cool. I can’t imagine living a life without Ryan in it. He is my greatest blessing of all.” “The stranger’s sperm was definitely stronger than Zion’s own.”

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.