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"I...I don’t know. I think they locked it from the inside." He turned his gaze to me, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of unease. But I quickly pushed it aside. "Is my wife in there?" he asked. I nodded, my expression somber. "Yes. And... well, the thing is... people are saying she went in there with Elliot. You know, her ex-boyfriend from high school. They used to date, Hunter. I’m so sorry, but I thought you should know." His jaw tightened, but he gave nothing else away.

Even though Gio asked to look after the woman. Yes, that woman is Shaquelle, a woman who currently holds the status of the wife of a young businessman. If it weren't for revenge Jerry wouldn't have married a woman like that either. "Why should a woman like that be guarded? She has even made Gio die, if you forget Gam." Snorted Jerry "I remember you don't have to bother reminding me. And now I don't want your fate to be like Gio."

"Is that woman your new secretary? Who is she?" I arched an eyebrow in Clifford's direction as he gazed at me. He then looked at the woman who was looking at him. "No, she's my wife, and her name is Nishane Griffles." The woman exclaimed, "What the hell?!" in awe. "You heard me right." She gave my husband a wide-eyed look. "C-Clifford, no! That's not conceivable! You want me, right? I have a reason for having left, but now that I'm back, we can make things right. N-no!"

Thursday, November 22 19:06 HOURS Winter had finally arrived. Keegs, Marcello, and a few others had volunteered to work security at an annual private gala. So, I got to ride with Maxine. The aftermath of the Rottweiler shooting found me in a quick round with IAB. Whenever you discharged your weapon, an investigation was forthcoming. They asked about the circumstance, what conflict resolution tactic we used, and questions about the girls. The ER report said Keegan shot the husband in the bicep. Not that anybody cared. Even IAB shrugged it off.

"Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now." "Take the gun," Sven orders as he shoves a Glock in my hand. "Things are about to get messy, and we need to be ready to run," he demands. He reaches for the key and unlocks the internal door, and his turn of events shakes me. What does he know that I don't? Glancing down, I check the barrel to find it full before I move the gun around to assess its weight. I'm never much of a good shot, unlike Emma, but I can aim and fire without a second thought.

“And were you the one who had everyone wear white?” She grinned, pleased with herself. “That was per Mr. Clifford’s orders.” “Are you sleeping with my husband?” The woman beside her cleared her throat, and I saw the secretary’s face flush. I sighed and stared her down. “You’d better side with me, or you’ll lose your six-year job. As for Rarith… I’ll deal with her. If you like working at Clifford Enterprises and being my husband’s personal secretary, stick with me. I’m his wife. Mistresses don’t stand a chance. So if you’re one of them, you’d better get out of Gabe’s life. He’s not sleeping with anyone but me.”

“She has that effect on everyone, except her husband. Don’t worry, it will fade. Speaking of which, I recommend getting your shit together before you meet him. He’s an expert marksman. I don’t think he’s ever missed his target.” “Duly noted. Thank you for the heads up.” Who is this lady? A weretiger as a bodyguard and her husband is an expert marksman? Of course she’s married. Now I feel like even more of an asshole for ogling over her. I put my sunglasses back up and check my phone. No cell service. Great.

The sight of her husband bending another woman against his office desk and fucking her was so unbelievable and insane that a choked sob instantly left her throat. Never in her wildest dream did Loki ever saw something like this coming. And although she knew what she's seeing at this moment was real, she wished she was dreaming instead or at least imagining it. She wished that when she shut her eyes and reopened them, she would see Glen busy at his desk working on his laptop. "G-Glen," She sobbed, an unimaginable pain stabbing at her heart and threatening to break her apart. On realizing they had company other themselves, Glen and his woman stopped and adjusted their clothes. Then he turned t

the security guard quickly apologized. “Well, it almost took one minute before you arrived, but the alarm went off. I guess the program works well.” I was still speechless when Lake put his arm around my waist. “This is my wife, Maverick.” “Hello, ma’am,” the old man and the security guard said in unison. “Hi. Sorry for the trouble.” “Oh, no problem, ma’am. Mr. Winston barely comes to his house.” “Your house?” I turned to him, my eyes widening. “Then why did you do what you did?”

In less than two minutes, a few strong security guards came rushing in and dragged Georgia away, like hauling off a dead dog. “Simon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! Simon…” Her screams faded into the distance until they vanished completely. I unfastened my seatbelt and finally got out of the car. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor. I straightened my collar and walked into the elevator without looking back. As the elevator doors closed, I felt as if my messy past had been sealed off forever. After that, I never checked on Georgia again. Some people said they saw her begging under a bridge. Others said she was arrested for theft. Some even said she had go