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“How about it, Mr. Clarke? Are you going to continue now? Let me tell you. In this world, the person who can fight against the Hull family has not been born yet!” Vinci had a cold smile on her face, looking all high and mighty. Her eyes were filled with mockery. Seeing that Vinci had the upper hand at this moment, Flint, who was being supported by someone to the wheelchair, immediately sneered. He raised his middle finger at Philip and provocatively said, “Philip Clarke, you trash! I’m waiting right here, why don’t you come and get me? I’m waiting for you to kneel and beg for my mercy! Hahaha!”

“You’re right. I know Flame, I know what he can do yet I rush to my actions that are almost our baby will be damn. I’m sorry—” “No, Ma’am Christine!” We looked at the newcomer, Vince. “It hurts to think that you don’t trust us. The pain here,” he even pointed to his chest where his heart was. “I can understand if you lose confidence in the Boss Yuichi’s fight, because when you lose, he does nothing if not cry. But you are losing your trust in us? That hurt so much.” Vince approached Dylan and Vince hugged Dylan and cried on Dylan’s shoulder. I can’t help being emotional. Even though Vince was joking, he stated the truth. Maybe that’s how they feel, that I doubt them although they taught me e

“It wasn’t like that—” “Don’t you dare lie to me!” Vince roared, his voice echoing through the room. He took a step forward, fists trembling at his sides. “I stood by you through everything. Through the dirt, the blood, the betrayals—we built our empire together. And this is how you repay me?” Selene shot up, placing herself between them. “Vince, stop! You don’t understand—” “Oh, I understand perfectly,” Vince snapped, his eyes never leaving Corey. The veins in his neck stood out, his wolf stirring beneath the surface. “You always thought you were the better one. Smarter. Sharper. But I see now—you’re just desperate. Pathetic.”

Her loathed enemy… the ruthless leader of the Black Saints Mafia… a man with such a mighty presence; is holding on to her so desperately, face buried deep into her neck. It was shocking, unheard of, groundbreaking, brain-melting… but really what the hell is going on?! She shivers at Vincent's next words. "W-what have you done to me, Flavia…" His eyes shut and trails into a deep slumber. * * * If you are enjoying this book, don't forget to leave a gem vote or review. It supports me a lot Thank you!

As Nile caught her gaze, he smiled and raised his drink towards Kevin and the latter responded by lifting his own glass of alcohol, grinning. "Nile is a nice guy, isn't he?" "Yes," Her response was short but her eyes softened at the sound of his name, and Kevin quickly picked up on it. Despite the frustration bubbling within him, he attempted to conceal it. Ruining things again was not an option. He did not want to sabotage their progress. Besides Kevin trusted her, and Nile too but he couldn't trust himself. He knew he was a freak, always needing to be in control and possessive of what he deemed to be his.

“Yes, sir. We will get right to it.” Vince looked at the news and frowned. Emmy was headed to City C, and even before she arrived, there was already a scandal about it. From everything that was written, he could already guess who was behind it. He squeezed the pen in his hand, and with a ‘clack!’ the pen broke into pieces. Vince stood up and took his coat. At the same time, he called his assistant, Tom, “Book me the next flight to City C.” “Boss, did something happen?”

Let's review what we've got. They settled into the briefing—Vince at the head of the small table, Nia beside him, Vardo looming across like an unwelcome storm cloud. She walked them through the address, her voice steady as she highlighted key sections on countering cyber threats and alliances. Vince leaned in occasionally, his knee brushing hers under the table by accident—or was it? The contact was electric, a spark that made her pussy clench involuntarily. She imagined his hand sliding higher, fingers tracing the seam of her skirt, but she shoved the thought away, glancing at her notes.

, Noah spoke with gritted teeth while looking at Vincent with piercing eyes. Vincent scoffed, “That’s your job, not mine. But I want that Mafioso as soon as possible” He spoke in a hoarse voice while shooting daggers at Noah. He then stood up from the chair and left the room while shutting the door with a loud bang. ~~~❤~~~ End of tenth chapter. Thankyou guys. Do vote for my book and support me🥰 Love you all.💞

Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles. A loud crash echoed behind them. Another book had fallen, heavy as a coffin. This one spilled fire instead of blood. Golden flames flowed from its pages, spreading across the shelves and casting an eerie glow throughout the aisle. Camela turned around, as her heart raced. “What…what is that one?” she asked. Vincent’s face went pale, and his fire flickered. “It’s mine,” he replied. The book opened with a sharp crack, and its pages bled with his essence: his fire, his chains, and the smile he wore when he pulled her into the hall…with the threads he had wrapped around her wrists.

Living quietly in the same place where everything had happened. That wasn’t normal. People who lost everything usually left. Started over somewhere else. Why hadn’t she? Tiana paced the living room while Vince watched her. “He’s reading about me right now,” she said. He didn’t ask how she knew. He just nodded. “Yes.” She stopped. “Is this where we lose control?” Vince stood. “No. This is where he thinks he’s gaining it.” She stared at him. “And he’s wrong.” Voss picked up his phone.