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Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

the ground crew asked coldly. "My name is Alan Walker. My father is Harry Walker," Alan said slowly and smiled. The ground crew's expression changed when he heard Harry's name. "Mr. Walker, it's you. Please continue with what you were doing. We shall not bother you." The ground crew forced a smile upon his face, and quickly left with the others. The flight attendant was shocked by what she saw. Was there any law and justice here? "Who can save you now?" Alan sneered at Frederick.

Her scream was still echoing when an immense force blasted the canyon entrance wide open. I whirled around, my heart in a vice. Rhett stood silhouetted against the crimson glow of the sunset, his face obscured. The ferocity rolling off him made the very air quiver. Arrayed behind him, a formidable line of elite wolf guards. The world seemed to hold its breath. "Rahhh!" A roar thundered through the valley, laden with a psychic shockwave. It was as if my skull had been hammered, agony exploding as blood seeped from every orifice.

What would she do in real life? Alan was feeling her close. He had lost himself in the maze of her contact. But damn, her following statement not only spoilt his mood but also humiliated his love for her. "I thought he was the strongest of all the wolves. But no, You are... Stronger than Jeremy." "Jeremy?" He reiterated the name, his eyes settling darkly over her facade. Having been compared to another guy who he never heard about, busted all his bubbles of desire. He loosened his grip around her waist. Alan held back the tears of frustration forming in his red eyes, looking rejected and insulted. His heavy breaths pulled her back to senses. Lisa realized how and where and in which condition

“I’ll make sure Andrew Walker regrets ever crossing me. I’ll take him down.” Romero’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Good,” he said. “Because this is your last chance, Alan. If you screw this up, you’re done. Do you understand me?” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “Yes, sir. I understand.” He turned his back to me, walking toward the large window that overlooked the city. “Walker is a thorn in my side, and I want him gone. I don’t care how you do it—just make sure it happens. And Alan,” he paused, turning slightly to look at me over his shoulder, “don’t make me regret giving you this chance.”