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I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

I asked. "What are you talking about?" He asked me back. "You are obviously thinking of something. I want to know what it is." "The only thing that I am actually thinking of is how I can get out of here." "Tony, come on now, I am actually being serious here," I told him when I notice the shimmer in his eyes. Tony was always the friend who like to joke a lot. He had a lot of things to say about life in general and he never ceased to keep his opinions to himself. The only good thing was that he knew how to express them in a joking manner.

"What I wanted to ask you was... did you see anything else on him? Something sparkling? A golden chain necklace, or a ring?" More annoyance surfaced in my expression as I glared at him. "I resembled a zombie then. I was so exhausted that I probably wouldn't notice him wearing a golden jacket. I wouldn't even notice him passing me by if it weren't for this fucking wallet." "I see…" He gave me a thin-lipped smile. "Well, the killer cut off his little finger before he or she... did the rest, so I hoped that maybe you saw something." Dread filled me, making me nauseous. "Someone cut off his finger and then ripped his throat?" I said, nearly breathlessly.

"I warned you we should haveleft the club earlier, but you wouldn't listen. I bet your face looks like a puffy marshmallow right now." "Very funny, can you cut it out with the jokes? My head feels like it's about to explode." Tony retorted, his patience wearing thin. "Chill, Tony," Liam said, his tone lightening. "I was just messing with you. How about a coffee pick-me-up to shake off that hangover?" "Coffee soundsgood, I will get it on my way, meet me at our favorite restaurant " Tony sighed, trying to shake off the remnants of last night.

“Well, well. Couldn’t stay away, huh?” I tugged my lab coat tighter, stepped forward, and faced them—all of them. “So, who’s bleeding? Anyone need stitches or just a good old-fashioned ass-whooping?” Tony smirked like he was enjoying every second of this. “Look at you, Scarlett. Still got that smart mouth. Must be real cozy cracking jokes when your back’s against the wall.” I shrugged. “If I had a dollar for every time you showed up like a bad rash, I could’ve paid you off months ago.”

Sunny promptly called him, "Why did you turn the livestream off? It's just a month until the prank is finished!" Andy looked outside the window as he growled through his teeth, "I regret everything. But if any of you tell Jane about the prank, I will cut you up!" Sunny was clearly stupefied, but soon pressed, "Do you know what you're doing?! Have you thought about how Mandy would feel?!" Andy hung up, annoyed. He turned toward the door, thinking to himself that he would keep things up for the crystal shoes, but this time he was not getting them for Mandy Stiles.

She let out a frustrated groan and then stomped off somewhere else, so I laughed out loud. "What's so funny?" Jessica looked at me curiously. "Your cousin, she is hilarious," I said. "Who? Evelyn? What makes you say that?" She narrowed her eyes. Hmm...I couldn't have Jessica be suspicious of Eve and me. She was my doorway to see as much of Evelyn as possible. I'm not saying I wanted to use Jessica to get Evelyn, but she could help speed up the process. I shrugged. "It's nothing. You know we are competitors, right?"

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

"Were you planning to send me to clean up your mess, or to send one of our teammates to their death instead? You're awfully generous when you're spending other people's lives." The teammates who had been trying to persuade me earlier all fell silent. After all, the last time we'd merely passed near that subway station, five people had been dragged to their deaths. No one had forgotten how terrifying that place was. Seeing there was no way he was getting a detonator from me, the man suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Eliza's arm, his eyes brimming with tears. "Miss, you're the only one willing to help me. Come with me to the subway station then!"

A silent, personal joke in a room where everything else feels like a trap. Elizabeth's oblivious laugh hangs in the air, a bright, jarring sound in the sudden, charged silence. Richard's eyebrow is still lifted, his gaze dissecting the moment, settling on Tony with that familiar, analytical intensity. He misses nothing. I can feel Tony’s shame radiating off him, a tangible heat. This is more than just awkward; this is a raw, exposed nerve.