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I snaps at him. "Please Anna, let me just finish-" He hisses under his breath. "Fine, I won't interrupt you." I look away trying to control my breathing. "Benjamin Mackenzie is a prime member of Red Skull Gang." He says. "So? What's special in being a member of some bikers' gang. I know he's obsessed with bikes and illegal race. He took me to such races a few times." I didn't get what he was trying to tell me.

Stefan made Sarah sit on the bed holding her shoulder and he sat beside her and Sarah again nod her head. "Hi, I am Stefan Walter, president of Phoenix industries, I don't have any hobbies, just my work is my passion, although I am still in love with my ex, I will give my hundred percent to our relation." "I am Sarah Smith, pursuing a job as a freelance designer, I love two people most in my life, my mother and grandmother. I have moved on from my ex and rest, you know about me well." "Great, now it's late, go to sleep. You sleep in bed; I will sleep on the couch." Stefan said.

Fortunately, she wasn't bound at her wrists like Kenzie. "Hey, you okay?" Kenzie asked. "I" The girl shivered. "No." She leaned back against the other side of the van, her eyes looking off to a faraway place. "I haven't been okay in a long time." "What's your name? I'm MacKenzie Martin. Everyone just calls me Kenzie." The girl sniffed and wiped her tears. "I'm Elena Allen." "It's nice to meet you, Elena. Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

“I’m Mackenzie. But my friends call me Mackie. What’s your name?” “I’m Bloom and I’m six. And that’s Zion. He’s my baby brother. He cries sometimes… well, he cries a lot but, as his big sister, I’m helping my mummy take care of him. I give him a bottle because he can’t eat real food yet. He’s too little.” Wyatt followed Mackenzie’s gaze as it swung to Bloom’s brother nestled in her mother’s arms as she approached. That wistful look in Mackenzie’s eyes intensified. She scrambled out of the car, smiling at the woman.

He protected him. Hugo Mackenzie was not what the public knew about him. He lives a double life . In the public eye he portrayed himself as a philanthropist, a person who is approachable and helpful of his fellowmen. He sponsored many charities and foundations. But behind that mask lies a person who is cruel, a murderer, a scrupulous businessman a drug lord and an unknown leader of the underground movement, his goal is to overthrow the government of his country by procuring more money from loansharking and drug dealings.

Not a single one offered a stable bond. But there was one lead remaining. She reached into her bag and retrieved a heavy, gold-embossed card. The name 'Luke Turner' was etched into the surface. He was the High Alpha of the Turner Pack. Madison’s brow furrowed as she studied it. She had never considered him a viable target before. Luke was a heavy-set male in his fifties with an uninspired scent. Furthermore, he was already mated and had a grown son.

Hannah asked and Arianna clicked her tongue. “Honey, are you forgetting I’m Arianna Mackenzie? I once lived here in Atlanta, I run this town, honey, I make the rules of this town, and now I’m back to torture those that harmed you” Arianna said and winked at Hannah who smiled at her. “Especially that bitch, Elizabeth Colby” TBC

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.