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Her talon nails longer than ever and the flames in her eyes dancing about with so much fury that her gaze alone could burn the life out of a person. "You dare to play me! "Madre screams as she moves under a second to Rachel's front. "Ma... Mader, please... "Rachel begs as she knows her explanations are of no use. Madre won't believe her. Indeed fate has turned the tables on her. Madre stabs her talon nails into Rachel's stomach and Rachel Gasps as Mader twists the long nails in Rachel's stomach. Mader digs her hand deeper till she's wrist deep in Rachel's stomach and Rachels pupils shrink as blood gushes out her mouth.

I asked. Madison held up a black fit and flare dress and a sapphire cocktail dress. “I suppose I’ll be very concerned. Then, I’ll accept it. I will have to decide what I should do on my part, though.” She said. “What do you mean, Maddie?” Madison looked at the ceiling and then sighed deeply. “If he’s going to tell me he’s a werewolf and a ‘terrorist’, then should I tell him I’m a concubus and a ‘serial killer’?” She considered.

He held Sofia close and said through gritted teeth, "I believe you. I won't let that bitch Isabella get away with this!" To placate the senior members and strengthen her own position, Sofia decided to stage a scene at the family banquet. On the evening of the banquet, she appeared in a white gown, looking fragile and delicate. Halfway through the meal, she suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed to the floor. Her face turned deathly pale, her breathing ragged. "M-My heart… Vincenzo…" Panicking, Vincenzo quickly scooped her into his arms and shouted at his men, "Get a doctor! Now!"

Madison's smile widened, showing too many teeth, like a predator who'd cornered prey and knew it. "Look, I don't know what games you're playing, but I'm not cut out for it." I tried to pull my arm free. Failed. Her grip was stronger than it looked. "Just name your price, and I'll give you cash. Pure Blackwood ways. They always spoil their women." The words tasted like poison on my tongue. Like I was already becoming one of them. One of the people who solved problems with money instead of morality. "I see Cade has been spoiling you a little too much!" Madison's eyes glittered with something ugly. "You now have money to throw around."

Mateo stopped dead in his tracks, his breath hitching sharply in his chest as he took in the scene. There she was. She was winding her waist against the brass pole, her body completely bare under the red glow for the client on the couch. As Mateo stared at her, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. He saw the intricate silver lace mask covering her eyes. He saw the distinct, incredibly long waves of dark hair falling over her bare shoulders, framing her exposed breasts exactly like the girl from his memory. He recognized the shape of her jaw, the curve of her waist, and the fierce, angry energy radiating from her very skin. It was her. The dancer from the night before.

Benjamin Doctor. I like it. I like her. She’s mine now. Bukowski once said, find what you love and let it kill you. I have found mine—Madelaine—and she’s certainly going to be the death of me. I pulled her dress down and dragged the zipper all the way to the top. Her scent filled my nostrils. Cherry blossom in the rain. That’s what she smells like. She’s so beautiful and soft, her skin creamy as fuck. I take in the sight of her round, perky ass in the blue dress she’s wearing. It’s so short it stops just below her ass, leaving her pale thighs exposed.

So I forced myself to turn away from the ache he’d left and focus on something I could control: Bones. Bones was the enforcer of a motorcycle club that had been stirring rumors all across town. Human girls had gone missing since their arrival—too many, too fast. Whispers said the club used them as entertainment, passing them around until they broke. If the rumors were real, then I would dismantle their filthy den myself and free those women. I’d done this before—alone, as always. My wolf was fast, strong, and merciless when unleashed. I could take every one of them if I had to.

And could still walk and talk faster than Josie on three espresso shots. “Whatcha want, Sweets?” Madge asked Laura, her breath the graveyard where old cigarettes and Chanel go to die. The woman had to be at least eighty but looked fifty—except for her mouth, where smoking lines were grooved so deeply her lips looked more like an elephant’s puckered asshole than anything resembling human flesh.

The woman then took Cara from my arms. I turned to look at Zoe, my eyes red. I believed I must be quite terrifying right now. I slapped her continuously a few times before repeatedly stomping on the back of her hand. The scent of something strong permeated the air. It was only then that I realized Zoe had peed out of fear after giving her a careful look. When Zoe saw Jack and Ethan among the crowd, it was as if she had caught a glimpse of her savor. She quickly crawled over and grabbed Ethan's leg and said, "Save me, Ethan! Save me!"