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Carlos stutters, but he brings a hand up to hold his cheek, blood still trickling from his lips. “This is even better than I hoped for. You're mates. And that means, that poor Ricardo is going to feel every little thing that happens to you, isn't he?” Carlos doesn’t answer. Instead, he just spits blood in the alpha’s direction in response. It's the last thing he remembers before Richard backhands him for a third time and the rest of the world goes black. . TBC

“You both can decide that. I was getting to learn that Juan was the youngest but very good with computers. Luis was the fighter, he looked like putting bullets in people was a hobby, he was all brawns and tattoos and no shirt. Carlos was cool at the same time very hot. Always clothed. I hadn’t even seen anything lower than his neck. He called the shots. I turn to him. “How about you start by untying me? I could be useful to you.” “You mean opening your legs and asking us to fuck you in turns?” Carlos spat. He looked mad. What did my father ever do to him? “Calm down Carl.” I asked again. “What exactly do you guys want from my dad?” Louis angrily turned wrapped his hands around my throat and

“Long time no see.” Elena’s jaw tightened. “What do you want, Carlos?” “Can’t a guy check in on a friend?” He tilted his head, his eyes tracking over her face in a way that felt too intimate, too assessing. “Especially after hearing about all the drama with my idiot brother.” “We’re not friends.” “Ouch.” Carlos pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Here I thought we had something special after that day at the mall.” “You thought wrong.”

“No one in the city of Seattle knows that the CEO of the Moom corporation only has a high school diploma. Hearing my words Carlos realized something and said: “I used to think you were a mature woman, it doesn't matter if I was. Judging by your actions or your Appearance, But in reality, you were only 20 when you married me. And now she's only 23. Girls her age should be as extravagant as my sister. Thinking about luxurious makeup, beautiful clothes and chasing after their idols every day.” I remembered with a smile on my face: “Your sister is 3 years older than me.” Carlos was a little surprised. "True. You are a little younger than her.” I was younger than Carlos' sister. And also 7 years

Carlos looked outside. “That is true, the six million I will get it the usual way right?” Malcom said as he got ready to stand up. “Yes you will, Just make sure you get me what I need,” Carlos reminded me. “Okay, I will,” Malcom opened the door to the car but he felt a strong arm on his shoulder. He was pulled back to his seat with incredible force and his neck suddenly felt crowded. “Don't ever in your life think you can betray me, you know what I am capable of doing,” Carlos' face was close to his and his breath was ragged. He released his hold on him.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

He had clearly heard of Marvin before—and he knew better than to cross a Beta of the Blue Lagoon Pack. Marvin’s grip tightened ever so slightly. “Accept Bianca’s rejection now,” he ordered. “Unless you want me to make you regret it.” Carlos swallowed hard. His bravado was gone, replaced by barely concealed fear. Lowering his gaze, he muttered, “Bianca Santana, I, Carlos Brown of the Pierre Grise Pack, accept your rejection.” Marvin released him, letting him drop unceremoniously to the ground. Carlos scrambled to his feet, glaring at Marvin with barely contained resentment before storming off, grumbling under his breath.

This couldn’t be real. Had she really forgotten him? Forgotten everything? His son, still upset, tugged at his sleeve again, but Carlos barely noticed. He was too stunned, too confused. Was it possible? Had she really been the woman who had once meant everything to him? Or was he just seeing things? ​

Williams sidled over, joining the conversation stating, "Unfortunately for you, Mila is already interning at my company." My heart fluttered as Mr. Williams stared Carlos down, his dark eyes locking in. It was like he was staking his claim which was so sexy, it was making my core surge. They had seen one another the night of the S&M bar. I hoped this wouldn't turn into an argument. Carlos sat back with a wrinkle of his nose, narrowing his eyes. Then relaxing his face suddenly he wagged his finger nodding. "Now I realize where I know you, " he said to Mr. Williams. My stomach knotted but Mr Williams remained still, casual and came closer as Carlos spoke.