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And when he catches that person, he would make sure they know what it cost thise who cross the line with him. *** Marcus sat at his desk in the sleek penthouse office, his phone already in his hand before the call with Damien had even ended. He knew exactly who he needed. Nathaniel "Nat" One of Damien's most brilliant hires. A kid he'd picked up years ago...talented, reckless, brilliant with code and systems and anything digital. Damien had a way of finding people like that. Seeing potential where others saw problems. Training them, molding them, giving them purpose.

“Gosh, this was a new shirt!” “Don’t you have a washing machine?” I asked between laughs. “Babe, the expensive stuff doesn’t matter. All I want is you,” he said and pouted. I laughed again. I was really having fun with Jarred and the Stone Pack. Yes, you heard me, the Stone Pack. Jarred, Abigail, Charles, Dustin, and Alex made it up. I guess this school runs in packs, not ‘groups’ or ‘cliques’. I asked Jarred why they called themselves ‘a pack’, but he laughed at me like I was crazy.

Chapter 107: Marcus Hale's Purpose Nathaniel didn't move when Elena said his name. He sat very still on the sofa beside Lily, one hand resting on her small shoulder, his face going through something slow and terrible — not shock, Ethan realized with a sick lurch in his stomach. Not shock at all. Recognition. "Nathaniel," Judith said carefully, rising from the floor. "Tell me that's not what I think it is." "I've been on that list since I was nineteen,"

Alpha Nicholas I've been in my office for almost 2 hours but you wouldn't think it, I've gotten barely any paperwork done because despite my best efforts, my mind keeps going back to last night and this morning with my mate. Last night we finally marked. Yes, I know it hasn't been that long since we met and even less time since we mated but most mates mark each other within the first day or two so in comparison we took our time but I'm ok with that.

“Nicholas Spark.” “What?” I asked coming out of my lethargy. “Yeah... That’s the only logical answer I can give to you.” Eli said with a thoughtful look. “About what?” Now besides my nerves, I was also confused, because in one hand, there was the fact that I had slept with Mark, my Mark! And on the other one was my friend with her ramblings about writers. “That beef of a man who did a better scene than those girls on America's Next Top Model was the Mark of your teenage years?”

“The one whose original incorporation papers have a very familiar signature on them.” Marcus went very still, the easy charm draining out of his face in real time, replaced by the cold calculation of a man realizing, too late, exactly how thoroughly he’d been outmaneuvered. “You don’t know what you’re accusing me of,” he said quietly, all pretense gone now. “I know exactly what I’m accusing you of,” Nathaniel said. “And I have twenty years of documentation to prove it.”

She gestured at the mansion around them. "Stubbornness," Marcus said. "Nathan was the only kid I knew who actually believed he could get out. The rest of us thought we were stuck there forever. But this kid with his briefcase and his dreams actually did it." "And then came back to help everyone else," Nathaniel added quietly. "That's the part that matters." Marcus stood up, clapping Nathaniel on the shoulder hard enough to make him wince. "That's why we don't make fun of him too much. He earned the right to be taken seriously. Even if he did try to give a PowerPoint presentation to gang members."

We decide to wake him up because there's no way Marcus will be able to carry Nathan that far. When we get into the flat, Nathan takes a pill and goes to Marcus' bed for a nap. Me and Marcus decide to stay downstairs and watch tv. He doesn't seem very happy when I say I'm going for a cigarette but let's me go nonetheless. I take my time while smoking, just thinking about my relationship with Nathan and now Marcus. I'm dreading the end of the month when Marcus leaves our contract. Maybe I'm catching feelings for him, I'm not sure yet, but I know he's an amazing Dom. When he's paired with Nathan it's the best sex ever. Marcus is a little more dominant than Nathan and sometimes even orders him a

It was Marcus, Nathaniel's long-lost friend and confidant, whose whereabouts had been a mystery for years. There was an air of tension as Marcus entered the room, his gaze intense and piercing. His presence was a jolt to the tranquility that had settled upon our lives, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension. I exchanged a quick glance with Nathaniel, silently acknowledging the shared concern that flickered in our eyes. "What brings you here, Marcus?" Nathaniel's voice carried a guarded tone, betraying a wariness that mirrored my own. We had both learned the hard way that unexpected visits often heralded unsettling revelations.

“Alright. From now on, I have nothing to do with the Nathaniels. I’ve heard that my oldest brother has been trying to convince Mark to work with him. Do you know that Mark hasn’t agreed to it? Since Mark’s wife is here today, let me make this clear to you; you can all forget about establishing a relationship with Mark Tremont. As long as I am around, it’ll never happen! Profits may be important to Mark, but it’s not as important as friendship. If you don’t believe me, give it a try!” Mr. Nathaniel stared at Eric before shifting his gaze to Arianne. No one could tell what he was thinking. In the end, he stayed silent and left. Arianne heaved a sigh of relief. She was really afraid. She was af