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Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Sky was shocked to his core. “Calm down, she attacked every guy sitting here except for guys of Moonshine!” Mark added with his face devoid of emotions. “I still have one of that painful scars on my chest. Do you want to see?” Sky tried to remove his t-shirt but was instantly stopped by Mark, “Nope, nobody want to see” was Mark’s cold reply. “Oh, please! Girls love to take a look at my delicious body!” Sky smirked flirtingly at the three girls. This time, even Nicholas glared at him.

Gray pulled up his finger up to my stomach towards my breast. The consequences of his action was left on my stomach when I felt the cold air brush against the wet stain that trailed up towards my breast from his fingers. He grabbe my face with both of his hand and crashed his lips onto mine. He licked my lips before he bit my tongue and and sip on it. As I release into his kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck only to have him restrict me when he pushed me harshly towards the bed. I gnaw his lip and pull away to watch his facial expression; he was so insatiable. Not even a second later, Gray kissed my lips again as he picked me up and dragged me further up until my head hits the headboard of

And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it. The chatter grew louder. Someone shouted, “She’s a whore! Getting herself mark her like that?” Another voice joined in. “Abominstion! You don’t get marked before you’re mated. What kind of girl does that?” I turned back around, face hot with shame. My legs felt like jelly. I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Cassandra stood there with her arms crossed, smirking like she’d just won the biggest prize ever and Dad looked like he might explode. His face was red, jaw tight.

“It’s an honor to work with the best of the best. I’ve followed your careers — and trust me, the opportunities coming your way? Life-changing.” A few of the guys clapped. Mason just leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Markus’s gaze landed on him almost immediately. “Mason Grant,” he said like he was greeting royalty. “In the flesh. I’ve heard… stories.” Mason’s mouth ticked up in that lazy smirk. “Guess it depends which ones you’ve heard.” Markus stepped closer — too close — and gave him a slow once-over. “All of them.” I felt something unpleasant twist in my stomach.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Kristin stood beside Andy Grant, watching the cars zip around the Darlington Raceway. She knew Josh had been exceptionally nervous about this race because it was where his career had come to a crashing halt a year ago. But so far so good. And last night, he had told her he finally had his mojo back, so his head was in a very good place. They had three laps to go, and he was currently in third place. She'd brought a small camera but was too nervous to do anything but watch.

At 40, muscular and hardened, with short black hair and matching eyes, Grace was tough, and used to pushing her way through. But this time, it was not easy. The reporters knew it was a huge story, and they weren’t going to give. This was going to make life much harder. A young, international star murdered at the height of his fame and power. Right in the middle of Carnegie Hall and right in the middle of his American debut. And now this. Murdered. In the middle of his goddamn performance. Right in the hall where he sang just minutes before. Several reporters shoved microphones into her face.

My hand froze over my spoon, and my guard went right back up. "No." I wouldn't let him see how toxic they were. I wouldn't expose how pathetic my life used to be. Damian watched me in silence. He didn't push. "Marcus Greyman spotted at hotel with fiancée," a voice blared from the TV on the wall. It was a live gossip broadcast. On the screen, Marcus was using his broad frame to shield Astoria, pushing through a swarm of paparazzi. My fingers tightened under the table. Damian cast a freezing glance at the screen. His phone buzzed, and as he stood up to answer it, his arm reached out casually. Click. The TV went black.

I said to him irritatingly but he just shook his head while his hand still wrapped my waist tightly as he can sense that I will run away anytime if he loosens his grip. "We can't enjoy our first night together but at least let me enjoy my first morning with you here," he smirked and I hit his chest. Shirtless chest if I may add. I just realized that he was shirtless and his muscle was shown clearly in front of my eye and I didn't realize that my eyes are doing their naughty job by scanning his muscular body. "I guess my wife enjoys her first morning with me," he chuckled and stared at my face. I can felt the heat hit my face. Wrong timing!