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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.

But he just shaded her about being his fling. Everyone that knew Grayson wasn't oblivious of the fact that he didn't fuck girls twice. He wouldn't even be found near those ladies that perched around him, the last time. And Tiffany Marks was known to be the only lady that stayed. This thought irritated Yara. She felt a bit envious of Tiffany. Not that she wanted to have anything to do with Grayson, she felt insecure that the curvaceous well known celebrity was the only woman that lasted quite long in his life.

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.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras