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he whispered, his rough voice vibrating against my skin, "is a woman who knows exactly what the fuck she wants in this world, and she gets it using every single means possible. I lifted my brows in a slow, daring challenge, a filthy, triumphant smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I inched even closer to him, my bare shoulder almost brushing against his leather sleeve, the heat radiating between our body turning completely electric. "Good," I breathed, my voice dropping into a seductive, breathless whisper as I stared right at his mouth. "Because I know exactly what I want, Damon. And I'm going to get it." Just as the reckless words left my mouth, right as I was about to speak the absolut

Pounding his fists against his chest, he added, “Fighting off those who wish to do my woman harm, on the other hand, is.” “Your woman…Spare me,” Kenzie said with a mock groan that was mixed with a light laugh. “You didn’t get injured, then?” I asked as I visually searched his neck for a wound that was similar to Noah’s. “Oh, I didn’t say that,” he replied as he lifted his shirt to expose a gash across his stomach that made Noah’s wound on his neck look like a light scratch. “And you’re playfully delivering coffee!” Kenzie screeched. “Get that shirt off and let me look at that!”

"Well, you'll buy me one. Let's go through the open department store first. And forget about Mariposa first. Then we'll talk about everything that happened after Regor shot me." "Okay," he replied, then he started his car engine and they left. Anything hidden and denied will definitely break you. You will be booked by someone you have known for a long time. Hello Scarlett, how is that? How do you tell Amore that Ezekiel wants to join your group? Ezekiel bought her things. Fortunately, when they arrived at the man's house, his siblings were asleep. In the guest room the man put her to sleep. And the next day they left early. She was blindfolded and his brothers could not see her.

He glared at me like I’d lost my mind or said something formidable. “You’ve finally lost it.” “I have.” “You can’t go to Mexico." He dropped his cigarette to the floor after reaching its end. “La Mano Nera is going to have your head on his plate for dinner.” “Damien dealt with him,” I reminded, refusing to let that change my mind. “We’re even now.” “You took the girl he wanted,” he snarled, gaze sharp. “You made him lose billions of naira and abducted his pig shipment. Do you really think he’s going to wave the white flag because your brother promised him twenty percent of tobacco shipments?”

That puzzled her but trusting him and Nicholas, she nodded. Today, she was closing a chapter in her book. They were entering a very secluded and secured place, with intimidating men guarding the surrounding area. A man, she was sure in Nicholas's class met them. He was just as intimidating as the group of powerful men she had come to know and respect. The difference was, she could glimpse some tattoos on his neck and knuckles, the only part of his skin his perfect Cavalli suit did not cover. "Sweetheart, let me introduce you, Lucifer. He is an honorary member of the club." Nicholas declared.

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

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The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the only sound keeping me company, my back was facing the neighbor’s balcony. How could someone be so cruel? I clenched the edge of the book tighter as I thought about how she had been hiding her pain for so long. It was not until the book was no longer in my hands that I snapped out of my daze.I immediately stood up and turned around to see Owen standing there, a mischievous grin on his face as he read the cover. "‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man’. A book that will help you to find your soulmate" Owen smirked. "Interesting”. He pressed his lips together with raised eyebrows.

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.