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Malton said, turned and left. Mally was in a state of trance as she watched her father crawling towards his drawer. "How could you? How could you kill mother you monster?" she screamed and held her legs to her chest as tears fell from her lashes, profusely. She watched Deucalion take out his hidden firearm from his drawer and 'bam' he ended his misery. . . . To be continued...

"The hell are you talking about?" "The daughter of McKenzie,our president got missing some years back. The same year she got missing is the same year Fiona started working in the manison. Through my sources,I've got to find out that she is Selma McKenzie,the daughter of president. I don't know what her mission is my Lord but the cctv footage has spotted her adding something into your drink yesterday"Tikka paused and brought the tape out "She destroyed your family memories and framed Melanie" Tikka handed the tape over to Lewis and he smiled

Maleck was the bastard son of the Carter household, and he was determined to destroy them. " CC is a pain in my ass, and I haven't been able to get the accounts you wanted. But I will soon," I declared. Maleck looked disappointed. Lately, I have been such a disappointment to him. If this were six years ago, I'd start crying about disappointing him, but not now that I don't love him like I did. I fell for Ellis, who wouldn't. " Damn that old wench," he snarled, gulping his drink. I didn't like Christina Carter either. She had a fucking big mouth full of insults for me.

Reno hadn’t broken, and it was time to take our losses and start brainstorming. Michael McKenzie would be able to help, I surmised as I looked up at Malcolm, expecting to find him thinking along the same lines as me. But he wasn’t. Instead, his eyes remained on Reno who was still pleading, and there was a look of profound sadness in them that made my heart immediately drop down to my stomach. “That was the wrong answer.” “PLEASE, hurt me,” Reno was saying. “Lu has NOTHING to do with this. I’ll even—” “A daughter for a daughter,” Malcolm declared, and for a moment nothing happened.

Becky unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Millie, who drank gratefully. “Just think! We met the mythical Mogollon man tonight.” “Maybe we did, yes. His life must be a living terror. Some people want him hunted down and killed for crimes he may never have committed.” “Are you feeling better now?” “Much better, thank you.” “You owe it to Phillip Mogollon. Remember that, Sis.” Becky added. It was still dark and chilly as the two girls shared the water given them by Mogollon. Millie was nodding off, but Becky reminded her to stay awake.

Justice sides with Milo. Milo slides off the sofa and pulls my legs to make me sit up to face him. He takes my hands in his and looks up at me pleadingly. “Lenora, last year, the moment you walked out of your bedroom on your birthday, that was it for me. I had heard a rumor you could be pregnant, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter to me or to Ghost. We could feel how sad you were, and we just wanted to take it all away. I wanted to hold you and do anything to make you feel better. Old girlfriends don’t matter anymore. One-night stands don’t matter either. That’s not my life anymore. You are my life.”

Especially when the packhouse was overflowing with members of The Council and their forces. Someone had serious nerve, and it was going to be their undoing. Mal had the feeling that it wasn’t just a prank from some pups. The lettering of the message was crystal clear to him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white in frustration. Claire’s soft snores distracted him from his dark thoughts and brought a smile to his face. “I’ll protect you, Little One, always. “ ********************************************************************************

Blair stared at Mable and gently tousled her hair between his fingers. “Astrid, we are your family!” Connor's voice was grave. Mable immediately retorted, “No! Not anymore!” “What do you mean by that?” Connor frowned. Mable declared vehemently, “I’m going to cut off all ties with the Mullers. “From now on, I am no longer related to you people!”

“You think?” Chloe snapped her head around to me. “I can go to the store, Conor. They ain’t gonna stop me looking after my daughter.” “Or me.” I stood and pulled my keys from the pocket of my shorts. “Come on, then.” “But—what?” I looked back at her, stopping. “Milka has Uncle Aiden playing cussuls,” I said with a smirk. “You think you can get to the store without the media, well, you’re wrong. You think they were bad yesterday?”

Would Mikhail be coming to the club today? Find out in the next chapter. Do vote and drop reviews, also comment about your favourite part and your assumptions. I love reading them. See you on the next. ~Jane♥️