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He pleaded. "Trust?" I asked, freeing my arm from his gentle grip. "That's too much you are asking for, Marlon!" "I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to." He started, moving the chair closer. I tried sitting up but he stopped me. He knew something. "What is it, Marlon?" I asked, agitated and curious. "I know, black has been your brightest lately,..." "Just get to the point." I snapped, cutting him off.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

Just a half-dozen staggering steps and he was on my brother. Fights in real life aren’t the slick, choreographed events they show in movies. They’re ugly, sloppy, primal things. Punches were thrown and there was a lot of yelling and grunting and panting. My father was a big man, and, drunk or not, the outcome was never in doubt. He grabbed my brother by the shoulders and slammed him against the wagon. Matt’s neck caught the edge of the metal tub and his head snapped awkwardly. My father grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up. Matt’s head flopped bonelessly from side-to-side until his assailant let him drop to the wet sand.

"I was thinking that we'd be able to be subtle. You know, blend in and out without much notice, but now, there's no way we're not going to get a lot of attention with you walking in with legs like those." "What?!'' Katherine cut in. She had blown her top. "Blending in? Subtilty?!" She eyed him from head to toe. "A black denim jacket, black pants, black kicks, a black t-shirt - who died? Or what- you recently decided to join the assembly of the Men in Black agent Kay?" She jeered. "Sure. Of course nobody's gonna pay much attention to such awkward color combo. I mean, don't you wear your clothes in any other color other than black? Thank goodness you aren't putting on one of your lavish suits,

Men in black break-in, it happened so fast that the guards didn't perceive it. The intruders slit the throats of Santiago's men who were watching the front door. They went to the gate and opened it, a man dressed also in black with a mask on his face, came in. He came with more men, the mission was to kill Santiago and everyone close to him just like they did his parents years ago.

Their attire was distinct and unusual, with expensive tailored suits, crisp black shirts, and polished shoes that sparkled in the fading light of the room. My instincts told me that these men were not ordinary, but rather members of a gang. My heart raced as I wondered why my parents were with the men. My parents were not looking and I noticed the men exchanging hushed words, their expressions hard and unyielding. I don’t know why but something came into my mind. The Mafia members. The men’s appearance was a clear indication of their affiliation with the mafia. Their clothing was a trademark of the criminal underworld, a symbol of power, wealth, and intimidation. All round black.

She stated, but the older man simply laughed. “Ah, don’t be like that, little lady. I’m sure there’s something else you can offer me.” The tone in his voice was mocking and his gaze, was something Noelle wasn’t comfortable with. It was a look, she knew too well, but at the same time, it wasn’t the same. Adrian Black was not a good man. In fact, he was far from being one. The type of business he was into, was the kind that involved drugs and prostitution and his men, were no better.

Levi crosses the distance to me and his hand goes up, ready to come down in a sharp slap. I see the glimmer of deep hatred and violence in his eyes and I know a slap won't be enough for him, he looks like he could strangle me right now. Before that hand comes down, a figure steps out from a tree near us and delivers a punch to the side of Levi's face that sends him sprawling on the floor. More men appear. Men all dressed in black with heavy sunglasses on even in the darkness of night. One of those men stays particularly close to me, his handsome stature already betraying him before Christian's voice even comes out of his mouth, "You're playing quite the dangerous game here, my obedient lover

Ram’s plan to assign me personal security had finally pushed through. I knew it was only a matter of time. I understood his reasons, I really did, but sometimes, I couldn’t help thinking my husband might be taking this whole protective husband thing a little too far. The three men standing in front of me looked like they’d just stepped out of a GQ cover shoot, or maybe a tactical gear catalog. They were tall, broad-shouldered, and intimidatingly handsome in a sterile, robotic kind of way. Each one wore fitted black shirts that clung to their torsos like armor, dark jeans, earpieces, and that blank, detached expression that said I could kill someone with a butter knife and still make it home

Faces calm. Not bodyguards. Not soldiers. These were the men Draven only called when the law no longer mattered. The kind of men who erase problems… Permanent ones. Draven stepped out of the elevator. And the air changed. Their spines straightened instantly. He wasn’t wearing a suit tonight. No polished CEO mask. No billionaire charm. Just black. Black shirt. Black gloves. Black jacket. A holster hidden under his arm. His sleeves rolled to give him a rough edge. Cold.