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Ace stood leaning against a dark SUV waiting impatiently for Mj as Moxie and Jay remained off to the side, sparring in the dirt. The double doors to the pack house peaked open long enough for Mj and Sam to slip out and pull the doors closed behind them, “about time assassin, what the hell took you so long?” he asked impatiently and as Sam began to apologize in a small voice Mj stopped her, “Sammie, don’t apologize to Commander crank-ass you did nothing wrong, he is waiting for me,” she said as sweetly as possible and waited for Sam to nod silently before the now meek hunter scurried back into the pack house.

Esme "Esme, wake up baby—" Tharique! I woke up from sleep, gasping for breath. Looking around me, it was still the same, our old room. That's his voice, Tharique's voice, is he finished fighting? Either he wins and we will be together again. Oh no! If he wins it means Sam loses and dies. Is it like that? Suddenly fear enveloped me. Sam has 3 sons and one of them is Zoris. He could avenge his father's death because of me. This revenge will never end.

he assured the assailant as he turned and began to walk away. “That’s what I thought,” Sam nodded. As the pilot also turned to run, he checked the fuel gage and saw that it was only about half full. “That’ll have to do for now,” he muttered, removing the nozzle and tossing it on the ground, fuel still spilling out the end. Shoving the Glock back into his pants, he pulled himself up onto the lower wing and into the pilot’s seat, shutting the canopy and surveying the control panel, unsure that he could remember exactly what he needed to do. However, with a few seconds of intense study, it all came back to him; he had flown planes like this before. The keys were still in the ignition, and the r

Sam began humming As Time Goes By. “Sam, you're not Humphrey Bogart. And this is Hell, not Casablanca.” But I'm the hard-boiled antihero. Sam Spade, at your service. You're the office wench- “I'll be your wench!” I flipped his stupid chair. The Reaper roared as he tumbled into the water. My margarita, you louse! The birds landed on the inflatable, cheeping in irritation. The pile of bones sunk regretfully.

The massive V8 engine let out a guttural, roaring protest as the heavy SUV drifted onto the rain-slicked highway that led out of the Diamond District. Above them, the sunroof slid open with a heavy mechanical hiss. Jax hoisted his massive frame into the freezing wind, his shotgun firing with a rhythmic, deafening boom that echoed over the roar of the engines. Every blast was a flash of white-hot light in the dark, throwing the chasing Vipers into the concrete barriers of the highway. Elena’s fingers were a blur on her keyboard. She was fighting a war of code in the passenger seat while the men fought with lead. The localized jammer was still pulsing, a high-frequency wall of static that made

“Take it.” The armed men raised their rifles. Marcus whispered, “On my signal.” Ethan tightened his grip on Amelia’s hand. Richard took one slow breath. Then, without warning, Samuel Reid moved. He spun toward the nearest gunman, knocking the rifle aside as it fired into the ceiling. The tunnel erupted into chaos. Marcus opened fire. Victor tackled another attacker. Jonathan pulled Margaret behind a stone pillar. Ethan shoved Amelia behind Richard as bullets ricocheted off the tunnel walls. Samuel fought with astonishing speed, disarming two men in seconds.

The driver survived with minor injuries. Vanessa and Marcus were skewered by steel beams. Their eyes were wide, their bodies refusing peace even in death. Retribution. That was what people called it.

This was the raw data stream of the Blackwatch’s real-world command center. "Can you read it?" Ren asked, keeping his rifle raised as they moved down the sleek corridor. "Yeah," Jax said, his eyes darting across the falling numbers. "It's routing telemetry. Targeting coordinates for the 'Thumper' mechs. Drone flight paths. It's all passing through the central core." "Then we find the core," Ren said. They moved silently, bypassing two patrols of golden Legionnaires by hiding in the shadows of the data streams. Ren’s heart was pounding. Every step he took in the game sent a phantom ache through his real-world muscles. The unbuffered connection was slowly cooking his nervous system.

Not at all. "Do you think I enjoy playing with you?" Sam replied quickly. He pulled out the two pistols that had been concealed in his pockets, evading the target Joseph had set on him as quickly as possible. When it came to agility and evasion, Sam had the upper hand. The bullet struck the edge of a pillar behind Sam. If Sam had been a little slower, the bullet might have lodged in his head.

I laughed nervously, Robin stared at me with one brow up, even Jessica's silence spoke a thousand words. “Yeah, I know. It's something Caelum can actually do." I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. "I did hear that he killed elder Samuel though, ripped him to shreds and all that.” Robin piped up. "Damn girl, that mate of yours is scary.” Jessica said as she strutted in front of us, showing off the leather pants like on a runway, Robin and I gave her a thumbs up. “One, that mate of mine is your Alpha. Two, he’s like a giant teddy bear, fluffy, sweet and cute.” I said with a dreamy smile, there was a matching snort from Jessica and Robin, I rolled my eyes.