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I replied to Lincoln and he quickly put down the cup of coffee he was holding, and then he stood up and walked over to me. "Shit! Give me a hug, bro. I know how much you've been waiting for this day to come, to finally meet your mate. I'm so happy for you, Michael." Lincoln said genuinely and I couldn’t help but smile heartily as I hug him. He gently patted my back as if he's comforting me. Lincoln is the only person I trust with my feelings, he is the only one who knows how fucking lonely I was and almost in despair that I will ever find my mate. "Where's your mate? I want to meet her." Lincoln asked excitedly and I can't help but weakly laugh at him.

And when Roderick stepped forward to greet him, a strange silence filled the space between father and son. Ryan looked at him, unsure. Roderick knelt to Ryan’s height, his voice gentle. “Hey, Ryan. I’m... I’m Roderick.” Ryan tilted his head. “You’re the man from the picture,” he said quietly. Roderick smiled, his eyes glistening. “Yes. That’s me.” Ryan glanced back at sisi, and she gave him a reassuring nod. “He’s a friend, Ryan,” she said. “Remember the man we talked about?”

NATHAN I try to concentrate my anger into a clenched fist. "Collins?" I say. The guy next to her turns to me first. "Ryan?" She widens her eyes and waves to the two people behind me. I stare at her, letting her know that I want an explanation. "Michael, this is Nathan Ryan, my boss. Mr. Ryan, Michael Grey, an old friend." Grey? That name... The Grey from the party? The college buddy.

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

I guess one of Rodrigo's business associates said as he shook hands with Rodrigo, and then turned to me. " And who is this lovely lady with you?" I smiled at him as I took his hand that was stretched towards me for a handshake. " This is my best friend, Lilian Vincent," Rodrigo said as the man raised his brows at Rodrigo seeming not to believe him. " Well, this is something different from the usual types you bring here," " I agree with you on that," Rodrigo said as they got to talking about whatever it was businessmen talked about while I just sipped on my wine.

Rodrigo concluded, his gaze firm, without blinking as he glared at his friend. Rian looked away. That product has always been his favourite choice, perfectly the right size for him, properly lubricated and it's FDA approved. It makes him feel he was doing it skin to skin and he wouldn't compare it to others. “I don't want to interfere with your life and the women you've been involved with. But you should resolve that aspect that concerns you as well” Rodrigo concluded, raised his glass up, took a last gulp and stood up “See you again, buddy” and left.

Stopping meant that my mind would have to work and that would mean thinking about Isabella and my family that I had left back in Fort Haven, Los Angeles. “You’ve been more of a distraction for the past fifteen minutes. You’re the one who’s going to get me killed, because with your yapping, I might drop the barbell on myself.” I said breathlessly. “That means I’ll be doing you a favor and helping you get there faster.” Phil said with a shrug. Phil is my closest friend and teammate here and he’s the only one who knows that I haven’t left the private gym room since my arrival. He’s the only one who knows that I’m having a hard time even though he doesn’t know what exactly is wrong.

** Three days later ** Rodney sat into the house awaiting his guests who were on their way , he had sent them a text five minutes ago . He neither smiled nor frowned , his face was expressionless . Sloan interrupted his cool moments when she stepped into the living room with a glass of vodka. Her eye bags were full and dark , a perfect result of sleepless night from her son's demand rather order . She took her sit on the couch sipping the vodka hastily like it hurt her throat . Rodney avoided her gaze despite how she tried to meet his .

“No. No. I look okay. You look good. And she…wow…she looks like an angel. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding, Paige.” “Oh it’s okay. Uhm how do you know me again?” Paige politely asked, looking at him and then at me. “Paige, darling. This is Rodrigo Vellosa. He owns this restobar and he’s been my friend ever since I first came to this place five years ago.” “Oh RodV from f******k?” “Aha! She does know me!” “I’ve seen your comments, senior. I’m glad to finally meet you.” “Call me Rodrigo, please. Come. Come. Tell me all about you.”

I was thinking about the pain of losing my parents and Bryan hurting me; I wasn’t thinking straight. “But cousin, don’t you think we need him by our side? The person doing this won’t come out, and what is happening might actually be bigger than we all think it is; someone might be rebelling against you; we need him on our side,” Rodney said. I never really thought about how smart I was until today.