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She didn't let me finish my story, she let out a mocking scoff in the middle of it. What is funny? I am not done with my story yet... I am laughing because I know that if Noah is killed upon finding me, it definitely will and there is nothing you can do about that "Oh dear you say that with much confidence, You didn't even let me finish my story please let me finish that You can drop your opinion okay?" As I was saying, I sent out my armies to him and he lost a lot of his men in battle he even got injured in the process.

He stood up and poured himself a drink before settling back down and continuing, “I won’t go into the details but rumors started and stories were passed down about how I intervened. The Tainted told their children twisted and exaggerated versions of how I stopped the war and the tale had spun even worse to this generation.” He chuckled. “Each time my comrades or I visit a pack, we hear interesting versions of it.” He seemed amused by it and smiled to himself. “Of course, when I say ‘visit’, I mean watching from a distance. I never understood why they tell these ridiculous stories about us Pures and get terrified whenever they think we’re coming.

Why was he so easily irritated when he could've continued running. My stomach made a knot with how hard I was laughing. Tears were practically pouring out of my eyes at this point. This was the third funny story they had told me in a row, and I don't think I could take another. “What is so funny?” I hear the mafia man's voice say before I saw him. He was approaching us with anger with anger written all over his face. What did I do again? I wondered as he walked up to me. The guard immediately stood up and went back into position, scared for their lives. They had to be after I narrated what happened with the previous guards.

All we could do is clean up the messes after they'd been made and put shit back together. This latest horror show was a little more fucked than usual though. And we'd already discussed whether or not we might be called up at some point. Lyon, who seemed like he didn't pay attention to anything other than his wife and his horde of kids, was the first to broach the subject of traitorous fucks. "So what's the story on this guy with the leaks and the other one that ran to Russia? I thought you military fucks were supposed to be badass, why are these humps still breathing?"

I replied. "With all your wounds," Libra hesitated, "Are you in the military?" "Libra, I'm a disaster as a civilian," I chuckled. "I'd make an impossible soldier. Half way through basic training I'd start showing up in a kilt - 'cause it makes me feel free and breezy down there'." "When they tried to make me change, I'd charge them with cultural insensitivity," I smiled. "What would you do if they let you get away with it?" Brooke snickered.

She pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay, enough with the sappy stuff before I break out in hives. Want to hear a joke?” I laughed shaking off the heaviness of the conversations "Sure hit me” She launched into a ridiculous story about a goose that somehow got stuck in a wedding cake and by the time she was done I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. Once the laughter died down we slipped into a more relaxed conversation. I told her about the explosion at the HQ. “Have you heard anything new about it?"

Their hands remained like that for more than ten seconds, as they continued staring and smiling at themselves. "Oh shit, the boss has caught her," James smiled from where he sat at the edge of the bar. The men laughed silently at his remark. Back at Federico's table, Federico cracked jokes with Audrey and she laughed lightly. "So there was this time, one of my friends in the army back in Italy had been barely left with the money. He had only two coins in his breast pocket, two coins!" Federico said. He had fully gotten her attention. "So he was passing through a dark alley, and then he was stopped by two muggers," Federico stopped.

Stone stopped at a small shop and bought me a large scoop of my favorite ice cream, watching me eat it with a look of pure, relaxed amusement on his face. As we walked, he began to tell me long, funny stories from his life before he ever became the President of the Iron Reapers—he talked about the ridiculous trouble he used to get into as a wild teenager, the silly mistakes he made on his first motorcycle, and the normal dreams he once held in his heart before the club took over his identity. For a few precious, beautiful hours, the dangerous, bloody world we actually lived in felt millions of miles away from our skin.

“I know you're expecting a long story on how I managed to survive. You all saw me die right in front of your eyes.” “Well, I didn't, but I don't have somewhere else to go and nothing else to do, so I figured I'd listen to it,” Garvin said, attempting to de-stress the situation. Many of the troops, including the state guards, were on edge, and he tried to use satire to defuse the situation. “Well...” Drom began his narrative, the soldiers tentatively listening. FIVE YEARS AGO

Questions Marilyn "Guys, if these is a joke, stop it because am not finding it funny. Why are you pointing your gun at me and what' is it that you want?" "Your death" one of the men spoke out. He is pale skin with green eyes and bale hair with full beard. He is big and tall with well muscle built body on his uniform. "See, life in the military doesn't cut out for us anymore, putting our life's constantly on the line protecting our country, protecting people who won't value our life's and can turn their back on us with out a second thoughts. So we are taking a short cut, and the easy way out"