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Alex looked at Elio calculating his ways. "Look at what you've become." Elio's deep voice resonated in the warehouse. Milo looked up and as he saw the one in front of him, he flinched in horror and tried to move back though he was tied to a chair. His body signaled him to get away from this monster as soon as possible. Elio went towards him and closer as he tried to move back. "How come you were arrogant enough to think you could kill me?" He knelt.

I was having fun being prey which made the promised encounter to be new and exciting. Amazons didn't hunt turtles -- they hunted dangerous things that hunted other things. Was I dangerous? Constanza was a living testimonial of that -- the scar just above her left elbow. This didn't imply respect and acceptance -- no way, no how. It was impossible to believe I would ever replace one of...craptastic. Katrina was too damn smart -- far smarter than me for sure.

“How did you even bathe yourself?” “The way you bathe me, mummy,” he said, his hazel-brown doe eyes looking straight through me. My heart skipped a beat. “Gosh, Miguel! In the bathtub?!” I tilted my head in horror and frowned at him. “Don’t do that anymore until I say you’re old enough to. That’s way too dangerous, baby.” “I’m sorry mummy,” he wrapped his arms around my neck and placed his head on my chest. “I won’t scare you again.”

He mainly refers to her as Holly’s sister and he never joins when I am bullying her. At first, I had thought he had interest in her but he never stops me whenever I am treating her bad neither has he ever gone to her or talk to her so I guess I was wrong. However just now when she dumped that bucket of water on him, I had thought finally I would get to see him angry and was actually looking forward to what he would do. Milo was the calm guy, the peace one in our group. He hardly gets angry and hardly lets anything get to him. But I had thought that Ugly dumping a bucket of soapy water on him would finally do the trick, who would have prepared me for what would happen next? He actually laughe

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

The boy's brows lowered as he stood, hands akimbo, saying, "My mom says grownups don't lie. And you're lying, mister?" Derinem looked down in shock. "And who said I was lying?!" "You said that wasn't a gun," he said, moving closer. Derinem pulled back, puzzlement on his face. "Okay, it's a gun, but it's dangerous, not for kids." "I know it kills people." Derinem glared at him, "You shouldn't know it kills people. Besides, what's your name, and how old are you?" "I'm Milo, and I'm four, almost five."

"Oh, Vivian---" "Mom, that's what the internet said, they also said many were restricted from going in there, and that their company is the top one in Seattle." She interrupted Rita again. "Vivian, can you just stop." Rita yelled at her and Vivian blinked, her brows creased. "Oh come on Mom, you know I won't back down now, don't you?" Vivian said with a frown turning the computer screen to her mother, the image of Alexander on the screen.

The echo of Raven’s footsteps had barely faded when Milo took a step toward Ozzy, his stare cold and unmoving. “I know you’re stupid,” Milo said quietly, “but not this stupid.” Ozzy’s grin vanished. “The fuck did you just say to me?” “You heard me.” Ozzy scoffed, rolling his shoulders. “Man, you think you’re better than me now? You gonna stand there and act like you ain’t lookin’ too?” Milo’s voice dropped, deadly calm. “We’re all dead if Riko finds out you so much as looked at her that way.”

Every time Leo smiled at me, Milo’s jaw twitched. Every time Leo leaned in, Milo leaned forward like he was ready to pounce. It was stupid. It was insane. It was also… weirdly flattering. Then Leo reached over… And his fingers brushed my arm. Just a small touch. But Milo moved like a bullet. Fast. Sharp. Dangerous. He was at the table before I could blink. “Milo—” I started. He didn’t hear me. Didn’t see me. He was locked on Leo like a wolf staring at dinner.

“It’s safer for you at his house.” “Safer from what?” “Everything,” Marco replied softly, his gaze pleading for me to understand. “Those people who were following us… the ones who sent them know where I live. It’s not safe for you there, especially if I’m not around.” Yesterday, after saying I wouldn’t regret choosing to be with Marco, I tried convincing myself that life with him wouldn’t be as smooth as a fairytale romance. Marco wasn’t a regular guy. He was a wealthy man who carried a gun, the kind of person who gets picked up by suited men and rides in luxury cars right after stepping off a plane.