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Nathan served Mila a plate of food before asking, "How are things going on your end?" Mila's face brightened with a smile, a hint of contentment shining through. "Everything's sorted now. I plan to wrap things up at tomorrow's noon shareholders' meeting." "Alright, I'll arrange for someone to accompany you." "Will you be coming too?" Mila asked. "Yes." "Why is that?" "Because of Lucas." "Lucas is involved?" "Indeed, Lucas Vega is Hugo Talerico, and vice versa. He's a highly dangerous individual."

I turned away from the mirror and saw Luciano leaning against the wall. "It's fucking huge!" I exclaimed. He smirked. "You’ve probably dealt with hickies before how am I supposed to cover it?” "You say that like I’m a man whore.” I laughed. He is. “I’ll ignore that. By the way I don’t know this is just a wild guess but to me, you seemed like you were actually enjoying yourself. I heard those moans amore mio.” "Yeah but I've never...I've never done that before!" He came closer to me and put my hair behind my ear.

His gaze lingered on my lips before he continued. "But trust me when I say this, you have a lot to offer", his lips pulled into a smirk as he derived sick pleasure in my misery. "I hate you", my eyes stung with tears as I sprung up, glaring down at him spitefully. Cruz shifted uncomfortably in his seat clearly suffocated by the intensity of my glare. Miguel's gaze narrowed and he silently watched before the corners of his lips quirked up. "I know, but business is business", Miguel whispered with a sickly sweet smile stretched across his face.

hard way."She felt a kind of pain in her heart, which she didn't want to feel. She can feel how vulnerable he was. And it tore her apart."After that I wasn't the same Andrew. I wasn't the same kid anymore. On Lucy's funeral I decided to take my revenge on each single person who was involved in my misery."He seethed in anger. She was taken aback by seeing his change demeanor all of a sudden. His red shot eyes met hers as he menacingly spoke."You know what I did to that mafia boss who rapped my mother. I tortured him for seven months and eight days precisely. Each week I chopped his one finger and when there wasn't any finger left then I slashed his flesh and fill that slash with salt and the

“You leave them out of this!” “Dad, who is this man?” Michelle asks curiously. The man grins as he steps closer. “You can call me Vinnie, sweet cheeks. How old are you?” Vinnie is eyeing her like a lion hunting a gazelle. He licks his lips as his gaze lingers over her soaking wet t-shirt and he moves to put his hands on her waist. My blood boils at the thought of his hands on her Instinct takes over. I throw myself in front of Michelle, one hand flying to shield my flat stomach, just in case. My body forming a physical barrier between my family and the threat.

The hell? “I’m very sure she wasn’t a virgin. I slid into her—” “Nope. Don’t wanna hear how easy you got into her,” he cut in. “She claims she’s a virgin. And no one in the family has seen her with a guy. Until you, apparently.” I could swear on anything she wasn’t her own damn first. She rode my cock like a pro — that was no virgin. What the actual fuck was she on about? “I’d like to hear her say it to my face,” I said coolly.

As Milo marched back to the main hall, muttering to himself, he froze halfway. His tablet, left on the coffee table, was glowing. He hadn’t touched it since this morning. He approached it slowly, picking it up. The screen displayed a new anonymous email. –You Looked Beautiful in the Mirror Today. Below it was an image. An image of Milo, standing in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth. It was obviously taken from outside the window. His blood ran cold. Behind him, Nolan’s voice cut the silence. “What is it?” Milo didn’t turn around.

I remain concealed as much as I can while I overhear. "You looking for this girl?" I hear one of them ask. I don't hear an audible response though, but the voice proceeds anyway. "What is the reward for finding her?" He asks again. There's silence, but this time there's a response. "One million." a familiar cold voice says, boredom evident in his voice. I freeze when I recognize the voice, its Mr. Arnold Knot.

He was blowing up after yesterday’s performance. Some media outlets were already spinning conspiracies, claiming Milo had always been a Stormriders loyalist, a plant sent to sabotage the Vultures from within. It was ridiculous, but the attention wasn’t. Fan pages had exploded overnight, and the Stormriders’ PR team had already made him pose for several grinning photos with teammates to ride the hype wave. Becker had spent most of the journey trying to make him do some ridiculous viral pose from a trending TikTok challenge. Milo had barely managed to not cringe in the photo.

She spotted him when he was ordering a hot dog from one of the many carts downtown and stalked him until he was out of view of anyone who’d care before she knocked him out and carted him back to my place on her motorcycle. Now we’re back in my wine cellar, the floors barely scrubbed clean of Sergio’s blood, as we reenact the same scene. Mila watches from the shadows, her legs curled to her chest, where she sits on an oak barrel. She looks like a child waiting for her turn to play with a toy. “I was making a smart choice.” Mikhail glares up at me. “The only choice.” “By betraying me?” I grab him by the jowls, burying my thumb into his skin until I feel like I’m about to break something.