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“Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with.” He pulled up a chair and began working on the auxiliary console, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Alex watched over his shoulder, his jaw tightening as a grim realization settled in. “Look at this,” Michael said after a few minutes, pointing to a line of corrupted data. “Whoever did this bypassed the main firewall and uploaded malware directly to the system. They knew exactly where to hit.” “And you think it’s Ricardo?” Alex asked, his voice low but taut with restrained anger.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

"Roman, you're scaring me. What is it? What did they say?" He didn't turn to look at me right away. He was completely rigid, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his wolf from entirely taking over his body. When he finally disconnected the call, he tossed the phone onto the bed. It rattled against the headboard and slid toward me. "Read it," he raspy-growled, his voice completely wrecked, sounding more like an animal than the man who had just held me so gently. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I picked up the phone. The screen was still lit, displaying a secure, encrypted email thread sent to his personal account from the pack’s legal and medical board. Attached was a scann

Did that mean… I pulled out my cell phone and started texting Lena like a mad woman. I needed her reassurance and her confirmation that I was over-exaggerating things again. I squeezed the device in my hands, anxiously waiting for her reply. When it vibrated, I quickly swiped to read what she had said.

he speaks coolly as we stop in front of the bathroom door. I grit my teeth as my irritation spikes, "Do not underestimate me, Ravello. I may be a woman but I can stomach violence as much as any mob boss can." The bite in my voice doesn't go unnoticed and he chuckles. "Have you ever tortured anyone before, little girl? All you ever do is give orders." "Open the door, Ravello. Let's find out if this guy has a tracker before we get back to Sicily." He chuckles again as he twists the doorknob, "Oh so there's an us now?"

Have fun! Moby: You too, baby. Enjoy yourself.

I inhaled the aroma that was spreading among the smoke that left the hot liquid, before taking a small sip. I placed the cup back on the wooden table, to then turn my attention back to the computer. I deleted the letters written in the login, to try with another. And again the access was denied. It seemed that Collins Enterprise's system was blocking any kind of fickle user. -Fuck. If I can't get in one way, I'll get in another. I opened the zipper of my backpack that was placed on the chair beside me, grabbing the mobile phone. I unlocked the lock screen heading directly to my contact list. Within instants I managed to find the number and the name of who I wanted. After three rings, the cal

Suddenly, music blasted loudly from Ria’s purse. ​Ria jumped slightly, losing her balance before catching herself. Her hands trembled as she pulled out the phone. The birthday melody continued playing while the screen glowed a violent, blinding blue in the dark, completely locking up the interface. A surprised smile slowly appeared on her lips. ​“What is that?” Mira asked, startled. ​Ria hugged the phone protectively against her chest. ​“It’s Mobo,” she admitted quietly. “The AI app I downloaded a while ago. It’s wishing me happy birthday.”

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

When his mobile dinged with another text, he immediately checked his mobile. 'Done' the text read.