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Shirley sat at the other side of the apartment, silently and attentively watching the horrific scene. She’d been completely lost in thought for several minutes that she didn’t realize that all her colleagues had cleared the room. The strong vibration from her ringing phone made her snap right out of it. She took a hesitant look around the room and then realized shortly after that she was alone. She chuckled. Shirley: Hey! Thanks for bringing me back. Everyone else left without notice. Ackermann: Wait… Huh? Shirley: Oh, never mind. What’s up? Ackermann: Well, I just woke up and, heard the news… He really killed a baby…? Shirley: Hmph… We need to put an end to this. I want to say “before this

Just the glass-walled observation room, stark and bare, the air heavy with silence before anyone even spoke. Elias was across from Shylie. She had her hands folded neatly on the table, chin slightly up, face placid in a way that would have been unusual for her age if Elias did not already know her. He could see she was waiting for him to get on with it, and he did not disappoint. "Today's test is not quantitative," Elias began. His voice carried in the quiet, despite the low volume he used. "It is not technical. It is moral." Shylie raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Her expression was the same as before, though Elias could see she understood what he meant. She had been expecting something

My body curls onto the floor, tears soaking into the fabric of my sleeves as I bury my face in them. Tonight, I’m not Shirley, their daughter. I’m Shirley the orphan. Shirley the unwanted. Shirley, lost between two families, belonging to neither. And I refuse to open this door for anyone. Not tonight. I just needed to be alone.

That was it. I stepped into her space and looked at her squarely. "Probably something he didn't see in you. Let's say…brains." I saw her gasp before I moved past her. Who was I kidding? Mr. Thorne didn't see brains in me either. He was probably looking for what June had been offering. He probably loved the thrill of the chase. That's how predators behave. "Ms. Carter!" "What now?" I muttered under my breath, turning to see Jack walking toward me.

Looking at Owen's face, he picked him up in disbelief and asked excitedly, "Little one, whose child are you?" Owen was frightened by the scene. Crying, he shouted, "Grandpa, please let my mom, Lily Parker, go. "I do not have a dad. She has worked very hard raising me alone. Do not bully her."

Keyleth stayed a seat after father’s, occupying the farthest chair, and leaving the one closest to me. Fucking great. “Oliver,” Father's voice carried a tone of authority. Deep and commanding. His arms extended to the wolven beside him, “ Meet Reuel Jalara. The Alpha of the Skylarron pack.” My gaze flew to the red haired wolven seated beside him. He too, carried an atmosphere of authority. His ember eyes locked on mine and I noticed his jaw tighten as he looked me over. A slight nod of his head in my direction, that he acknowledged my strength and my physical features, was the only thing he gave away. “You are a fine young man, Oliver.” Alpha Reuel stretched his hands, offering a hand shake.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.