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I ask, adding fuel to the fire and curious myself at this point. “It’s been a while.” He mutters to us. I wonder just how long but don’t press the matter. About four years ago Morgan had killed his mate. In her defense, she didn’t know, and they were in the middle of a fight. Finn’s mate, whom he had met when his father tried to take Riocht, had joined forces with a rogue pack that worked for Senko at the time; led by a bear shifter who went by the name of Garrison.

Terra was present with Cara during the birth as she had been given her tips all through the entire pregnancy stage. “So you picked a matching outfit for you and Eleanour, leaving Eric out.” One of the mothers, Mrs Morgan, pointed out and Terra frowned. Mrs Morgan had two kids who were two years apart and they were so cute and little and the two kids were boys. She was married to a billionaire who owned a water distribution company.

The next face to come into view was a man who appeared to be in his thirties with short, dark hair. He looked utterly exhausted, and when everyone began to say hello, I found out this was Andrew, the Philly Area Leader. A woman joined us via the screen shortly thereafter, and I learned that her name was Morgan. She had long, brown wavy hair and was cute but feisty looking. Her area was in Montana. “Oh, my gosh!” Morgan gushed, leaning closer to the screen. “You look so much like your dad!”

Alex roared, fists clenching at his sides, barely able to process the reality of what was happening. “No!” Lara cried, her voice thick with fear, and I turned to face her as her expression shifted from confusion to dawning horror. “Morgan—he’s escaped. He has Eliza!” Morgan. The name sent a cold shiver down my spine. He had always been a shadow lurking in the fringes. I should have killed him years ago! And now he had Eliza. “Get in!” Grayson shouted, urgency breaking through his fury. “We need to follow them!”

Morgan’s voice were less command, more plea. She did. They were alone on the catwalk, the city stretched below like a bruise. Morgan leaned close enough that Carolina could smell the last dregs of the day’s coffee. “I meant what I said. I’m not sentimental. If you want out, now’s the time.” Carolina stared at her, perplexed. “I know the world’s kicked your teeth in,” Morgan said. “But we’re good. You keep them whole. I’m not sure why.” Carolina swallowed, wishing she had a better answer than the one that came. “Me either.”

He was supposed to be gone another couple of days, but there he stood in the garage doorway, duffel bag dropped at his feet, eyes wide as he watched his stepfather fuck into his best friend. “Mmm…” In all of it , Morgan didn’t stop or slow down for a second. If anything, he thrust harder, one hand still gripping my hip as he looked over at Jesse with a dark, challenging smirk. “Jesse…ahh…” I choked out, panic and shame crashing through me even as my body clenched around Morgan’s cock. I was so close to the edge I couldn’t think straight.

Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino. Usually, these meetings end with her going after some target and getting blood on her hands. She let out a deep sigh, turning her back to the window. She grabbed her cell phone and a gun, leaving her apartment in the same minute. She sped her car through the busy streets of New York City, experiencing a fine drizzle. Before reaching the shed where the organization meets, Morgana bought two coffees. One for herself and the other for Daryl. She parked in front of the shed, going inside with the coffees in hand. Inside, everything was as it had always been. In fact, abandon

I was never one to cry over a guy, not even one I barely knew. But somehow, I found myself weeping on Marcella's lap curled up like a teenage girl on a bad school night. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. What was it about this guy that made it hurt so much? Maybe it was the promise of what could have been between us. We would've looked good together, and it would've been a dream come true to land an amazing job, and the man of my dreams at the same time. Why did I even care so much? I'm Leah Garcia, I NEVER cry over men, and I definitely wouldn't start now.

He heard his phone buzz with a message being sent to him and he immediately walked over to where his phone was on the table, picking it up to check the contents of the message. Before he could, he heard his phone ringing. He picked it up and placed it near his ears as he waited for the caller to begin speaking. "I finally found a photo of her on her wedding day sir. Luckily, I also found out that she was the care giver of Mr Alcantara before he wedded her. She was a business student at one of the universities in Italy before she began working for him" the man across the phone said. " Business student?" He repeated. He and picked a business course for Morgana when he wanted to send her abroad

“Viewers! Last night, Peter Morgan, a Massachusetts senator, was arrested by a joint team of the FBI and the prosecutor’s office on charges of corruption, money laundering, and various other illegal activities.” A female news anchor spoke enthusiastically in front of the camera. The microphone was held close to her chin with a serious expression. “Peter Morgan’s crimes have shocked the international, particularly among celebrities, designers, and artists, as he dragged down top names like Mallory West, Jemima Hors, Oscar de Ragetti, and Mr. Morgan’s wife and brother-in-law. Joining us now is Mr. Malcolm Golden from the federal prosecutor’s office.” The camera shifted to a face I recognized w