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Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

I looked at my Omega, it was after midnight. “Go get in the shower. I’ll get rid of these assholes.” Maggie wasn’t happy but she slunk off to hide. I opened the door, stark naked, and told the guys to fuck off. “Hey fuck you, McMahon! I outrank you!” “Yeah,” I retorted. “By three days!” At this point, the light came on in the manager’s office and a few guest doors opened, heads peeking out. “Guys, let’s not get kicked out on our first night, huh?” I was trying to be the voice of reason.

They had barely slept, keeping a constant vigil over their friend. It didn't take long before they heard footsteps. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing their attention. Because it was early in the morning and late at night, everyone was asleep, so everyone heard their footsteps. Nathan, Alex, and other members of the upper echelon of La Xiena Mafia approached, their faces etched with concern. Dylan was noticeably absent.

Just like the one Lily yelled out, a sun and a moon right under each other. “What is it that you want?” One of the men asked Axel. “I am here to negotiate the rates.” Axel replied. “We already negotiated the rates with Mr. Marcon.” “Mr. Marcon has moved to another division.” Axel replied as she started to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nice coffee though.” Axel said and walked around the table and stared at those tattoos. “Unless you think I am unreasonable, let me explain ourselves. We have you guys under satellite surveillance twenty four hours a day, we hear everything you say, we know everything you do too.” Axel said and took a seat.

Freya is able to sense them both, though, and knows neither Binx nor Pandora are feeling any fear right now. Only a few minutes later, they both return, letting me know that there are no traces of demons in the building. “How do you anonymously call the police?” Nicole asks as we head back to the car. “I’ll have Lucas handle it.” I open the driver’s side door and take my purse off my shoulder, slipping the feather back inside. “He’ll know what to do.” “Because he’s dealt with a lot of dead bodies.” Naomi slides into the seat behind me and Pandora jumps up and moves into the middle spot.

Money Over Trust At 6 PM, the Nurth Strip Club came alive, its pulsating neon lights casting shadows over the grungy street outside. Attorney Jameson Danae parked his sleek black car at the curb, adjusting his tie as he stepped out. The heavy bass from the club’s music reverberated through the air, a stark contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor. As he entered, the thick scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol hit him like a wave.

Asked Red, looking around the court room. “He is not.” Nick spoke up. “He’s your mothers personal guard yet he is not guarding her?” Glasses guy asked. Emily mentally high fived him. She loved the way he took no shit from Nick. “None of our guards work around the clock, sir …” Nick all but spat out the last part of that statement. “They do have breaks and they also have to sleep at some point.” But glasses guy just smirked… he seemed to enjoy getting Nick riled up but Emily couldn’t blame him.

“Hello? Yeah, we’re in the parking lot now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “…” “Oh, you’re coming to get me?” “…” “Alright. I’m still in Night’s car.” There was another pause before he ended the call. He turned to the man beside him. “Manager’s on his way. What about you? What are you doing after this?” Night glanced at the clock. “It’s only 10 AM. I’ll probably hit the gym. What time will you finish?” “Manager said the event should wrap up by 2 PM.”

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

I checked the Glock 19 taped underneath the dining table. I was prepared for dinner. I was also prepared for war. Dorian entered the kitchen from the back door. He wore his tactical vest. He looked grim. "The perimeter is quiet," Dorian reported. "Too quiet. The usual evening patrol is missing. I only saw one guard at the gate and he looked nervous." "Who is the shift commander tonight?" I asked. "Beta Marcus," Dorian said. I frowned. Marcus was weak. He was a gambler with a mountain of debt. I had bought his mortgage along with the rest of the pack but I had not looked closely at his personal liabilities yet.