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That person is about to happily grab the bundle that she pulls her arm back a little while making him confused. "Remember my one thing, as soon as you take this money, you leave from here and don't appear here again for a few months, because even if by mistake, Smaran comes to know about it, then he won't leave you alive and even if by mistake she comes to know that I have got all this done by you, then I won't leave you alive. It is in your best interest that you disappear from this town for a few months. You get it", She warns him while showing her forefinger and then hands over the bundle of notes to him.

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

I froze in place, my thoughts juggling even when I tried to put the pieces of the situation together. “When I ran off to New Orleans six years ago, it was because I stumbled into something Father thought he’d buried,” she said slowly, her voice steady. “That was when I found out what the Rossis had done—and why Axel murdered Father. The only way we can reclaim power in the underworld is by joining forces with another powerful empire.” Mafia underworld. Empires. Blah blah blah. I didn’t want to hear any of it. What I wanted was a peaceful life back in Willow Creek, not something that would endanger my life.

I had been with Marcus Hale for eight years. I gave him two children, but his heart had always belonged to another she-wolf. When my cousin, his first love, returned to the pack, I finally realized it was time to end things. I went to the pack's administration office to file the paperwork to leave the pack. But the moment I stepped inside, I heard Marcus's voice. "The pack anniversary banquet is next month. That dress fits you perfectly." Then a she-wolf replied, sounding hesitant, "But that gown belongs to the Luna. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to wear it?"

I can taste blood. Ewwww. I dont like blood. But it’s like I am craving it. Strange. I don’t like bitter things. And especially weird smelling foods or drinks. But my body is responding on its own. It’s like a magnetic pull. Am I dead? "Callum. Wake up". I heard some faint sound. Someone is calling me. But why am I tied up? Why can’t I move? Someone kidnapped me? But why would someone. I don't have anything to offer.

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Miranda POV Amanda pulled her phone out and pulled up the article she had saved in her search history. I stared in shock as I read the newspaper headline “Boyfriend of Alecia Pike sentenced 22-years for Manslaughter.” Wait. What am I looking at? I’m confused at first but it becomes clearer as I continue to read, “Joel Johnson, boyfriend of slain woman received a sentence of twenty-two years in the murder of Alecia Pike in the First Judicial District Court of Virginia today after a week-long sentencing hearing. The extended hearing allowed the many victims and families of the victims in this case to testify for the court’s consideration. It was reported that the second victim, a minor in the

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

I glared. "Oh yes, I do. What's it about?" He asks, opening it on the same page where I was at. "It is a thriller one, you know where someone commits a heavy crime and murders the main character's whole family.." "Yeah? Interesting," he went back onto the very first page. This guy really just read the author's note, oh my goodness he is killing me... "Give it back." "Eh, maybe when I finish it," he smirks. "Not a chance, Ellis, hand it over."