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He whipped his head around and shouted at Lisa, "Shut up! Don't ever mention her again. Scum like me deserves to be stuck with trash like you for life!" Lisa bit her lip hard and sneered coldly, "Ha! Then we'll be stuck forever. Like anyone else would want a loser like you." They kept cursing at each other like they were trying to spit out every nasty word in existence. They hadn't noticed me standing there. Just as they were getting ready to leave, Byron suddenly paused, as if he sensed something. He looked up and spotted me. Our eyes met. He panicked immediately, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

" Every word hit exactly where it hurt. The color drained from his face. The fake patience he had been holding onto finally cracked. "Silvia! Are you done yet? I've already humbled myself. What more do you want? Do you really want to destroy everything we've had all these years?" Everything we had? I repeated the words quietly in my head. They sounded almost laughable. "Do you really think our problem is just about what happened yesterday?" He shifted under my gaze, clearly unsettled. "Then what? You're the one making a big deal out of nothing." I smiled. As I smiled, tears started falling without warning.

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

GOD "Oh my God!" the girl’s mother shrieked, her face as red as a tomato, glaring at her husband. "Peter! You forgot to close the door again, didn’t you?! I told you to check." Zazu and I exchanged glances, our hands clamped over our mouths to keep from laughing hysterically. We were barely holding it together. Zazu’s eyes were watering, and I was almost doubling over in silent fits of laughter. It was too much.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

“That sounded personal.” “I think I’m hungry,” I confessed. “I’ll handle it.” “No, we’ll do it together,” I said, sitting up and stretching. “But let’s make it fun.” He looked at me like I’d just suggested building a spaceship. “Fun?” “You ever made pancakes in pajamas while dancing to 2000s R&B?” “No.” “Then buckle up.” --- Cue music. I turned the speaker on, and Beyoncé’s “Love on Top” started playing.

"Kael? Was he ever... a king?" ​"Kael Davis is in Room 401," Dr. Parsley said, sighing as he closed a digital folder on his tablet. "He’s been in a catatonic state since the bankruptcy trial. You created the 'God of War' persona because you couldn't accept that the man who built an empire could be broken by a simple court order."

Zenni laughed mockingly. "Like...a mechanic?" Jehlani gasped. "Exactly!" Zenni grinned. "Eew!" Pasha pulled back, closing her communication handout. "What the fûck? Like the actual fûck?" Pania dropped her leg from the table immediately. Beatrice turned on her electric handfan, fanning herself.

"Are you going to tell Daz?" "No," Patch said. "He doesn't need to know right now. Speaking of," Patch said, seeing Daz's number pop up on the caller ID of the garage's phone. "Hello?" he answered. "Close shop for thirty. We're meeting at the clubhouse." Patch hung up. "Looks like we spoke up the devil." Gabriel and Patch walked over toward the remains of the clubhouse, seeing everyone standing around the ashes of the building dramatically. Patch ran his finger into his shaggy brown hair, and sighed.

Chapter 80: Then There Was Nothing --Drake-- “Fuck! Demi no!” What the hell is she doing? There’s no way Demi can fight against this son of a bitch. He’s way stronger than I anticipated. They don’t call him the God of War for no reason. I am dead tired. I’m blaming it on being out of the game for twenty years or so. I can’t let my fatigue stop me. I have to keep pushing. I can’t let anything happen to Demi.