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she grins even more. “Boy...I was furious...” her eyebrows rise at the memory that was agonizing back then. “And somehow you came up with a plan to expose them. Mixed bleach and detergent together, spilled them under the laboratory door creak,” Mike recalls the day, years ago. “They slipped and fell on the way out, messing their expensive dress, with white patches all over. Did you see Marcus’s black tux? I mean, he was a freaking dalmatian!!!” she laugh out, finally.

Danielle smirked and my face turned as hot as red pepper. What was he up to now ? “I swear I will run away if you pound that mighty thing of yours, up my sore peach again,” I tried to come out as stern, failing miserably however, because Micalo- the pain in the ass kept sending fvcking l*wd images in my mind. “Look ! How we look under mate when his fingers are knuckle deep inside us along with his hot rod,” Micalo blew out his cheeks as if too flustered by the mere thought and fanned himself.

Mica POV I crawled out of the bed....I pulled off my nightie and tied a towel around my waist I was about entering the bathroom when my phone awoked with a call I checked the caller to see that it James I hissed loudly throwing the phone on the bed That b@stard He's nothing but a double crossing motherfuvker I had a nice hot shower...I thought about Max as the warm water rained on me I bet he never wants to see my face again

I tried to focus on their joy. But Adrian had stiffened beside me. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t speak. Just handed me a black envelope that had been slipped into his coat by a gloved waiter. No name. No return address. I opened it slowly. Inside was a single photo. Micah. Sleeping. From above. Taken at night. Through the nursery camera. And scribbled in red ink: DNA never forgets. Adrian snatched the photo and crumpled it. But I had already memorized every detail.

Sometimes I forgot he was almost old enough to be my father. “Well, thanks,” he replied flatly, stretching his arms over his head. I rolled my lip between my teeth as I watched him. Gray circles under his eyes betrayed he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, or maybe several nights in a row. Something clanged and Mikey cursed. “Goddammit, hold on.” Mikey growled under his breath as he picked up a pair of tongs he’d dropped. He was carrying a platter of food. “What the fuck are you doing, Mikey?” Killian chuckled as Mikey went red in the face and dropped off a set of plates and a platter of bruschetta on our table.

Next, Micah immediately bulged his eyes. “Oh my gosh! Maureen must have pooped!” squealed Micah covering his mouth. Hearing that, instantly Alex and Claire were frozen in place. Then they looked at each other with gaping faces. Micah quickly grabbed Maureen from Alex's arms and quickly checked her pants. Alex grimaced at the sight of his hand that had been stained with yellowish liquid. Micah looked at Alex with an apologetic face. “Sure enough, Maureen pooped and she wasn't wearing a bra! I'm sorry. I apologize. I have to clean up her poop now. Once again, I apologize and thank you,” Micah again bowed his body, then scurried away from Alex and Claire's presence.

“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

I’d even joked that we could just hire some schmuck for $200 an hour, but Mickey said we had to keep the appearance that we were doing all we could. “I’m working on that, an older couple on a date in the corner, they’ll change their minds soon,” Mickey said. “Not directly I hope,” Isaac said, raising his eyebrow. “I didn’t finish college but I ain’t stupid. I got people,” Mickey said, grinning. “The cameras were disabled, but there was footage from a shop across the street they took. We’re waiting for a copy, they claim they can ID you from it Aleksey, and a guy that looks like Mickey walking next to you,” Leo said.