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Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

Goodbye - He sent it to Anna and closed his eyes. It is not easy... He is a human and he has feelings that hurt like hell. Zane wiped the wetness that pooled in the corner of his eyes. Now he has to get ready and go meet Claire. If she will accept his terms and condition. He will go with her... Zane switched off his phone and placed it on the centre table. He locked his apartment and came out. Zane hired a cab and gave the driver instructions to the place where he has to meet Claire. ***

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

Marcus said. We went back to the jellyfish. * * * Zane fell asleep in the car on the way back to my mother's. Twenty minutes into the drive, the deep sea creature book open on his lap, his head tipping sideways with the gradual inevitability of a child whose body has decided the day is complete regardless of the child's opinion on the matter. Marcus drove. I sat in the passenger seat and watched the city unspool outside the window and listened to Zane's breathing go deep and even behind me.

“What are you doing here?” He placed the book on the table and leaned back in his chair. “Reading.” I stared at him. “You?” His eyebrows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. “You hate reading.” “I don’t hate reading.” “Zane, you once told me books were just slow movies.” “And I stand by that.” I shook my head, trying not to smile. There was absolutely no way Zane Jaxon had willingly walked into the library to read.

Jane asked him "What Took You So Long? and why did you go alone today, I thought you will bring others with you?" "I think there a big problem" He replied Jane "What are you talking about" He said a big problem is about to happen!! "Can you talk to me! what are you talking about?" Jane was sounding nervous while replying. "I was bitten by a zombie!" Fred said and began to tremble. Jane told him "it is not possible, you can't be bitten by a zombie okay, and besides where did you see a zombie? I thought we killed all the zombies? so how did you find the zombie?"

“Reed and Red, Gem, Mike, and Light. How delightful that you’ve found your way to our home,” Zane’s voice was rough and smoky as he called out their names one by one. “I hope you’re prepared for lots of orgasms,” he said, his keen, shadowy eyes assessing them. Red studied him closely. He didn’t seem to be wearing any makeup, yet his eyes were smoky and impossibly seductive. Reluctantly, she conceded that Zane Blackwood’s dark eyes were the most captivating she had seen, second only to Reed’s.

“I sent eyes. Zara sent theatre. Learn the difference if you want to live next to him.” Zane’s hand found my wrist. Not tight. A count. One. Two. “You do not collect anything on this asphalt,” Zane said. “You want a table, you send a time that is not my fight night. You put a hand near that hospital again and I open every file I have left, including the ones with your stamp.” Harlan almost looked pleased. “There. The boy still has a spine. I was worried the fat girl had sat on it.” My palm itched. Zane’s fingers squeezed once. Not now.

His eyes glowed faintly as he let his thoughts drift. Zane’s pack was the key to his rise, the foundation upon which he would build his empire. Slowly but surely, he would dismantle Zane’s world, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. And then, when the time was right, he would take what was rightfully his, or what he thinks is rightfully his. 12:00 AM Cana’s phone buzzed, the soft sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. She stirred, quickly shutting off the alarm before it could wake Zane, who lay beside her, his exhaustion evident in his deep, steady breathing.

The web was too tangled. Zane’s gaze lingered on mine for a moment longer than it should have. He was waiting for me to speak. I didn’t say anything after a while, so he nodded stiffly. He took a last look at the papers peeking out from my pillow. “Have a good night, Ms. Ibe.” And then he walked away. ##