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" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer. "Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with. I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out. I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

peon walk out of the place "Why he is calling me?we never interact in this journey till what work he have with me damn Jesus don't spoil my day" Paul reluctantly walks towards Roman's cabin. • • At Roman Cabin Roman is working on his laptop Someone knocks his door "Yes come in" roman granted permission "Excuse me sir" when roman hears someone voice he up his head "Sir have you called me" Paul ask "Yes yes Paul, come inside" Roman stoods up from his chair "Please take you are seat" roman offered

Her breath came in thin, broken pieces. Her eyes rolled back. “Aunt Nandini,” Roman said, shaking her body slightly. His eyes turned red in terror, his pulse echoing in his temples as the whole world began to fade around him. He let out a low guttural sound as he growled. “AUNT NANDINI.”

As he upped his game, making little sounds escape Rose’s mouth, while her eyes all but rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, he was frustrated to hear Stefan talk some more. When was the man going to leave? “You’ve never locked the door before,” Stefan answered, still refusing to back down, it would seem. True to himself, Roman answered the man succinctly, “Carpe diem.” That naturally did the trick. Indeed, whenever Roman used Latin expressions, or reverted back to Italian, his men knew not to argue. It wasn’t long before his sweet little butterfly got off her high, and began to spasm around him, milking him dry. A grunt of utter relief left him as he hit home one last time, and Rose o

"Look at how fast time flies. Alexia and I have plans." The late forties man chuckled and said, "Understood, young man. We'll busy ourselves elsewhere." He nodded and we walked off. Michael hadn't said much during our walk and I was nervous. Maybe I had said too much? I just wanted to shut them up for being so mean. I hurt over what people said and I sometimes couldn't hear them clearly. What more him, who could hear every word perfectly? "How?" Michael asked, breaking the silence. "Hm?" I asked, looking at him.

We've stopped the car and rolled the windows down so the other men know what's going on as well. “Pick up. Pick up. Pick up,” I whisper-chant to myself. He doesn't answer. ROMAN ends the call and immediately redials his number, laying his hand on my thigh and rubbing his thumb back and forth to comfort me. He finally answers, but he sounds like hell. “ROMAN...we...were”—he coughs into the phone—“we...were...attacked.” Oh my god. Our voices mesh together as we try to talk to him at the same time.

Besides, Asher could be bluffing or looking for a way to get under my skin. It’s probably best to ignore him instead of thinking of his words for a second. The still, heavy silence is interrupted by the sound of someone pounding on the door, bringing our attention to it. “Listen up, you two!” Romans' voice filters in. “I can’t wait another second to dive into that chicken. You two either come out now, or get to eat bones by the time you’re done with whatever gross thing you’re up to in there.” “Do you want to stay inside instead? We could make up some excuse…..Maybe I have a headache?” I whispered, the sound of Roman’s retreating footsteps interrupting the silence between us.

"Please." Lennon held Luca tighter against his chest and went. He heard the front door. He heard voices, low, then not low. He heard Roman's voice underneath it all, measured, directing, doing that thing he did where he sounded like he was still winning an argument even while everything around him was clearly falling apart. He heard the specific sound of a conversation deciding it no longer wanted to be a conversation. Then a sound that did not belong in any version of this night Lennon had let himself imagine.

I couldn’t bring myself to say the words with any joy or sincerity; every syllable felt like poison on my tongue. A slow, satisfied smile spread across Roman’s face, and he squeezed my hand, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. The priest nodded and turned to Roman. “And do you, Roman, take Genevieve to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?” “I do,” Roman replied, his voice calm and confident, without a hint of hesitation. “With the power vested in me,”