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“Do you really think that little of me?” “When it comes to women?” he asks, arching a brow. “Absolutely. You know you’re a dog, don’t deny it.” I laugh, because I can’t. And he’s right to warn me to stay away from Brooke, though I don’t plan to listen. “Fuck,” Reid mutters from across the table, dropping his face into his hands. Slowly, he picks it back up, looking warily in the direction of the door. All four of us follow his gaze to see who just walked in. It’s Arabella, the girl that Reid was seeing and recently broke things off with- and she’s entering the bar arm-in-arm with Leo. He’s another squad member, one of our best trackers.

“We leak part of this. Not everything, just enough to raise questions and get the judge curious.” “And Clara nervous.” “And Victoria rattled.” It was almost surgical. Reeves crafted the leak like a scalpel instead of a weapon. No messy accusations, no dramatic expose just a quiet little whisper sent to a reporter he’d worked with once, someone who owed him a favor and knew how to ask the right questions without making it look like a favor at all. A line in a blog, a question in a public forum, a leaked report with no names attached just the outline of a story too suspicious to ignore.

Where the hell is Leslie ! " Reid , you don't get it do you ?" I heard Leslie's voice from her room. Reid ? What's he doing here ? I quietly take off my shoes not to cause issues and tip toe to Leslie's door. The sake of eavesdropping. " Girl, we just fucked. " And you weren't supposed to wear a fuckin condom ? You wanted bare and you got me pregnant." Leslie yell. I gasp and place my hand on my chest. Leslie's pregnant for Reid ? That creepy freaky best friend of Gray.

Elara: You should explain the leaks first. The reply came instantly. Adrian: I didn’t do this. She believed him. That was the problem. Across the city, Adrian Hale stood in his office, jacket discarded, tie loosened, hands braced against the glass wall overlooking Valemont. His world was collapsing in bullet points and headlines, and the only thing that hurt more than the damage was knowing Elara might think he’d caused it. The leaks were real. Brutal. Precise. Too precise. “Find the source,” he snapped into the phone. “Internal and external. I don’t care how far back you have to dig.”

Later that evening, a respected investigative journalist known for exposing corporate corruption received an anonymous envelope containing documents detailing suspicious financial transactions between Reed Corp and Ariadne Holdings. The journalist, intrigued, immediately began digging deeper, completely unaware of the precise calculations that led to this leak. The information was enough to set the stage for a new wave of attacks, proving that Ashton and Avery's quiet celebration was truly the calm before a much larger storm. ***

Reid said heavy with guilt. Jasper’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. “I did,” he replied solemnly. “Not precisely directly like that, but I was there for a meeting where they discussed The Wicked Moon and I didn’t say anything. I understand, Reid. I really do.” “Not quite the same thing,” Reid reached across the center console. “Not really the same thing at all. You told me about that, as well, and I… I didn’t say that I had photos of my best friend fucking a tied-up man on my phone as blackmail to force him to spy on your pack.”

Reid, the guy we’d caught for treason was in the basement, strapped to a chair that was bolted to the ground. Rex led us to the basement. I wanted this to go quickly and possibly not use my fists. “He still hasn’t spoken,” Rex said. “Good luck.” Rex opened the door and let the three of us in. “Isn’t it the fab three?” Reid said. “You’re in a chatty moon,” Storm commented. “Good sign.” “I’ve got a lot to say to you, Maverick,” Reid spat. “I don’t even know you man, but let it out, man.” I crossed my arms and my shoulder protested.

I was walking to and fro inside Reid's room, trying to relate one event to another. First, Reid became devastated when Andrea broke his heart, the reason why he was out of his mind according to Walter. Then a day after that breakup, Reid met a car accident and the main cause was losing his car's brake. The reason why it was lost, remains obscure. Then, a secret conversation between Dr. Smith and Uncle Sam in the hospital where Reid was admitted before he was moved to Canada. Then, that thiopental sodium that was administered into Reid's body, causing his unconsciousness to prolong. And the two incidents happened when I was driving on the road. I think these are already enough for me to hire

Reid scoffs, snatching two glasses of Moët and downing them in quick succession. “She tried to reject me,” he spits, the words thick with anger and disbelief. I exhale slowly, my lips pressing into a firm line. I suspected this might happen. I glance at my friend, torn. If he knew why Gaia said those things, he wouldn’t be tearing himself apart like this. But I can’t tell him. If anyone had gossiped about what Claudia had endured, I’d have ripped their tongue out without hesitation. And Reid? He’d do worse. He has a talent for pain, which is why he commands the warriors.

"You're going all in." "We don't get a second chance," Caiden said. "I also want the press statement ready by morning. The full truth. My account of 1994, Nadia's mother's statement, the emails, the trading logs. Everything. We leak it the second the regulatory filings go through so Roland doesn't have a single second to spin a defense." Leo closed his laptop, picked up the paperwork, and stood. "I'll have it ready for both of you." He gave them a tight nod and slipped out, closing the door behind him.