Rumble X22 Novels & Stories

I gritted out. "Alpha, I really need you to calm down," Lira finally said as she handed me two different tablets and a glass of water. "You will need to take both of these for the next two weeks. It will help with the internal healing as well as the external pain." "Calm down? You want me to freakin' calm down after finding out some bastard wants to kill my children?" I shouted at her and I was about to hit the poor woman when I felt Jayson's hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, seeing him shaking his head as his way of telling me that I needed to calm down.

A mix of flowers, citrusy lemon, and a hint of sandalwood. Madeline turned around and indicated I removed my dress by mocking the removal of her own. I did as I was told and let the draft of the empty room hit my bare skin. I rushed into the tub, letting the warm water sink onto my skin. The aroma intensified. It alleviated my tiredness and anxiety from last night. I sunk in and closed my eyes. I could fall asleep right here. Right now. Madeline pulled my right arm out and began scrubbing, while an unknown female did the same with my left.

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Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

They had won! I ignored their celebration and continued with the second announcement. "Second, to compensate everyone, the company will switch to providing childcare allowances." The crowd quieted. They stared at me expectantly. I cleared my throat and announced the number they had never dared to dream in their wildest fantasies. "For all eligible working mothers," I read, "each will receive a monthly childcare allowance of 200 dollars." The room went utterly silent. Keira's phone, poised to flaunt her victory, slipped from her hands with a loud crash, the screen shattering.