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Just at the moment, I noticed Liam striding towards us wearing a smile. "Good evening ladies," He said. "Sandy, would you like to dance with me?" A very awkward silence fell over us and I felt like someone has slapped me hard. Oh...okay. Why does it feel so bad and insulting? "Oh, I er...I am not very good at dancing," Sandy muttered, her face flaming up. "You will be fine," Liam assured and to my surprise smiled widely at her, stretching out his hand. "Yeah, he's right," I added giving Sandy a bright smile as well though weirdly and to my utter disappointment I wanted to cry at the moment.

Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons. "I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn't that right?" The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking. "As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!"

"Don't tell me she's cast her evil eye on you too sister..." "That's enough all of you. Shouldn't you be working on improving your gaming skills? I think you guys are not at all ready for the competition tomorrow. In situations like this, you should support your team mate and not add fuel to the fire like you've all been doing!" Sandy yelled. Her outburst was completely unexpected, given the fact that she was known as the shy type and usually kept quiet unless asked a question. "Oh shut up Sandy, you look prettier that way!" Roberto an Italian Braver commanded.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

Nicholas howled in immense pain as the wrench successfully decoupled his family jewels from his body. Blood splattered everywhere as his body made involuntary spasms before folding from the agony of my assault. “BITCH!” He rasped out, in between his hollowed breaths. “Oh! Goody, I am not yet done, honey.” I sneered down at him. Like always I waited for guilt to crawl up to my veins yet as expected none came. I should have been disappointed, right? But I don't feel anything. There’s no remorse or shame just the vast hollowness that has been dwelling inside me for a long time.

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Bloody Lucas Jones! The car comes to a stop and Sandy gets out first followed by the annoying Rosey. I don’t usually call people names but Rosey is a slut, warriors, my gamma, and my beta have tapped that. Now she is trying her luck with me, the filthy rat! Sandy smiles at me and comes in her a hug. I hug her briefly but my eyes are glued on Shannon.

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???

I scuff "And the brother of the year award goes to" "No Sash" Tommy cuts me off "That's not what I'm saying, what I'm saying is give the guy a chance and if he does something like that again call me and I'll fly back and kick his ass" I laugh at my brothers stupidity "But for real Sash if he does something like that again then you'll know it wasn't just an off day for him" "Yeah I guess" picking at the blanket I now have draped over my lap I sign leaning my head against the back of the couch.

“Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business. I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs. No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.” Ten minutes later we rolled back into their crib. The second the door clicked shut, that thick-ass cloud hit me—weed smoke heavy, mixed with leftover perfume, stale pussy, and that unmistakable dried-cum stink hanging in the air like a signature. Sophia jerked her chin down the hallway, smirking. “My bedroom got the best shower, girl. Go wash that free-world desperation and failure sweat off your skin. Scrub hard because you still sm