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He took a cab to the undertakers' hideout. "Scott where have you been?" Martin asked immediately he saw him walking inside. "I'm more surprised that cabs still work in the middle of the night," Ronnie said. "Where is the thing?" Scott Asked ignoring them both. "Here" Martin scoffed handing it to Scott. Scott opened it and read. "Get rid of Justin smith as you did before" Scott read inwardly. "It says as you did before, you can't kill a fly and it says before, are they talking about those three men we shot at the subway or something else?" Martin asked.

I had the truth. "I will wait for your call," I said. "Three days," Mr. Specter said. "Stay hidden. The world is going to be very loud tomorrow. Do not listen to the news. Just stay quiet." I walked out of the office. The hallway was empty. I took the elevator down to the street. I felt like a different person. In my past life, I was always running away. Now, I was the one who was waiting to strike. * * Scott’s POV

he grumbles. “Stand down, Scott, I come with good news and a proposition that I think you’re going to want to hear,” Harken says and raises his hands in defence. Scott scoffs in disbelief but steps away from the door and walks back to his desk. He takes a seat behind it and motions to one of the two leather seats in front. “Say what you need to say and leave quickly, I’m very busy thanks to you,” Scott says, barely looking at him. “Well, maybe what I’m here to say will help ease your burden. I can possibly help you take down a mob boss hiding out in Sierra Vista, who might have ties or rival connections with Ashton and his father. How does that sound?” Harken says with a smirk.

“You researched the area before, didn’t you?” “Yes,” Scott admits with a grin. “I’ll bet I even know where you live.” “Is it that obvious?” I laugh. “You’re an artist. Carleton Artist Lofts is nearby. It just seems to make sense. Am I wrong?” Scott asks. We enter the coffee shop, and I get a strong whiff of ground beans. I chuckle. “And here I thought I was being so stealthy.” Scott pulls out a chair for me at one of the pleasantly beat-up tables. “Don’t worry about it. I moonlight as an amateur detective.”

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

Nothing better than 15 hours on the road to seethe and piss him off even more. Devyn was still nowhere to be found. It was like she jumped into a black hole and no one has seen or heard from her since. Her last known appearance was in New Orleans a few weeks ago, but that was about it. Closing in on New York, he starts getting antsy at seeing Dimitri Baranov after so long. He knew that if any other gangs were leaving dead bodies in Hell’s Kitchen, he would intervene and kill them. So what would Dimitri do?

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

A part of me hoped he would, but the larger, more logical part knew that it was better if he didn’t. I hailed a cab, and as soon as I settled into the backseat, I let out a shaky breath, the tension slowly seeping out of my body. As the cab drove through the city streets, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and doubts. Could it be true? Could the Scott family really be as shady as Zane claimed? And if they were, what did that mean for me? For everything I thought I knew? I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion. I’d always known that the Scott family wasn’t perfect. No one was. But I’d never imagined that they could be involved in something so… criminal.

Scorpio continued, her gaze unwavering, "you'll find yourself facing consequences far beyond your reckoning. Your ambitions are leading you astray, blinding you to the dangers that lie ahead." She paused, allowing her words to sink in before delivering her final warning. "Consider this your last chance to heed my advice. Turn back now, before it's too late. Otherwise, you'll find yourself on the wrong side of fate, with no one to blame but yourself." With that, Scorpio turned on her heel and made her exit, leaving the mafia boss to contemplate the gravity of her warning. It was a stark reminder that in the unforgiving world of organized crime, even the most powerful were not immune to the co