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Bryar asked. “I need to make a phone call.” She replied and walked out of the suite. ********* NEW YORK CITY Austin stared at Alex and Scott as they fixed their eyes on the screen, they watched the news about the death of the leader of the Triads. The news ended and they were both silent, Austin cleared his throat and Scott turned to him. “Do you feel threatened now?” Austin asked. Alex shot him a look and he hurriedly looked away from him. “Well, what… what are you guys going to do?” He asked, turning to Scott.

We spent late nights in the lab, pushing boundaries, dreaming of making breakthroughs in science. So what changed? Why does Gideon want Marcus dead? I rack my brain for answers, but nothing fits. This version of reality feels like a puzzle with missing pieces. But one thing is clear— I can’t let Marcus die. Scott pulls up outside the mansion, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. He parks smoothly, killing the engine before turning to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his voice is even when he speaks. “The box, sir?” He gestures toward the heavy case filled with cash, his tone professional.

I spent every second wondering how I got here, how did I get so lucky. Well I quickly learned that Scott doesn't do anything without a hidden agenda, literally every move he makes has some kind of purpose. It may not be obvious at the time, but when he's ready to let you know, he will. So our second day there, he sent Tilly off to a spa and said, “I think you're ready.” Scott pulled out a file, a terrorist that he had been stalking for some time. He was hiding out in a village about an hour away. Next thing I knew we were in a car and on the way.

When the room starts going wavy, I just look at Ryan. He’s here. He’s alive. I didn’t kill my best friend because I was too much of a coward to tell him I loved him. Oh, fuck, do I love him? “Maybe I’m out on a limb here,” Heather says, “but it seems kind of coincidental that Scott keeps coming up, right?” Ryan blinks. “What do you mean?” “I know you’re his class pet or whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “But you caught him accepting something from a dealer who’s been getting cocky lately, and he closed the Arkly early when we were supposed to be rush-printing a special edition. That’s weird.”

He waved a third set of papers in the air. “What is it?” “We found your client’s blood type and tire tracks at yet another murder scene.” Jones jammed a third set of copies against Scott’s chest. “Like I said, your boy certainly does get around. Don’t he?” WHEN SCOTT RETURNED, he sat across the table from me, loosened his tie, and began scanning what looked to be official documents. I slid the notepad toward him. “I wrote it all down. Everything.” “Good,” Scott mumbled, clearly distracted by the papers he held.

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

I just walked out. Now on the plane, I sat next to Sarah to keep Scott away while my half-brother worked a crossword and betrayed not a hint of concern. He did look up from time to time to smile at us and make comments about how good it was going to be to get home and how wonderful Malo had been to put him up while all “the unpleasantness” was going on. I informed Sarah of Scott’s strategy in low tones once we were in the air. “And Travis says there’s no paper trail to Scott at all?” she confirmed.

Tom sighed and looked at his best friend and said, "How is it?" After making sure Sheriff Webb's car was out of sight, then Scott led Tom into the house. Arriving at the house, Scott invited him to talk in his study room. They sat opposite each other at Scott's desk. He was silent and seemed to be deep in thought about all of this. The case of his father's death, the incident last night in the middle of the forest. He feared that one day Sheriff Webb would find out the truth and it would affect his family's reputation and business.

“Maybe it’s someone else from another case. You are an FBI agent. Surely there are dozens of people that want to kill you.” Scott gave her another dry look. “Nobody comes to mind off the top of my head.” The other car slowly edged its way forward, coming closer and closer until there were mere inches between their fender and Scott’s bumper. “Hold on,” Scott warned through clenched teeth. With a sharp yank of his wheel, Scott turned their vehicle to the right, narrowly avoiding an oncoming dump truck. The black car had no choice but to slam on their brakes or hit the larger machine, buying Scott and Alyssa a little time.

“I know that vile man is behind it. He spoke of her with so much possessiveness.” “Any idea where he could be right now? Or where you last spotted him?” Zayn was ready to hop on the case. It took Scott a while to recollect where he last met him, but he eventually remembered where the motel was. Zayn was already making phone calls despite the Sheriff’s promise that his men would soon find out. “Thank you so much for the leads, Scott. This is my number in case you get any more information.” He handed over his business card before hurriedly striding out of there.