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Scott beat me out of the door. Her scent tasted so fresh, and deep in my lungs when I inhaled, it was like nothing I'd ever imagined. It was easy to find where she'd parked her car, and which way she went after. Scott road with me in my Bugatti downtown, to a part of the city I didn't visit often … or ever. Scott chuckled when we made a sharp left down a street that was known for drugs, and people that were up to no good. "You need to sway her quickly, and get her out of this part of town," Scott said, shifting in his seat.

Sarah looked up from her tablet. "I checked the routing information again." Everyone listened. "The signal came from a public internet connection." Of course it had. Nothing about this investigation was ever simple. "A library?" "No." Sarah's expression tightened. "A bookstore." Three hours later, they arrived in Tucson. The city felt familiar to Sebastian. Almost painfully so. Every street carried memories. Every neighborhood reminded him of another life. A simpler life. Before buried founders. Before secret siblings. Before missing twins. The bookstore sat downtown between an old café and an antique shop.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

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Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ The whiskey in my glass barely moved as I leaned against the bar, listening to the low murmur of conversation around me. The party was in full swing, music humming through the space as we talked. Tonight, however, the topic of discussion was different. “We let them have their fun,” Nikolai said simply. Scott raised an eyebrow. “Fun? Fun?” He let out a laugh, “Niko, they’re not starting a book club. They’re going after human traffickers. You know, murdery people. Like us. Except worse, because they don’t have the rules we do.”

TWO WEEKS AGO, BEFORE TRACY'S CONFINEMENT. KIA'S POV. "Take some men with you and search around. Since the crime was just committed, I am sure that the culprit must have left some clues or any traces." That was the last instruction I gave to Scott before he left. Speaking of which, I had forgotten to ask him about Hunter, I could not help but wonder what he was up to because he did not show up at all, nor did he notify me or anything.

401 "Though I was stunned, I heard every word she muttered to herself in the desolated parking lot. She said things like: You're enjoying celebrating Claire's birthday so enthusiastically when I'm out of jail? You seem totally unbothered. Don't like your attitude, Hunter. You're always so boastful of your wealth and connections.... She muttered more but it was gibberish to my ears." Scott gulped to wet his throat before he picked up again, "Then she sat inside the car and took off. Well, someone clever would have informed the police and got her arrested. I happened to follow her instead. I went after her on my bike while keeping my lights off. That way I followed her all the way till here— t

Maggie grew serious, “Ya must promise to take care of this book. ‘Tis older than this old house. Don’t let anyone touch it, not even your brother. Promise?” Tara nodded in agreement. There was something sacred about the whole scene. She felt like she was pledging before God. She would keep the secrets of the book close to her until told otherwise. When Maggie got up to leave, Tara ran into the coat room to get her car keys to drive her home. When she had returned to the living room, it was quiet. The breeze gently tugged at the draperies through the open windows and the dusk outside them showed a bright orange skyline lining the tree tops. There was no sign of her friend. She’d left a

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains content that may be disturbing to some readers, including themes of death and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. "Do you have a reservation, ma'am?" the man asked as I gazed at the lavish restaurant. It was Friday night, so the place was packed. Most people were dressed to the nines, adorned with fancy clothes and jewelry. Earlier, a woman had given me a head-to-toe once-over, but I just arched an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered.

Scott was in the grain and oil business and had always been a law-abiding citizen of the town. How could there be tax evasion? Larry felt that there was a pair of black hands behind the scenes which was manipulating everything. Scott didn't reach him for several days in a row, he should have known something had already happened to him. By the way, there was the issue of the Mayflower Hair Salon. Who knocked him out last night? And who sent him back home? Larry calmed down a little, he looked around the crowd and felt like there was a pair of eyes in the dark silently watching him.