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she laughed but I saw the pain and tears in her eyes. I took it from her. "Don't worry, Agnes. After all of this is over, I'll hand Serena Black to you to do as you please" "I'll be forever grateful to you, Alpha" Serena Black — the daughter of my mother's murderer. She was an easy one, almost not even a challenge. I bet if I had offered her, she'd be all over my dick in a second. She is an entitled little whore, who thinks she's all that but in reality she is dumber than a box of rocks. She was also power-hungry, selfish, and cruel like the rest of her family. I know everything about that bitch.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

He could spot her with just a glance. His throat itched for tequila, he was addicted to that shit. Just as he turned to make his order, he heard a very unpleasant chuckle. "Look who showed up," His jaw knotted in anger as he turned to stare at his nemesis. The first thing that caught his eye was Sergio's attire. An all-black attire. Sergio hated black. He was more into the flashy colors and bling. "I see you decided to go all out in trying to be me," Ghost scoffed. Black was his thing. Sergio had copied his dress sense just to fuck with his mind tonight.

I’ve gotten used to it, but some crack incredibly fast under certain circumstances. I look at myself in the mirror and resist the urge to laugh. I look like I’m about to dodge laser beams while breaking into a secure facility. My ass looks great though, which is a plus. Soon there’s another knock at my door. I walk over and answer it to find a man in a pristine suit with a blindfold in his hand. “Miss Blackheart, it’s time for the opening ceremony,” he informs me.

This was proof of how much I missed Serena. “You can easily make it tense.” She shifted slowly, standing in front of my cock, which was already firmly erect. “Just for you, babe. Do you miss him?” I asked, rubbing her cheeks, which were soft as peaches in spring. Serena rolled her eyes. “Your big black cock is one of my favorite body parts. It's difficult to get a cock like this.” I laughed at that. Serena's silly behavior really made my day. “You really like something black, long, and big?”

Serena smiles at him before going to give him a kiss on the cheek. The ride down the elevator is quiet and I can tell Serena and Grey are having a conversation with each other via mind link. I pay it no mind, putting my sunglasses on and taking deep breaths, appreciating the clean, non Azrael smelling air. The doors open and we walk to the lobby, my heels making a loud echoing noise as I move. My breath catches when I see him. He’s wearing all black. Black suit, tie, and dress shirt that look like they’ve been molded to his body. A pair of black slacks and black suspenders to match. I see him tense as he smells my presence. Looking up from his phone, his hair is slicked back and I watch as h

“Whatever we do, whatever happens – he stays safe.” “Of course, sir.” Across town, in the Blackwood mansion, a different scene was unfolding. Serena Blackwood’s anger was evident as she smashed a crystal object, the sound reverberating through the room. “How dare you even come here!” A glass shattered against the wall, its shards falling around the person kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” Ghost whispered, blood trickling from where the glass had cut his cheek. The professional killer – the best money could buy – looked pathetically small under Serena’s wrath.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

The anchor’s voice filled the room, urgent. “This just in: shocking new developments surrounding Sera Blackwood…” Both our heads snapped toward the screen.

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr