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I will make her feel proud that she chose me instead of him. "C'mon, I need to show you something," Zaan said, taking my hand. I said, "Okay," and she moved much closer to the edge of the cliff. My heart was in my mouth at this point. Yes, I was a strong warrior, but I knew without a doubt that falling into that cliff was going to result in both of us dying. However, Zaan said, "If you trust me, Walker, then jump with me." "What?" I looked at her as though she was crazy. "Jump with you?"

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

The same thing, in different rooms, across different lifetimes. I find Zane in the training ground after dinner, running drills with Jas and two of the other advanced track candidates. He hasn't told me he plans to help with the training, he just showed up, apparently, in the way he does things he's decided matter without announcing them. Jas is visibly thrilled in the way she's trying not to look visibly thrilled. I sit on the low wall at the edge of the ground and watch.

The story everyone’s invested in. My fingernails dug deeper into my bag strap—i was sure they’d start to bleed. ”And you two,” Her smile widened, “are perfect.” I stared at her. “I’m sorry, what?” ”Think of it this way. The journalist who exposed him.” She gestured to me. “And the athlete she nearly destroyed.” She gestured back to Zane . ”That sort of tension is what makes television compelling.” ”What exactly are you saying?” Zane’s voice was rising again.

My fingers curled slowly. Another victim. Another woman. Another life ended. Zane suddenly climbed onto the couch beside me. He stared at the screen. “What are they talking about?” he asked softly. “A bad person hurt someone,” I said gently. He watched the screen carefully. The camera zoomed in on the victim’s clothes. Zane leaned closer. “Wait.” I frowned. “What?” He pointed at the screen. “Her chest.” I squinted. There. A stain on the shirt. Red.

Mabel’s POV “I told you not to do something this stupid. Why did you jump?” Zane’s voice cracked over the roar of water. I coughed, choking back a laugh as I clung to his shoulders. “Because you did, and I’m not letting you face anything alone.” He glared, but I could see the fear bleeding through the hard lines of his face. The water churned around us, cold and heavy. Zane’s hand gripped a jagged rock to steady us while his chest heaved. Drops slid down his lashes. My pulse pounded too fast for the thin air I kept dragging in.

Aira gruffed. “A lap dance on each other clubbed with a pole dance,” Ryder declared. “And Zane will be your chair while one of you shall sit on him and the third one shall give a full on, scintillating lap dance to the first girl !” I added and everyone looked at me in shock but then applause broke out and great hooting ensued. Serves these rascals right. “I am so gonna kill you, dipshit,” Zane hollered in obvious fury. Sorry Beta dear.

RIDING THE BAD BOY ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS ZAYLA The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.

Suddenly my door bangs open and strong arms haul me up bridal style. “You’re about to shift, Annalise. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Jarek, get your ass down to the shifting dungeon! Don’t shift while I’m carrying your ass to the dungeon.” Zane grunts and tries to keep me still as he sprints down two flights of stairs, across the foyer, and then down the stairs leading to the dungeon. “It hurts so bad! I’m going to die, aren’t I? Zane, oh my God!”

Another rogue jumped at Zane, they locked in a fist hold, and another sneaked towards him, we both didn't see it coming, all I saw was his claws tearing open Zane's stomach. My hands dropped, "No."