Romans & histoires Sidekick Notorious

Misusing a Federal Council vehicle? Three years minimum. Taking some random girl for a joyride behind my back? Bonus charges. If the Varonettis had half a brain, they'd have Marco grovel, and maybe—maybe—the Council would let it slide for the sake of our engagement. But then I looked at her. Ms. Caro. Arrogant. Entitled. And completely unsalvageable. She wouldn't budge from the back seat, and honestly, I wasn't in the mood to babysit. I turned away and started the engine. Lives came first. Marco could explain himself later.

she muttered, wiping her hands. Alaya didn’t even turn her head. The door creaked open. “Good morning,” came a man’s voice. Calm. Familiar. Alaya’s eyebrows knit together. Tasha’s voice was curt. “Who are you?” “Apologies,” the man said smoothly. “My name is Malik Westwood.” That got Alaya’s attention. She stood up slowly, walking to the door, her pulse quickening. Darius’s younger brother? The quiet one? She’d only met him once — briefly, at a charity gala Darius made her sneak into. He didn’t even acknowledge her then.

She immediately understood that it was time to meet Adam, so she sat in the car with him without wasting much time. Mark told her that Adam was the leader of a Mafia gang. He was known as ‘Black Tiger’. No one can see him. He never shows his face to anyone. Mark adopted other ways since today to catch him but he couldn’t succeed. This time he wanted Ana to do that. She was told that he never slept with the same girl twice. He never shows them their faces. He never talks to them. He was still a mystery. She had to figure it out. Mark had promised her to give her a huge amount for this task. This life was tiring for her, she wanted to have freedom. But before that, she was going to have her re

And here I thought Kiara and I were the most excited, but someone beat us to that, maybe even the entire school. “Hi Abby,I am Kiara.” Abby’s smile widened as she turned to me, she was expecting me to introduce myself as well. Usually, Kiara tends to be my mouth, cause I barely interact with strangers who 90 percent of the time make fat jokes that leave me depressed for days. They don't always notice the damage they do,only Kiara does. I glanced at her, expecting her to speak up, but instead she smiled, mouthing,*Come on.* I cleared my throat, returning my gaze to Abby, “I am Dawn.”

She was shivering a bit from the cold and looked from Mason to me before muttering, “Isn’t that the guy you told me to stay away from?” I nodded. “Yeah. Sid Paul. He’s not a good guy.” Sid took a couple of steps forward, moving from the rear end of the Mustang to stop at the driver’s side door. Mason stood at the front of the car with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like the last person I would want to pick a fight with. But Sid was crazy. Always had been. And he had Mark Denning at his right side, hovering over his shoulder like any respectable villain’s henchman. Had I not known how mean Sid really was, I might have found the whole thing comical.

~~~~~~ “Tom….what report do you have to give today…hope it’s good news” Miss Peggy growl at the harsh looking man, who was puffing out a ball of smoke off his mouth and nostril. He took in another draw from the tobacco pipe before looking straight into her eyes. He is the leader of the Kick-ass gang “My guys made a little progress…we hacked into the streets security cameras and got some footage of the day she left and after. We sighted her in one of the videos alongside a guy; they were heading for the airport.

“That’s terrible, Enzo" “We had each other. It wasn’t so bad. Alone, I don’t know what would’ve happened. Nothing good, probably. But looking after my brother made me push myself to become better. If I didn’t have him, there wouldn’t have been a VI Tech.” He snorted a laugh. “You know, he told me a while back that he actually missed those days — committing petty crimes and just barely getting by. That idiot can go wherever he wants in this fucking world and he wants to go back to our childhood on the streets of Moscow.”

Nick POV I arrive at the food court. I go to the table where my friends are sitting, and I take the seat next to Logan, bitch ass. He turns to look at me, then stands up and snaps. “Why the fuck do you smell like Mariah?" Logan growls. “You better watch your fucking mouth.” I growl. “Or what? What are you going to do, Nick?" Logan snaps. "Logan, calm down. I’m sure my brother has a perfectly good explanation for it.” Rose says.

Who knew what it looked like now? She exhaled and rested a hand on her lower abdomen. If Wesley hadn't cheated. If they'd had a baby together. Maybe things would've worked out. Too bad he'd ruined it. Her phone buzzed with a notification: [Cheswick Tech stock plummets. Founder Wesley Cheswick spotted drunk on the street.] The photo showed Wesley outside the company building, scruffy, eyes glassy. She stared for three seconds. Then she locked the screen and tossed the phone aside.

Time kept rewinding, but I still couldn't get out. Was I seriously doomed to die as the fake side chick? My fingers curled weakly as everything dimmed. Pain, panic, then nothing but darkness. *** "They already booked the room. They'll be here tonight. When the time comes, we'll catch them red-handed!" That voice jolted me awake. I froze. Felicity rushed over. "Lydia? You good? You look like crap. Want me to take you to a hospital?" I blinked, trying to get my bearings.