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She could just share it with anyone so that I would feel more threatened to do her bidding. My phone chimed with a text notification from Madison: “Your 24 hours are up, baby.” I dumped the phone back on the table and looked out the window. She had me by the balls now, and I needed to play into her court if I wanted to get her favor. Especially that video. I didn’t like the way she held it over my head, and it was just a matter of time before she held it over Isabella’s head. Madison was unnecessarily vindictive and should not be trusted, which is exactly why I need to get my hands on that video she held so firmly over my head.

She turned to Sinclair. "Give me my money." He smirked, it made Kerry want to mop his face with the floor. "Call them off." Kerry warned again. Sinclair giggled. "I'm not letting you go until you hand over my money Widoeth, it's either you follow me back to my apartment or you sign of your rights of ownership right this instant…" "Over My Dead Body." Sinclair snickered at her reply, he pulls out a gun and Kerry's unfazed expression seemed to piss him off.

"Get your fucking dwarf ass on that seat" "If you kill me, you won't be able to get to Federico" Shina jumped on the chair,this time standing on it. He closed his eyes, spreading his hands out like he was about to receive a blessing from God. Dami pulled the trigger and fired another shot next to him. Shina jumped to the floor again. "Seems like you really want to kill me" Shina said as he hid under the table to protect himself from Dami's shots.

Abby and the woman exchanged some pleasantries, and she paid something. "Alrigggght. I',m sorry for the interruption. I paid for my purchaed bag. Where was I again? I'm done buying. Please tell me everything, Natasha Harkins. I mean everything. Alpha Ali doesn't deserve you more than anyone else, Natasha. Grrr! I want to find him and kick his cock for what he did to you." I squinted as I pictured Abby kicking Alpha Ali on his balls. If the woman says she will do it, she will do it.

"I want you to ram your f^cking member inside me and f^ck me!.." As she rubbed her body against ravine. Who smiled with lustful fury...now he had already thrown the little dignity left in him. Damien didn't watch them and headed deeper into the cemetery, why would he watch them, the man was using his f*cking body. Sounds of moaning and flesh slapping against each other, reverberated throughout the cemetery. Damien chuckled they wanted to kill me and his woman, impossible! This was Damien's way of drawing the enemy..

Chapter 10 - A Beautiful Weapon SERA'S POV The low hum of jazz filtered through the penthouse suite. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I poured wine into two glasses, wearing a silk robe that clung to every curve. Across from me sat Damien Kerrick, one of Ethan’s most trusted financial advisors. A man with weak principles, expensive tastes, and a predictable weakness for beautiful women. I was all of those things tonight. He smiled like he’d already won, like he had any idea what game he was playing. I slid the glass across the table, leaned forward just enough to show a glimpse of the black lace beneath the robe, and watched him swallow hard.

“Still got that mouth, huh? You should use it to beg while you still have time.” Sienna felt Damien’s grip tighten around the gun at his side. Moretti’s eyes flicked to her, and his smirk widened. “And look at this,” he mused. “Your little girlfriend finally got her hands dirty.” Sienna refused to flinch. Moretti tilted his head. “Tell me, Carter, did she scream when she pulled the trigger? Or was she already as cold as you?” Damien moved so fast Sienna barely saw it. In a blur, he raised his gun

My shoulder’s screaming, blood soaking me, but I hold my ground. “You’re dead, Levin,” Brad says, raising his gun. “Damon owns this city.” “Not yet,” I growl, firing first. The bullet hits his chest, and he drops, eyes wide. But the others close in, blades glinting, and I’m out of ammo. The trap’s tight, and Jerry’s not safe yet. Debby’s voice echoes—I need you, Levin—and I fight, for her, for our kid, as the city’s growl swallows us.

The night after Selena…no, Valerie uttered those words, Damien found himself pacing his penthouse as though the marble beneath his shoes might suddenly give way. “I am Selena Monroe... but I still don’t remember you. Now, what do we do about the woman who is coming to kill me?” Her confession was carved into his mind like fire on stone. Damien sat at the head of his dining table, jaw locked. Cassandra leaned against the far wall, arms crossed tightly, while Sofia occupied the seat across from him, her restless fingers tracing the edge of her wineglass. The air between them hummed with unease.

I wished I could just materialize and protect my mom. However, I no longer had the chance to do that. Caleb was startled by my mom's behavior. He frowned, and a bad feeling began to well up in his heart. My mom's voice had turned hoarse from the crying. With reddened eyes, she said, "Caleb! Liddy loved you so much… How could you bring yourself to kill her? And you wouldn't even have mercy on her ashes…" Trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Caleb pretended to be calm as he said, "Quit pretending! I can expose you with just a phone call!"