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"Too slow. And I don't remember wounding your leg either." "What… how…" Panic immediately replaced the delight on Mr. Moore's face, and he looked behind to see that there were no traces whatsoever of his lackeys… "Did you really think that trash could slow me down?" Frank asked icily, crushing the last bastion of Mr. Moore's morale. Even as Frank looked calmly at him, he spread his palm. "Go on. Tell me where Ghost is." Mr. Moore's cheek clenched. "Would you spare my life if I do?"

Helping Mr. Gang Leader . Chapter 56: home is Dante . Gianna froze. Mariposa? “Including one little jerk with a very bad attitude who keeps accusing me of deliberately withholding information about you from them.” Rio. That had to be Rio. Gianna would have bet all the money in the world on that.

He fought the urge to slam his palm into the man’s face and force him to his knees. “Sir, I am a candidate,” Josh said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “I am right on time.” “So you’re the one we were waiting for,” the man replied, his tone unimpressed. “Next time, kid, stay on time. Learn some time management.” The man began to walk away, leaving Josh feeling stabbed by the disrespect. “Wait!” the man called out, stopping mid-stride. His head turned, his eyes curious. “Where is Tristan Boyle?”

“Maybe not. But when it comes to you? I’d do it again. And again. And again.” My breath caught. The conviction in his tone was too much. Too heavy. I turned away, pretending to reorganize the first-aid kit. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe.” His laugh was low, dangerous. “But you don’t really want me to stop.” I snapped the kit shut harder than necessary. “Let’s just get out of here.” My voice was tight. “And for the love of God, no more fighting.” He slid off the counter, towering over me, still grinning like a wolf with a secret. “Whatever you say, Miss Bossy.”

Justin said draping his hands around my shoulders, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Get your hands off me Arnell, we aren't that close". I said irritatedly, walking away from him as he put his hands up in surrender. Justin was a worker he should never forget his boundaries. "Sorry, Mr Black". He said chuckling making me more irritated. "Man chill, you're always so hyper scaring the employees". "That's what being a boss is Fuckhead, something you would never understand when all you do is sleep with anything that wears a pant." I gave him a mean look, He sighed.

“Well, I have to go to work now. Thanks again.” "Yeah. No problem, Lucille,” He said smiling at me, while fixing his coat. I walked away feeling confused. My heart was both aching for Nathan and crushing at at Boo's panty droping hotness at the same time. What is wrong with me? A few steps away later, he shouted. “Oh hey! Lucille!” “Yes?” I looked back too quickly and mentally slapped myself. Boo was already in the middle of the empty street. He used his hands as megaphones. “I was just kidding about that next time. Don’t ever see that psycho again. Okay?”

The blood from my hands never stopped dripping and ruined the bed sheet. I'm making it pathetic when it can be fixed. I j--- just have to forget… her. It’s a simple task yet I'm unable to accomplish it, forget her… forget her. I know what I have to do in order to forget about her. Find someone else, I need an auxiliary. “Mr. Bible, we’ve found the details about---.” Theo barged in and I looked at him. “Sir, who did this?” he strolled in my direction taking his gun out while looking for something and stood in front of me to protect me from whatever imaginary person he was picturing.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

It is a good thing that everyone is busy with the preparations for the approaching Halloween Event that everyone is so excited about. Once outside of the theatre gym and into the clearing, Mr. Ben inhaled a great amount of the fresh air that tasted so green and fresh, it is refreshing for his old lungs, but it does not mean that he is that old that his joints are rusting and grunting. Mr. Ben is not to be underestimated. His senses and skill are still sharp as a knife and are heavily reliable for him. “You know trying to get behind me would be an impossible task to be achieved.” He said as he placed his hands behind his back, facing the trees and not planning to turn and look at the two juni

I tried to look away but Bo moved my head to look at K and I pinched his arm. "Ouch." He grumbled and I smirked at him, "It's your turn bestie." My smirk fell and he grinned, "This is going to be awesome!" He squealed pushing me to where K is. "You don't have to do it if you don't have to do it if you don't want to," K said as I stood in front of him, I took the mic from him rolling my eyes "I'm going to kill Bo," I said once more, he always finds ways to annoy me. " Play 'Problem With You' by Sabrina Claudio," I told Bo typing in the song I want on his phone.