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The burn matched the fire in his stare. He didn’t buy it. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my lips. “What happened?” I set the glass down, pressing against him—chest to chest, feeling the hard planes of his body. “Alliance with Nadia, Marcus Hale and Victor Lang. They gave me this.” I held up the flash drive. “Shipment details. Human cargo. Docks, four nights from now.”His grip tightened. “And you trust them?” I smirked, trailing a finger down his abs. “Not a bit. But I’ve got leverage.” I told him about Victor—the basement room, the oil-slicked skin, the cuffs, the dom’s commands. Shane’s eyes darkened further, a mix of fury and arousal.

That must be the Kevin. "I'm not usually like that, but... ugh, just thinking about it makes me so angry." The teenager groaned out. "My phone was confiscated, and I couldn't keep up with anything, still can't. And my other sister, who's also a fan of yours, by the way, wouldn't tell me anything since she's mad she can't watch repeat episodes of Friends on TV anymore." River scoffed. "Like, she could easily stream them online, but apparently, watching it on television makes it more fun." Arc watched as Chelsea perfectly clouded his hurt expression and smiled cheerfully at River. But Arc could still see it. It was there to his eyes no matter how Chelsea tried to hide it.

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

Actually a symbol but I can’t figure it out. “Can you play my jam?" she makes a request. I smirk and grin widely while accepting her little request. I play one of the latest trances for her and wait to see her setting the dance floor on fire. The way she moves her sinful curvy body with that ass bumping on the beats, making my cock up straight. She twerks like a slut and highlights her spot in the crowd. Hundreds of hungry eyes are roaming over her body where somewhere I smell something burning in jealousy. I subconsciously rub my pants while increasing the tempo and the beats.

Silver Lake was the next town over, where they had a mall and an actual air-conditioned movie theater with four screens instead of nothing but a lame drive-in. The thought of the movie theater gave Miranda an idea. “Hey, you want to go to a movie?” “Nothing playing here except that kiddie movie and the one about the old people,” Tad said. “Not here,” Miranda said. “Silver Lake. I think Rambo is still there.” “I saw it already,” Billy said. “I haven’t,” Tad said. “I had to work the night you and Owen and R.J. went.” The memory seemed to annoy him. Good, Miranda thought. Maybe he’ll get pissed enough about it to leave Billy behind.

Getting new frames would cost about $500 to $700. “I can lend—” “I don’t need your charity money, Tyler.” I snapped at him. “Rude.” Shit! “I’m sorry, I just… I can handle it, okay.” I massaged my temples. “I’m just trying to help my friend—” Tyler paused, which had me frowning. “Is there something wrong?” “Reina,” he muttered. “She’s heading this way.” “Shit!” I forgot about what we had discussed in the coffee shop.

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

The black SUV smelled of leather, wolfsbane, and barely contained rage. Aria sat in the middle row, wrists bound with spelled silver cuffs that burned like acid against her skin. Luka and Lila were strapped in on either side of her, small bodies tense but silent. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dark interior,Luka’s shadows flickering at his fingertips, Lila’s tiny claws digging into the seat.

“How am I going to pull that off?” “Your package will get to you soon.” He doesn't budge. “There’s a high tranquilizer. Slip it in their drinks and they’ll be down in less than five minutes.” He continues reciting like it's simple. “Call us. But if you stay more than thirty minutes, we’d have to break in to save you.” I block out the creepy and dirty imagination of what could go wrong in five minutes. “I spent top dollars for this shit. Don't make me regret the investment,” he sighs. “We’re holding Camilla, the lady you’re replacing hostage for twenty-four hours… And Sadie, happy birthday and fifth anniversary.”

“Mr. Stones, I would appreciate it if you kept those thoughts to yourself, it is definitely not appropriate.” “I’ve seen you at the club dancing.” Maddy gasped. She was afraid of this day. “What you think you could hide forever? Philip wants our money; I am willing to buy the software if you spend a night with me.” Jude Stones reached out and attempted to run his finger down her arm. “Sir, please do not touch me, I am not interested in you.” Maddy tried to move farther away without arousing suspicion. “That cripple can’t satisfy you, I can.” Maddy sighed.