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He advised his colleague while staring at the thug's from a distance. "Please assist us once more. We won't be able to go there. I still have to feed my wife and children." Phil leant in closer, pleading on their behalf. "Fine. I'll go" Steven was a little scared. Steven is conflicted because of the dangerous substance they possess. He remembered his brother and parents, but he was the king of thugs but not in this community. He gets out of the car thinking that his date with his love is already ruined. Steven made his way into the crowd, but no one noticed him.

On the drive home, my mind drifted to Steven’s parents. Steven’s father, Rodger, was a stern man with kind eyes and he was a bank president. He had been unsure of me, but in our first conversation, I had won him over. Soon, he became like a father to me. But Steven’s mother, Stephanie, was another matter altogether. She always scrutinized: my house wasn’t clean enough, my car wasn’t a Volvo. The fact that I owned a Mercedes was irrelevant. My hair wasn’t neat enough. Looking back, I saw where Steven got his demanding demeanor from.

Lui asked. "I was human once. A mad sort of love turned me into this," he smirked. "I see. Is it difficult to suppress the thirst, having been human before?" "Oh, absolutely. But I’ve moved past those dark days. I’m pro-human now,” he explained. "What's your name?" “Garett.” “Pleasure to meet you, Garett. I’m Steven,” Lui lied, offering a false identity. "Hi, Steven. What about you? Did a beautiful woman bite you too?"

Someone brought a typewriter and offered to write impromptu letters on the spot, capturing the essence of spontaneity and the beauty of words in their raw form. Franc brewed lemongrass tea, its fragrant aroma filling the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The tea, a simple yet thoughtful gesture, symbolized comfort and care, qualities that defined the studio’s spirit. Yam wore the sunflower pin gifted by Maris the previous year, a small but significant reminder of the bonds formed and the growth that had taken place over the past year.

His tone is so tight with worry. They take a moment to survey as their nerve-wracking glares make my stomach rumble. The taller officer steps forward in a slow menacing way, his eyes trailing through Joe before finally locking on me. "My name is Officer George! And I suppose you are Belladine Montana if I am not mistaken?" He asks, the calmness in his voice outdone by the command he exudes.

As they head towards the place, Tyler is busy looking around the place, the mansion is really expensive, the difference between his friends and them is that he's friends invested in a hotel to accommodate them and also fund their friendship savings, but these guys build a mansion, maybe finding the funding stuff a trifling matter that one of them can just do if need to be. After climbing the stairs, they approached a double door and Tyler can hear moans and groans coming for that door, the jock that was leading him grinned "I'm Brian by the way" he said before opening the door and stepping in, he didn't bother to close it because he has locked the entrance door after Tyler came in because th

He soon sauntered away with a cellphone held against his ears as he proceeded to speak to his Father who happened to be on the line from what I was able to hear from Steve. "Never imagined I'll see you at a party even in a thousand years" Steve remarked in amusement and I was glad they all knew I wouldn't just show up to what I consider a complete waste of my time for no concrete reason. "Hello to you too Steven" I replied dryly then extended my hand to him for a shake after I realized I had no problem with him. Last I checked, we're still business partners so I tried to loosen up with him a bit. I know you're thinking Richard is also my business partner but guess what? I DON'T CARE!

I said. Steven's friend scoffed. "You're right, he's an asshole." "I'm not going to say this but once," Steven said. "I promised Stephanie I would take care of Jane—," "Isn't that weird?" I asked. "What did they give you for it? Money? You're adamant on getting her, even after an embarrassing scene of pens being thrown at your face, you're coming back for more? Tell me, Steven, why don't you just move on?"

He believes that one day his Mommy will come back and they will be together. I took a deep breath as I stared at the front of the river. I felt great sadness and concern for Steven. What if we can’t survive now? How can he fulfill his dream? His dream he deserved to achieve. "Are you cold?" he bowed to look at me. I averted my eyes and shook. Steven pulled away from the hug when he grabbed something from his bag while I closed my eyes tightly to get rid of my tears. I smiled sparingly at him as he introduced me to him, “It must be cold later,” then he put the bonnet hat on my head.

Steven is a don, the most dangerous Mafia leader, he has more than a hundred subordinates, and his hands are never dirty because he has never hurt anyone with his own hands. He is tall, and handsome with an athletic body, the tattoo on his arm makes him even hotter. Steven is not only a mobster who is feared by many people, he is also a Werewolf who is quite deadly. No one dared to deal with Steven unless they wanted to die sooner. He has been in this profession for half his age, his father taught him to be a lead. He has a lot of skills, that's why no one dares with him. Steven has more than 50 drug factories spread across several countries.