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“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

"And me too?" David looked at him. "What about the girl you said you started chatting with on Clash of Clans?" "We're still just talking." George turned to Tom. "So. How about it?" Tom and Tate shared a look and burst into laughter. "Sure." Tom said. After David and George had left, Tate sat in his car and Tom rested his elbows on the wound down car window. "I'm just going to sleep when I get home. I probably wouldn't even reach my bed." Tom laughed. "I'm going to see a movie tomorrow afternoon."

Shut up, men; you are talking nonsense," Tom cut Ryan up at once, and he kept quiet. I smiled. "You like Betty?" I asked. "Hell no, who would like a crazy girl like her?" he said. "Said someone who refused to come to our coronation day, just because he didn't want Betty to see his pimples," Tom said, and Ryan rushed immediately, covering his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh, how funny they both can be. Tom was completely different from Tim and Theo; he was carefree and jovial. You can read him like a book and understand, but Tim was blank. He was full of misery on his own, but one thing was sure: he wasn't a bad person. He could act cold, but his heart was like that of snow, pure, as for The

"If you say it is fine, then it is fine." He turned and walked away down the hallway. I watched him go, and when he disappeared around the corner, I closed the door and leaned against it. Tom was standing near the window, his arms crossed. "That was one of them?" "Yes," I said. "Vex." Tom nodded slowly. "He seemed... intense." "He is," I said. "They all are." Tom looked at me for a long moment. Then he sighed. "We have a lot to talk about tomorrow."

“Relax. You’ll thank me later.” “Still… I don’t know. It feels embarrassing,” I muttered, tugging at the strap of my bag. “Don’t worry,” Chloe reassured me quickly. “Tom’s really nice. You have nothing to be nervous about. He’s human, and honestly, he’s filthy rich. Naturally, a lot of girls are crazy about him.” “Wait—Tom? As in the genius Tom everyone talks about?” Janice blurted out, her eyes widening. “Yes, that’s him.” Chloe grinned knowingly.

Steve continued, and Stephanie smiled at Tom, who averted his gaze. “I played golf with Joseph a few days ago. We have been friends since high school, so there is no introduction needed”, Charles chipped in and bumped fist with Joseph. “You have grown a lot taller and more handsome since the last time I saw you”, Stephanie said to Tom, who only nodded in silence. “He was always quiet then, and he’s still quiet now”, she added and blushed. “Tom doesn’t like to speak much. It is his nature”, Steve commented, and they all laughed.

Tom was leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed over his chest, and a cold look across his face. “Lyra,” Greg said. “Her name is Lyra. And Tom how long have you been there?” He arched an eyebrow upwards for emphasis. ”You haven’t answered me.” “What Lyra and I choose to do is my business. None of yours.” Tom pushed off the doorframe and entered the room. He moved with the deliberate slowness of a predator confident that it had cornered its prey. He took a step closer to Greg, never breaking eye contact with the king. “None of my business?” Tom said the words as if they were poison on his tongue. “Guess what, bruv? I’m beta. Second-in-command. It’s my job to know what goes down in this pac

With a final tap, a soft hum whispered through the room—the sound of bulletproof panels sliding into place behind the bookshelves, barely seen but very much present. “Ah, the sweet serenade of carbon fiber composites,” Tom thought wryly, “Music to my ears and a real party pooper for stupid bullets.” He glanced around, noting the position of each henchman with the same ease as if he were mentally bookmarking their profiles on MafiaMatch.com. “Swipe left, swipe right—nope, not a single dateable quality unless you’re into guys who communicate in grunts.” “Are we done with this circus, Tomas?” Grossman interrupted him, trying to reclaim the stage as his voice cut through the tension.

I replied. He said, "Okay, coming right up!" Tom was a member of our pack. Here in Texas, he ran a restaurant and bar. Our hangout spot at his bar was safe. He makes excellent beverages, and you might see some wolves socializing with foolish mortals. Some of whom might be pretending to be human themselves. Tom placed the margarita beside me. I drank it in hardly any time at all. "Vodka, please," I remarked as I set the glass down.

Tommy tells Tia, "I'll be right back, I need to talk to a couple guys. Two minutes." Tia looks nervous but nods. Tommy kisses her cheek quickly and then bolts inside. He grabs a couple of his fellow mechanics, some big guys with unusual tattoos. They walk out together so Tommy could be in Tias' sight while the three talk quietly. Tommy shakes both guys hands with a smile and hops back into the cab.