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The captives scrambled back in terror, falling to the ground, bowing low, hands shaking. Xareth approached the man, who was now convulsing, drowning in his own blood. With a smooth, practiced motion, Xareth drove his sword through the man’s chest. The crowd gasped. “Mercy,” Xareth said, wiping the blade on the grass. “He was already dead. I only saved him the suffering.” Silence fell. “One of you killed him because of greed,” Xareth said coldly. “I simply put him out of his misery. And yet… you all look at me like I’m the villain.”

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

I firmly uttered, cutting Astaroth off. I know I did the right thing that time. It’s my own will to form a blood pact with Mammon. I don’t regret anything. And isn’t it wonderful? There was a demon who learned how to love. There was a demon who has compassion for others. There was a demon who is more trustworthy and sincere than other humans out there. I don’t see anything wrong on that. And I realized that not all bad in our sight are really bad. Sometimes, we just need to know the story behind their wickedness.

Liam asks, sifting through files upon files. " Not important, Liam. I'm not really in the mood for that." Liam looks up at me. " Right." Sighing, Liam continues. " I won't lie, I really don't have much but I'm trying my best to dig out useful information. Hopefully, this information that I have might be helpful." " You don't have much and I've been paying you to give me legit information this past month, Liam? I expect more from you." " I am genuinely trying to help you, Mr. Black. And things like this need time. Also, if we wanna know who's doing this, you should probably try and remember."

Everything will be fine, Samantha, I'm sure! "And…" Sammy hesitated for a second. “And if you see a big grey-black wolf, it's… Travis. Tears filled her eyes and she quickly walked out into the corridor. Feeling her insides go dead at the thought that something might happen to Travis, Sammy walked towards the exit of the building. But she felt like she was going nowhere. ***

The moment he saw Black’s face, he got his message already. “I’m sorry man... I forgot she’s..” Sam said looking at Daphne and then back to Black. “Find another spot,” he said. Sam lead them to a different spot and arranged a table far from Black for Daniel and Jessica. They were not supposed to come along but they were the ones that made reservations here not knowing that the owner knows Black so well. They were surprised when Black ordered for him to vacate the restaurant earlier and especially when they greeted each other with a hand sign like brothers do.

the man assured him. "A life for a life," Ethan growled through clenched teeth. The men around him nodded in silent agreement. "You got everything we needed from him? I want every piece of information that bastard has," Lucas asked, his gaze never leaving the unconscious criminal. "Yes, sir. We have everything. He was stubborn at first, but we got what we wanted in the end," the man replied with a satisfied smirk. "So, no one would come looking for him if he suddenly disappeared? No relatives, no friends... basically a parasite living off society," Darvid remarked casually, studying the battered man with dark amusement.

"The boy stays breathing, or nobody gets paid." Kan Nelblack didn't blink. He just leaned back in the leather chair, watching the vein throb in the older man’s forehead. Beside him, Gideon Blackwell shifted, the movement subtle but lethal. Lity was a heavyweight in the New Orleans underworld, a man who thought money bought immunity from the consequences of being a prick. He was wrong. Gideon tossed the thin manila folder back onto the desk. "What’s your stake in him, Samon? You don't hire the best trackers in the South for a simple debt collection."

“Blacklist?” “Yeah, you know, everyone who is on your bad side, and if a hitman took them out, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.” Katie laughed. “Yeah, you’re off the blacklist. You’ve actually made it onto your own personal list.” Sam sat in the chair across from Katie and rested his elbows on the desk. “Really? Do tell me more.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “Well—” “Hey, no fraternizing in the workplace,” Zoe yelled, causing both Sam and Katie to jump.

But I force a smile and kiss him— a soft, gentle kiss that feels both like a promise and an apology. When I finally leave an hour later, I sit in my car for a long moment before starting the engine. My phone buzzes with a text from Aaron. “Still nothing from the blackmailer. Maybe the threat was empty after all.” I text back. “Or they're just getting started. Stay alert.” As I drive home through the dark streets, I replay the evening in my mind. Sam's shy smile. Alexander's gentle care with his son. The photos of Isabella. The feeling of being part of something real and normal and good.