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So, St Just had held her in his arms as she wept, for she loved both her Masters, and she had regarded poor Brick more as a sibling, rather than an employee… Barry the Biker came in a few hours later that night, his large, weathered face dark with concern, though he did not say anything. It was Sylvie who informed Bianca, the next day, that Brick had been sent back to the Club. The Bikers Club, the Steel Dragons, of which Barry had been President for years. Now, a nephew of his was the head, but Barry still carried enough clout, so… * Meanwhile, that night, Liam O’Grady sat at his desk in the Casino, sipping a large whiskey.

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

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Brad Why the fuck did I come back here? I knew Briar was gone with that psychopath and his cujo wannabe dog. It's not like I actually like Sadie. She's eager to please in bed, but she's so fucking annoying. I mostly just like to make Briar jealous. The way she dropped me so easy was fucking bullshit. For a dog.

“Well for one, if I were to direct you to the proper books I’d have to know the real reason you were looking for such delicate information, you are human after all. You’d need a really good reason to be looking up a history that old, that sacred. In fact, I'm still waiting for the other council members to try to make a move to bar Brianna for letting you and her mutts in here.” “Those two men are better men than you could ever be,” I stabbed back, ignoring the mutt talk. “I suppose Brianna is missing them warming her bed, I bet they were very attentive distractions for her little getaway from it all.” “You don’t know anything,” I snapped and he grinned again.

Derrick teased huskily. "I-I know you b-believed I was-was someone el-else," Briar gasped in embarrassment as she snapped out of her thoughts. She remembered how his mistress looked at her in disgust. She was beautiful and... Briar wasn't on the same tier or even her sister's tier. "You-You couldn't poss-possibly want m-me." "What do you mean?" Only confusion and a hint of anger colored his tone, causing her break out of her throughts.

Briar is right behind us, and when Ylendez notices that he's still there, he turns around, "What are you still doing here?" Briar shakes his money bag coolly. "Tonight, I'm a client too." Ylendez scoffs, but he just keeps walking. The three of us are right behind him, almost bumping into each other because of the tight space. I decide to lag behind, but I end up bumping into Briar instead. He smirks down at me and mouths, "Be cool." I don't know why, but that elicits a panic response from my body. Instead of being cool, I become the exact opposite of cool, stumbling on my own feet and sweating as we approach the door to the brothel.

A small club called Claire Delune, fixed in the heart of the city, is the prime spot for gang lords, criminals, and dark characters alike. It is because of the clientele that I work here. They are the ones who can give me the intel I need to solve the biggest unsolved mystery in my life. Who or what killed my brother. My name is Briar Atwood, and I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an orphan who lost her parents at the precious age of two due to a car accident. After that, my brother, who was thirteen years older than me, became my caregiver and my only family despite only being in high school.

Zara’s POV I stood in front of my mirror the next night and pressed my lips together to set my lipstick. The room was quiet. Bri had gone out on a date — some guy from her chemistry lab she'd been texting for a week — and for once I was glad to have the place to myself. I didn't want to tell her I was going to a BDSM club and I didn't have the energy to come up with a lie about where I was going. Bri asked questions. Good ones. The kind that unraveled a lie before you'd even finished telling it. Tonight I just wanted to slip out without explaining myself to anyone.

“Books like, how to be a better clan whore, you know, things about sex and prostitution.” Bianca’s looking at Liam with admiration, while the man sits up on the floor, staring at the three of us. What kind of web is this that I’m trapped in? Who is this man, and why is he silently listening to Liam’s rants? Why isn’t anyone helping me? Where’s Maisie? Is she even asking about my whereabouts?