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Greg's house Kema sat on the chair opposite Jackson as he stared at him. Jackson was staring into the screen on his phone, and a smile crept up to his face. Kema was curious as to what the young boy was reading that made him smile. "What are you doing?" Kema asked in a friendly tone. "Reading a story" Jackson replied "Which story?" "New Legend of Sango" "By who?" "Banjo Muhammed" Jackson replied "Oh! I have heard of him before. He is the one that wrote The heart broken vampire. He is good"

He decided to be playing Ryan’s role, and tried to be making Vivian happy as he had promised. Alex stopped walking as he sighted a mechanic inside the garage where the cars were parked, and it was Alex’s new car that he was working on. Alex called upon one of the security men and also walked closer to the mechanic man. “Good day Sir, it’s Mr. Grayson that invited him over” the security man that Alex called uttered. “Yes Sir, he ordered me to service all the cars, especially this one” the mechanic man too added, and uttered in a respectful tone.

After all, enough of his lie was true that it would not be found out. The sound of a car turning up his gravel driveway did not put Elias at ease. The butler opened the front door with a deep bow as the master of the house sat in the drawing-room, drinking a cup of black tea mixed with enough laudanum to knock out an elephant. “Elias, my old friend!” a booming voice called from the doorway.

He had made me learn the art of dissociating my emotions from my body whenever I made a kill, and that was the only thing preventing me from falling to the ground and breaking down as I killed people in my way to create a path. “Aeron!” I cried out as I grabbed one of the witches by her hair and pulled an icicle out of the rain pouring down. I pulled it right into her chest and tossed her aside. “Darius!” “Zara!” I turned just as thunder clapped and lightning struck across the skies. The sound of Darius’s familiar voice had me running in the direction where it came from. “Darius!” I called out so he could hear me and know where I was. When he called out again, he was louder and clearer. A cl

“Okay, that’s insane. I mean, what sort of self-respected mechanic would ever agree to make such dangerous alterations to a car?” “Thankfully, Michael managed to find, probably, the one and only mechanic in the region that possesses a strong sense of morality and a heavily guilty conscience,” he remarked. “After our trip to the junkyard, we were directed to Matteo’s Mechanic shop. The guy looked guilty prior to us even asking him any questions.” I couldn’t imagine trying to live with that kind of guilt. But why would this guy have agreed to do something so reckless if he already knew that it was wrong?

“I have no idea what happened. I was just driving, and then it suddenly stopped.” The man nodded sympathetically, his expression softening as he surveyed the car. “Let me take a look.”, he offered, stepping forward to examine the engine. Enora watched anxiously as he tinkered with the car, his movements confident and assured. Despite the stressful situation, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of reassurance in his presence, as if everything would be okay as long as he was there.

"If you'd driven this car, you wouldn't have been able to stop." My hands went numb and I had to sit down on the concrete garage floor because someone had tried to kill me. The police came and filed a report while I called Alexander with shaking fingers. "Someone cut my brake lines. The mechanic said if I'd driven the car I would have crashed." My voice didn't sound like my own. "I'm coming to get you right now. Don't go anywhere alone." Alexander's voice was tight with barely controlled fury. "Lily, this is Victor escalating beyond corporate warfare."

His jaw ticked, eyes dark and unreadable. “Close doesn’t matter,” he said lowly. “Alive does.” He squeezed her hand assuringly and she swallowed hard against the lump rising in her throat. She wanted to argue, to say something about how insane this life around him was, but she never got the chance. He could feel her body shaking in fright. But the danger wasn’t over yet. From the shadows of the roadside, engines roared. Three black SUVs materialized like beasts from the dark, tires screaming as they boxed the Maybach in.

In less than two seconds, his massive, scarred hand shot forward, grabbing the mechanic by his shirt collar and slamming him violently against the side of the red truck. THUD. The heavy truck shook from the force. The mechanic screamed in pain, dropping the wrench as Gideon’s iron fingers tightened around his throat, lifting his feet completely off the concrete ground. "Who paid you to touch this truck?" Gideon asked coldly. His simple English was flat and sharp. "I... I don't know what you are talking about!" the mechanic choked out, gasping desperately for air. "I was just fixing the oil! I swear!" Gideon did not waste time arguing. He reached down with his free hand and picked up the shar

Asher felt a surge of pride so sharp it nearly hurt. Snake blinked, stunned. “How the hell do you know that?” “My dad was a mechanic before he decided to be a ghost,” Lila said with a shrug, tossing the cigarette back at him. “I grew up under a chassis. Now, are we going to stand around measuring dicks, or am I going to get a tour of this dump?”