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, big Joe asked me. "He has to pay for what he did. My father had paid back his money. I just want to know why he had to ki- kill them a- again after that", I said, almost in tears and big Joe just nodded "Do you remember what this man looks like?", he asked me, and oh! Yes, I do "He has a long scar across his face from his- I think right side of his nose, just below his right eye, down to the underneath of his right ear", I explained as my eyebrow furrowed

She tossed me a suspicious look, but went to the restroom regardless. ______________________________________ Ramara : Geoff was right. My lipstick faded. I guess I didn't apply enough. I had to wait in line for almost twenty minutes. I set my purse on the counter and twisted open my lipstick and frowned. This lipstick wasn't shiny before. Still, I applied it and I knew lipstick wasn't supposed to taste salty. It wasn't supposed to smell like musk either. It suddenly hit me. The bastard. That was what he did those two minutes in the car? Jerked off on my lipstick? I closed my lip stick and stormed out of the bathroom, apologizing to a lady I almost slammed into.

I had one last meeting to attend with some investors, and I was done with Italy, but when I saw him, it shook me. His face was wounded. There were several cuts in his lips, the left side of his lip was swollen, one purple eye, forehead covered with a bandage, his hands were red as if blood clotted, knuckles cracked open. He was limping. He looked like someone tried to kill him but missed by a few inches. When I asked him what happened, he ignored me at first, but after some pressure, he told me his story.

As the person in the car saw us approaching, he opened the door and marched out. It was a potbellied man. With a reclining hairline and beady eyes. He licked his lips as he saw me coming and he opened the passenger seat of the car. “I thought the picture was photoshopped, my my." The man spoke, his breath smelled like something nasty. He reached forward to touch me and I jerked my head away. The younger man held my head in place and the fat man smiled and reached forward again.

I thought kept pain attention so that I would not miss anything the man who was bound out a load of saliva and blood which had mixed into an unappealing and thick liquid. "I ain't saying s***! If you're going to end me might as well pull the trigger now because nothing you say or do will make me crack..." The man tried to sound confident but you would need a skin made of steel not to shiver under those eyes his shoulders were trembling and maybe more of him would also be as well if he was not being held back by the ropes. Mr Moretti came closer than he sliced off the ropes from one hand cutting the man in the process as well and that seemed to be intentional. The man looked like he was about

With a fierce grip, Liam crushed the disciples' wrist, and a sickening snap echoed through the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream as the wrist grotesquely twisted at an unnatural angle. "Ahhhhhh!!!" The man's face flushed crimson as he clutched his broken hand, howling in agony, "My hand!! Ahhhhh!! My hand... Kid, you've got guts... You dare to mess with us, you're a dead man... Mr. Williams won't let this slide... Ugh..." He tried to invoke Torsten's name, hoping to intimidate Liam by mentioning his powerful ally. However, Liam was not having any of it. Cutting him off mid-threat, Liam grabbed the man by the throat, his lips curling into a detached smirk as he icily remarked, "You're

the senator hissed, his eyes narrowed. Will shrugged helplessly. "I've left him a dozen messages, but he's not picking up." The senator's face darkened, and he turned to his wife, his voice laced with barely concealed fury. "This is unacceptable. We cannot afford such a public embarrassment." As the tension mounted, the cathedral doors suddenly burst open, and a disheveled James stumbled through, his tuxedo jacket missing and his shirt untucked. His hair was tousled, and his eyes were slightly glazed, as if he had just awakened from a deep slumber.

I feel my bottom lip rip against my teeth explosively as blood starts pooling in my mouth then begins to trickle from the wide gap in my bottom lip. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?" The other man, Jace I presume, leans over the top of Blind Guy and screams in my face. I didn't even see his fist coming. My mouth hurts so bad and the blood is so thick I choke on it as it pours down my throat.

Kisa felt angry and aggrieved. She could not believe this man was biting her lips after knowing he could not win with words. She pushed him away with all her strength and sarcastically growled, "What are you, a dog?" The man took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and faced her with a weird smile on his face. Kisa angrily wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and there was blood. 'This man is ruthless. Yesterday, it was my arm. Today, my lips. He could never just watch me be well.'

"I'm just a passerby, but I can go with you and cover her medical expenses." The doctor commended her sense of responsibility and urged her to get in the ambulance. As Estel turned away, she discreetly slipped the injured person's phone into her pocket. I watched the ambulance leave and waited for about half an hour before a luxury car pulled up at the intersection. A man in a gray suit got out. His face was familiar. It was Simon Dawson, Julian Stewart's assistant. He surveyed the scene and began speaking with the police about what had happened. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Estel. "Essie, I saw you on TV. What did you do?"