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Chapter song: Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World Harper As the party dwindled and guests left for their rooms, I had mind linked the staff to leave the clean up till the morning so as to not disturb anyone and for everyone to get plenty of rest after the events of the evening. They were more than happy to oblige as everyone was tired.

But I'll take messy over weak every time. Weak doesn't last. Family does. And I'll make damn sure we stay strong. The door bursts open, shattering whatever quiet I'd let sit in my head. Hammer and Gator stroll in, a human-sized duffel bag slung across Hammer's back like it weighs nothing. They drop it at my feet. The bag jerks, rolling just enough to make the lights ripple across the vinyl. Then come the muffled screams. The whole room freezes. The music keeps beating, lights spin like nothing's wrong—but every man knows this isn't part of the entertainment. This is club business now.

I wanted him inside me and I wanted him bad! “I want you” I said, breaking from the kiss. “Oh, how I have been dying to hear those words.. But first, you are striping baby. Tease me!” Then he gripped my wrist as he directed me to a room. Nothing special about the room except a pole in the middle of the room with a bed directly facing it. The room had just one light dimming different colors towards the pole. The rest of the room was pure dark. Next thing I heard was a background song, ‘Eleven’ by Khalid.

today let that happen O ho ho ... whatever comes to our heart O ho ho ... today let that happen The stage is all set, it's huge, so let's twist and dance "In between the rain starter and she immediately pulled me towards the side of the road under the trees. But i pulled her back and started dancing with her." Yes I'm wrong You also become wrong Let's commit a new mistake You can't be right if you're scared Many have wasted their time in fear O ho ho ... let the sky fall apart

And waited… Until I heard the DJ say that it will be the last song of the night. The King and Queen of Hearts by David Pomeranz started playing. The melody made everyone seem calm and the atmosphere changed. The lights even made it spectacle. Everyone on the dance floor immediately found their partner and danced on the tune. While I’m here… all alone— “Rebecca.” My head quickly turned with the thought of Ibarra. But it wasn’t him. It was Mark from another section. I slightly smiled.

Camille asked, “and why America? I guess—but most importantly, why do you think I will be able to help you?” The room fell silent for an instant and she watched Gianni open his mouth to respond, but then he hesitated and that was when Camille knew she had him where she wanted. What was the term? Oh, yes, checkmate.

Eliott put on his windbreaker and rushed back to town. As soon as he was gone, Zelda revealed her true colors. She collapsed on the floor in the hotel room and yelled hysterically, “Anne, I hate you! I hope you die a miserable death!” While Eliott was in the taxi on the way to the airport, he finally took the initiative to call me for the first time in days. Other than being earthquake-proof, fortunately, our home was not located in the epicenter of the earthquake, thus it was not hit very hard.

Before I could answer, a sudden, high-pitched mechanical squeal echoed through the ballroom’s state-of-the-art sound system, cutting off the live orchestra’s waltz mid-note. The grand, glittering crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling violently flickered once. Twice. And then, the entire Imperial Grand Hall was plunged into a total, pitch-black silence. A collective, terrified gasp rippled through the hundreds of billionaires and politicians in the crowd. My heart plummeted into my stomach, a horrific sense of deja vu clawing up my throat. Room 404. The charity gala. The blackout. "Julian..." I gasped in the dark, my hands frantically gripping his lapels.

For the first time since I'd walked through that door tonight, I wasn't thinking about Massimo, or the mission, or Navera asleep four hundred miles away. I’m going to make him see me. I crossed the ballroom without a plan and that should have stopped me. It didn't. I told myself this was still the mission, that whatever came out of my mouth in the next five minutes would serve the same purpose it always did. I was six steps from him when the music stopped. Not all at once. The quartet trailed off mid-phrase, one instrument at a time, the way musicians stop when someone has signaled them to.

I counted them myself when I walked around the garden. I walked into the living room and put on some music to lighten up the house a bit. My favorite song started playing when I sat on the couch reading Hamlet from William Shakespeare. I murmured along the lines and tapped with my fingers on the book along the rhythm. 'You said that you'd never hurt me Be the band-aid when I bleed But I guess that that band-aid was all made of paper Cause you never stuck to me And you say that you conquered the lion Without even tryin'