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He fled away to his room, not once looking back and seeing how much torn I was from his words. He didn't trust me. I broke it. I felt a hand on my arm. Looking up, I saw Rakshit was standing next to me, seeing me with worried eyes. "Dad is just angry. He didn't mean anything." He meant it. Every single word of it. He meant and every word was truth. Wasn't it was true? I was a drug addict. I almost killed someone. I made everyone's life miserable in my home. I broke his trust completely.

"I told her it was too far. I..." "But you didn't stop her," Damian interrupted. "You stood outside that room and let it happen. You made a choice." Silence. "Say it," Damian ordered. "What?" "Say what you are." Leon's vision blurred. "I don't..." "Say it," Damian repeated, voice harder now. Leon's chest heaved. "I'm a traitor." "Louder." "I'm a traitor," Leon said, voice breaking. "I betrayed Rowan. I helped the woman who destroyed him. I'm a coward and a traitor and I deserve everything that's coming."

He has come to the same conclusion that I have. “Gunner” I said softly. He turned to face me, his eyes heavy with dread but held a hidden rage. His jaw was rigid and tight, and his brows were furrowed together. “We have a traitor” he said through clenched teeth. -------------------------------------------------- Authors note A traitor in the Tri-Moon pack. Who could it be? Leave a comment with your thoughts and guesses.

Anton I step into the dimly lit cargo trailer, turn on the construction light to see the face of the asshole who blew up one of my ports. My men were able to round up five guys who were fleeing the scene, while I went to the port to handle the damage control. It took the fire department ten hours to put everything out, then I had to call in a cleanup crew and a construction crew to rebuild what was lost.

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

I asked him and he looks at the flickering light in my room. "Who it was or who they were". He muttered to himself and I scowled. "You just said you found a traitor, who was it? a traitor mean one person, traitors mean more than one. Which is it, Reece?" I asked and he laughed. "It was one person, at first, then it became two. And although the second person isn't directly a traitor he is an accomplice." he said and I stopped pushing him to reply, he looked like he was in the middle of a conversation with himself so I let him be.

“Or maybe not. Do you want me to tell you?” I don’t want to hear his reason. No. Actually, I’m afraid to know his reason. “Don’t.” A grimace appeared on my lips remembering the smell of burnt flesh that night. “Don’t justify what you did.” Whatever expression on his lips disappeared, and his lips moves to what appeared to be a curse. “ Why would I justify killing those traitors?” I yanked my hand out of his hold. “What do you mean? They are traitors?” “ Yes,” he firmly said. “Your father trusted the wrong troop, Gabriella. If you won’t burn the rats, they will just pester the shit on you.”

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

There was one more note: “Moreau’s connection to the Vance situation will remain useful during Phase Three, to be reviewed after the merger. Likely no longer needed.” Lila closed the drawer and stood in the study for a long moment. Every dinner, every warm smile, every moment she had taken as proof of his feelings had been part of his plan. The apartment was silent. As Lila sat alone, the emptiness around her became harder to ignore. She betrayed her best friend for someone who saw her as nothing more than a tool.

"Nasty? How can I compare to someone like you, who stole someone else's credit and kept on lying for over a decade?" As I spoke, I pulled out a thick pile of documents and tossed them right into Jayden's face. He skimmed the pages, and the rage on his face froze as his whole body began to tremble. "Lauren, it really was you…" Nellie quickly went over. The moment her eyes met the document, she froze in place. "No, no… Jayden, I was the one who saved your grandma! I swear!" Nellie clung to Jayden's arm and tugged him, but Jayden simply shoved her away. She fell hard onto the curb, and blood began to pour out from the wound on her head. She screamed in pain, tugging at Jayden, crying that it hu