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“I’m just being nice. Seriously, do you want to be remembered as the Luna who demanded to have a pack of her own only to fail from the get go? The fact that people don’t want to choose you should make it obvious that you are wrong about this. But you are so obsessed with going against me that you would rather keep up with this outrageous charade.” “Not everything is about you, Thomas,” she told him with a smile. Miller was the next person to step up. He and the male warriors were yet to choose a side, but as far as Thomas was concerned, they belonged to him. He welcomed him with a smug grin…until he walked right past him and went over to Eleanor. Thomas’s jaw clenched as his grin disappeared

Benji said, giving me a light punch to the shoulder. “Well, well, well,” a raspy voice drawled from behind me. I turned to see Sid materializing from a crowd that parted for him like he was infected with the plague. His dark eyes looked me up and down, and he smirked. “If it isn’t Mason Thomas back from who the hell knows where. I’ll be damned.” Mark Denning appeared behind him. They stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at me like they both wanted to take a bite out of me. A big, bloody, deadly bite.

I can finally see what Wills means about Anders and Thomas having a similar sense of humour – they both enjoy stirring the pot and now that Thomas isn’t focused on constantly pushing Anders away, he can now focus on other things – like Wills and I. “Oh, that is gold – Colin is going to eat this up.” Anders claps his hands, then stops and stares off into space with a confused expression. “Wait a second, what’s today?” “It’s been less than a month since her visit to Blaidd Tech – the betting pool is mine!” Sandy yells, jumping up and down on the spot and clapping her hands. “I won – you lost - I beat you all - Pay up suckers!”

“How were the funerals for those men who got killed in the explosion?” Her gray eyes darkened off to a roiling storm. “Three of my finest men were killed in that fucking disaster of a rescue of your woman.” “And for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what Sanderson was going to do. I’m just glad Wren was pulled out of there before it happened.” The lies fell off my tongue so easily. “Speaking of Sanderson, have you arrested him yet? There are some serious charges against him, right? Drug possession, intent to distribute, manslaughter.”

“No way. The minute I do that, one of you will put a bullet through me and then use my body for your weird experiments.” “No one is going to do that.” Sid replied, trying to remain passive. “But if you’re not going to do that, how about letting us move your friends? Do you want them getting hurt if something goes wrong?” Sid was surprised by the fact the man seemed to consider this, muddy eyes darting to the six other men currently kneeling on the soaked ground with their hands behind their heads. He didn’t think loyalty was something these people were capable of except to came to people like Nathan Reeves. He could throw them under the bus again and again and they would still come flocking

They arrange to meet them in the clinic as soon as they can, and head down. Thomas and Sidiki are waiting in the clinic when they get there. They are both very muscular men; Thomas is a white, blonde man with eyelashes so pale they were barely there, he has a strong Yorkshire accent, and Sidiki is a black man who had a shaved head and a sculpted beard, and has a west African accent. They pair off and feed quickly. Their blood is good, but not Eliza good. They finish and clean up after themselves.

"And it's useless for Professor Sari to give evidence of violations committed by Professor Mirza and his cronies. The ball is ours, Frans. Now it's up to us whether to strike the opponent's goal or make an own goal." "We have to break the opponent's goal, Eddy." "That's right, Frans. Let's break Professor Mirza and his cronies' defences." Eddy said. "Okay, Eddy. Thanks, Bro." "With pleasure, Frans. We work as a team, we support each other." ============== ########### ============================== From the cashier in the cafe "De Koffee Met Haar", Tesa continued to stare at Frans and Eddy who were sitting not far from her. Meisi, Tesa's co-worker was surprised by Tesa's slightly different at

I looked at Thomas—broken, corrupted, destroyed by his own ambition—and felt nothing but pity. "No," I said, lowering my hand. "I won't kill you. That would make me like you." I turned to address the crowd. "Thomas Aldridge is defeated. His claim to High Alpha is forfeit. He'll stand trial for his crimes and spend the rest of his life imprisoned for treason and murder." The crowd erupted in howls of approval. I stepped off the platform and straight into Dante's arms. "You did it," he breathed. "You actually did it."

Thomas sneered. Director Waters looked uncomfortable, she had been floating on the edge of what was right and wrong, she had been breaking protocol since she came here, but she felt it was for a good cause because once she was able to take down all the major world leaders who were participating in violent acts, sex trafficking, murder, and drugs. She didn't respond to Thomas, because she knew nothing, she said would convince him that she was doing the right thing. Thomas couldn't believe this worked for the government. There was no way he would sit by while they lead the Chinese Syndicate straight to his family. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to his son, to warn them about what is g

He dragged a finger across his throat. "Are you serious?" I scoffed bitterly. "Deadly." Thomas's eyes darted nervously to the door. "There are rumors about what happens to people who cross him. People disappear, Ms. Kingwicke." I bit my lower lip, thinking. "What about Sandra? What's her surname again?" "Sandra Salton? She's resourceful, but—" "Send her up. Now." Thomas hesitated. "She's close with your sister." "I'm aware. Send her anyway."