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It’s overwhelming for a second, but then I hear someone yelling my name. Or well, yelling my title. “Gamma Kael! Look who finally crawled out of Moonshard!” Cliff Ron, the owner of this place, squeezes past a group of drunk mercenaries. He’s tall, scar across his cheek, hair tied back like he’s in the middle of a fight he hasn’t finished. He grins at me before pulling me into a rough hug, the kind that almost knocks the air out of me. I grunt because the hug brushes the injured side of my body, and even though I try not to show it, the pain shoots so sharply I have to hold myself steady. Cliff doesn’t notice. Or maybe he pretends not to. Hard to tell with him.

It was the biggest clown on planet earth. Clement!

This was the fantasy he’d suggested, planned, imagined. So why did it feel like he was the only one outside of it? He stood abruptly. “Y’all want music or something?” Imani blinked. “Sure.” He walked to the speaker and turned on a slow R&B playlist—low, smooth, intimate. The kind of music that filled spaces instead of just playing in them. When he turned back, he noticed something that made his stomach tighten. Zariah was leaning closer to Imani. Not inappropriate. Not obvious. Just closer.

Justin had turned himself into a colorful clown, paint smeared from ear to ear. ​"Oh my God! Justin, what have you done?" she cried, though a small smile tugged at her lips as she scooped him into her arms. He only laughed, punctuating his joy by stamping a wet, painted palm directly onto her face. ​"You want Adrian to kill me, don't you?" she whispered in the lowest tone possible, her heart fluttering with a mix of affection and dread. ​She was approaching the door to clean him up when it swung open. It was the young maid.

Kate asked and tried to touch her but Lara moved back to avoid her touch. “Can you at least remember your name?” Kate asked softly. “My name is Liam, Liam Browne” Kate sat up straight, a look of shock slowly appearing on her face and almost immediately she busted out laughing. Lara (Liam) sat there staring at the strange lady who said her name was Kate laughing at his reply. This was the first time anyone was laughing freely at what he said without being scared of him and the power he possesses as the young master. “Did I say something funny?”

Linking arms with me she dragged me along with her in to school. "There's 5 of them, Khalil, Brandon who is known as 'Meajor Ali' but only his boys can call him that and if you call him that he'll throw you of a cliff, And there's Kyle, Xavier also known as Xav, Ryan and then the infamous Jason. Jason McCann." "Why are they off limits?" I asked, not knowing what to say. She laughed, "They're toxic Isabella, don't get too close"

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

"I am starving and sitting in a dining room doesn't have matters." Aside from Dante, Declan and Theo, there were four other males in different corners, standing guard, which she hadn't noticed at the first entrance into the room. A gigantic man in a military outfit with a frown, a gorgeous brunette with caramel skin, a tall wolf with tousled dark curls and a clown-wide smile, and a skinny rugged guy with an unfriendly sneer on his face. It occurred to her that she could just label them soldier, brunette, friendly, and skinny.

The man's like a cartoon sometimes, overly animated, exuberant to the point of absurdity. That's a mask. The real Orin was the man I saw moments ago in the hallway. The clever crime lord. The dangerous fucker. I can't let his little happy-go-lucky bullshit act distract me from what he is. A killer.

Montromey territory and now southeast territory so what next? "Four? Hmm if I remember I felt five presence yesterday anyway that doesn't bother me just wanted to know who submitted me to the darkness quickly?" gray-haired guy step forward and bow his head. "My name is Endrich Coustel and I apologize for what I have done yesterday" apologize isn't my need just wanted to know who. "Apology accepted, anyway why don't we introduce ourselves to each other. My name is Sachiko Walter" this way the atmosphere lightens for a bit for them to relax.