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"What really happened to Bryce?" "He is unconscious. He was beaten up in the junkyard and left to die. He lost so much blood. If not for Uncle Kala, who went there to check on him, no one would have known he was dying. His pulse is weak..." I did not wait for Ana to finish her explanation. I walked out to the front yard again, where the people had gathered, and walked straight toward the ambulance, ignoring the scornful eyes on me now. I walked to the ambulance, where Bryce was laid and had oxygen fixed to his nose. Two girls were inside there. I knew those girls but hadn't gotten to speak with them.

Before Anderson could complete his sentence, the heavy doors to the hall slammed open with force. The music stopped instantly, and the candles flickered wildly. And at the entrance stood him. Bryce. His gray eyes were fire. His suit jacket was half undone, and his breathing ragged. There was blood on his knuckles, and fury radiating from every inch of him. “Step away from her,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, rumbling across the hall.

More bikers came out blocking the car’s way. Bryce took his chance and switched his gear, turning to an alley that pass through Jim’s building apartment. He quickly drove in he parking lot and ran took the elevator to the fifth floor where Jim’s unit was. “Jim! Open up!” Bryce knocked hard on the door. “Jesus! Bryce! You scared me. I told you it’s not safe outside. I’m glad you’re safe.” “Thanks to you. I know those bikers are your friends. I wouldn’t get away without them. Anyways, what do you want to tell me?”

, his voice is shaking and he start to panic. Nia faked loosing her consciousness. At that point, Bryce run towards the door and stopped when she called him with a wide smile on her seductive lips. "Gotcha! Haha!" Nia laugh her heart out while Bryce slipped down from standing at the back of the door until he goes down to the floor. He's like a burning candle with the watery wax remaining in the middle. "Oh, women! Geez! I thought something happened to you again!" He got up slowly and almost crawl back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Enough! If he wants to leave, let him leave. We'll see who ends up regretting it." Then her eyes dropped to Bryce's knees, and her whole tone shifted to something soft and concerned. "Did you scrape yourself? Let me get you something for that." Bryce shook his head with a shy little smile. "That's not from just now. That's from earlier, when we were in bed…" Panic flashed across Camille's face, and she shot a glance in my direction. I didn't react at all. Bryce suddenly yelped and wrenched his hand free. "Camille, you're hurting me."

"I could ask you the same question, but the her would be rather ambiguous." Bryce's chest expanded as he took a deep breath, lifted his weight to his knees, and then swung to my side. Scrambling as fast as I could, I crawled backward and stood. But before I could run for the door, Bryce backed me into one of the leather chairs near the light.

Even during my lowest moment, the best advice he could offer was business related, strategic, but I had to admit, his presence was the only string holding me from crumbling, and each step we took, from the audience, from the masses, felt like a step towards freedom, breathing space, and I couldn't wait to crumble down and cry it out later. ' She was the girlfriend..' ' She looked so happy earlier..' Those words pierced through my heart, through my senses, but I kept my chin high, amidst the violent emotions that were surging through me, amidst the shame, amidst the humiliation. And behind me, Marco carefreely danced, not bothered, while next to me, his brother's steady presence held me. He w

" I blinked rapidly. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, and i was trying to control it. Because that was not a time to cry. I looked at Hayes, but he was looking at Ronan now not me. Suddenly, there was a crack. Everyone jumped. The wooden arm of Hayes chair had snapped. Hayes looked down at the broken wood, then slowly looked up. His eyes... They were glowing again, it was silver this time, not crimson. But it was beautiful. Then he looked directly at Ronan. And asked— “You made a bet on my mate?”

Clutching at her torn shirt, Bree scrambled to her feet, her eyes wet with the pained tears she'd been trying to hold in and then wide with surprise at the confusing turn of events. These men........ weren't his? Then who were they? With the speed of a snake, Brandon reached for his pocket, aiming for his phone, but the first guy had a gun she hadn't noticed initially, pointed at his head in an even faster move. "Don't." He warned in a cold voice that sent chills down her spine. He nodded to his partner and the man came running in her direction. Her body was trembling with fear and relief and the countless other emotions barrelling through her as he closed in, taking her in his arms and movi

She was already crying and her eyes flushed from the embarrassment of peeing out of fear, but now it felt like her brain was Frozen. "So, how should I deal with you? Mel would be happy to see you in tiny pieces." Bryce said to the woman who tried to desperately move back from him as he came nearer. "Please don't hurt me. I don't want to die." She pleaded. "I can't let you go. You are aiming for Collin's neck and also ruined Mel's life. I can't forgive you for that." Bryce said in a serious tone, but the evilness in his eyes was something.