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Then she dumped him for some actor-slash-douchebag and ghosted him mid-rent. He’d ranted about it on F******k once. A two-paragraph poetic meltdown under a photo of spaghetti. Perfect. I logged into my old, dusty F******k account. The one I used when my only friend was a ramen cup and a school library computer. I searched him. Tomas De Nero: Web Developer | Freelance Security Consultant | “Don’t Cross Me” Oh, sweet karma. His DMs were open. I typed: Hey Tomas. Long time no talk. I think we have a mutual enemy… and I have a very interesting offer.

I snapped back. “He'll be fine,” Tom spoke coldly. “Blair will take good care of him.” “You mean like she did when she made him a sandwich chock-full of the shit he’s allergic to?” I barked. “You can’t be serious, Tom. You need to go check on him-” “Listen, Noah is not your concern now.” He took another step towards me, further closing the gap separating us. “You have bigger things to worry about. Or maybe you’ve forgotten what’ll happen if I don’t get my one million dollars.” He pressed further.

I replied. He said, "Okay, coming right up!" Tom was a member of our pack. Here in Texas, he ran a restaurant and bar. Our hangout spot at his bar was safe. He makes excellent beverages, and you might see some wolves socializing with foolish mortals. Some of whom might be pretending to be human themselves. Tom placed the margarita beside me. I drank it in hardly any time at all. "Vodka, please," I remarked as I set the glass down.

“Is this where you were when you said you spent the night out of the city?” He looks over from the refrigerator where he’s putting away groceries. “Yeah.” “Why?” “I wanted to be alone. And I like to... explore out here.” Huh. Tom Dune, mountain man. I had no idea, but it makes him all the more appealing. There’s a television, which I doubt Tom watches, but he gets it hooked up and streams in the latest Star Wars movie for Johnson. Then he beckons me to the desk. I follow because we need to talk.

Only the sounds from the TV echoed through the luxurious condo while sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city outside. Half an hour later— Tom’s attention had drifted back to his phone again. His thumb moved slowly across it. Then stopped. One eyebrow lifted sharply. “Hey,” he said. Noah didn’t react. His eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, expression tense from whatever scene was unfolding. Tom looked up properly this time. “Hey. Have you seen this?” His voice came louder now. Noah sighed faintly and paused the show again. “What?” he asked, turning toward him.

, He said and I wave him to go, he walked out, I faced cassie , I need to fuck her, I moved towards her as I kissed her, she was shocked, I carried her in a bridal style towards my bedroom . ...................................................................................... TOM POV I started taking drugs at the age of ten, I also forced some of my friends and classmate to take it too, nobody knows that I do took it, not even my parents, my parents don't have the time for me, the only thing that they are concerned is about their business . They employed a male nanny for me who introduce me to evil things like drugs, guns and women , from ten to fifteen , I have fucked many ladies.

“Just like you said sir, they never made it to the airport. We followed the madam and the young master and it led us to Mr. Tom’s building.” Nick frowned. Nicro Industries, again. There had to be something between Nita and Nicro Industries. If not, everything about her seemed to revolve around them. He was going to find out whatever it was and deal with it. But now. “Where's Tom’s building?” Since the doctor had given him only a few months to live, he had stopped caring about society gatherings. He had cut everyone off except the company. There had been no point pretending to live when he had been waiting to die.

Noah nodded his head. "My uncle is a bad person. He caught a lot of people ah no, but everyone in Arica city. Xeva and I managed to escape and we want to find something that can beat my uncle to free them all." Noah clenched his fists when he said that. He really wanted to kill his crazy uncle. "Arica City? Your uncle caught everyone there and locked him up? Was your uncle Amrodan?" asked the old man in surprise. Noah was also surprised, "How do you know?" he asked curiously.

He put the chocolate in the basket and headed to the cosmetic department to get some creams and products he needed. “It looks like you're travelling somewhere,” a voice surprised him from behind. He turned around to find Nate smirking. “Hey.” “Hey?” Tom furrowed. “So, are you going on a trip?” Nate asked, looking at his basket. “Yeah,” Tom replied coldly. “Where?” “Hong-Kong,” Tom said proudly, looking straight at his eyes. “Oh.” Nate rubbed his chin and remembered that Emmett was there. “You're going to meet—”

“Show me around your little kingdom. Where’s all the shady business happening these days? Where do you hide the bodies? Where’s the cocaine drop-off? Give me a tour, Tommy.” His jaw ticked. “Don’t call me that.” “Sorry, Toms,” I drawled. He shot me a side-eye. “You’re lucky Castle likes you. Otherwise, I’d dump you in the river just for that.” “Fair,” I said with a grin. “So…?” He sighed. “There’s a diner I go to. You’ll like it.” “Hmmm…” I said, about to protest. But right then, my stomach growled in betrayal.