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Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

l wonder if Millie still has my hoodie from Tuesday night or if she spit on it and burned it. I take out the Glock from my bedstand drawer and put it in the back of my pants covering it with my hoodie. I take my switchblade out too and clip it into the pocket of my jeans. Once I’m dressed, I go back into the bathroom and run a little product through my hair, and head back out to Julian. He’s off the phone now and I ask for an update. “It went as expected, we have to go to Madrid tomorrow afternoon.” I don’t really want to head back there right now but it’s part of the job and what needs to be done, needs to be done.

I instruct sternly. “Scout’s honour,” Michelle promises with a giggle. “Prepare to be pitch-slapped, baby,” she says before hanging up on me. ~*~ “So where is boy-wonder?” Michelle asks as the credits roll on the second film of our chick flick marathon. “Working,” I say quietly. “He has been putting himself through hell the last couple of days. I think he thinks that I am not going to be able to handle all the questioning, especially after the roasting he got.”

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

This is the end of War of Threes, but the third book, Trinity of Power, is coming!! Important/Interesting Info: 1. I will be taking a couple week break to get ahead of the book. It will post on the website on 1/31/22. It usually takes it about a week for it to show up on the app, because they have to sign the book and do all the paperwork and blah blah blah. 2. I will keep my update schedule of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with the potential of special updates over the weekends.

… Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle." In Rosa's hospital room, Luca handed her the last slice of orange and stood up. "I'll go check on that troublesome one." Rafael let out a scoff. "Why bother checking on her? Let her reflect on her own." Enzo had already headed toward the door. He still couldn't feel at ease. Valentina had just woken up, and she was still injured. The three of them walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to Valentina's hospital room.

“Kneel in front of his arrogant ass and let him walk all over me?” “I’m just saying, we almost died because of your smart mouth,” Indra smacked my head again, muttering strings of profanities in Spanish, under her breath. “Will you stop doing that?” I sat up, glaring at her. “Well, we have a better chance with the Don than his son, so that’s good, I guess,” “Was he there?” Anthony asked. “The Don?” “Phone call,” Mr Stark responded. “The three of us are leaving for Russia tomorrow evening. We come back in three days,”

My stomach feeling sour, I turned away and headed back to my car. Three years. I have given this man three years of my life. Now, I need to fight back. I won’t let the sacrifices I made for this family go to waste. As I thought about it, a plan began to form in my mind.

I also check out a couple of jalopies before I find a decent second-hand car, so by the time Friday comes I literally just need the job. This particular Friday happens to be one of the hottest days by far this Summer in New York, and it’s only the beginning of August! The heat is still intense even after the sun has gone down. So I’m sweating bullets as I sit in my mother’s yard, waiting for Sy. I managed to wrangle together three other guys, all former NYPD officers of all different ranks, who are willing to hear Sy out. But they’re waiting in the cooled air-conditioned house! I heard a car pull up into my mother’s driveway, and two doors open and close. But I only saw one silhouette come t