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He now has something he could actually burn. “Ask him to take him to the basement. To that room” Back at the mansion Hades headed for the basement as soon as they reached the main house. It was a whole world beneath the family estate. It was the world of crime. What was better than to keep it too close that anyone couldn’t even dare to doubt it?

Rose answered in a playful tone. "What were you searching for here, for which you...stayed outside whole night for days..and almost weeks?" I completed my sentence, struggling to find the right words before looking at Rose who was standing still, her sudden silent and erect posture making me even more suspicious. "I don't think it's really important to share 'cause it's just a trivial matter, you know all these murder mysteries-" "I love mysteries, you know that right? My bookshelf and closet are filled with books based on criminology and stuffs based on them though I'm a doctor by profession so you must know of my addiction for murder mysteries by now?"

CHAPTER TWO BETTY'S POV It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

Jason said. "That rundown crime scene at 8 Mile and Houston?" "That rundown crime scene at 8 Mile and Houston?" Ayesha quizzed, a frown settling on her brow. he very one" "I knew it!" Cassie squealed "I knew something was up with that cathedral" "Yes, Cassie. Your hunch was right" Jason said. Ethan groaned "You've got to be kidding me" "Shut up" Jason snapped at his younger brother. "Remember when Cassie dragged us to that place?"

I turned into my wolf and headed west to the main cities. I needed to know more about Chloe's mother's past. I felt like something incredible was about to happen AND somehow it involved my partner. CHLOE I was sitting at the dining room table, looking at the crumpled bouquet of once-beautiful roses that sat there, still wondering how the hell they suddenly caught fire on their own. There must be an explanation for this, right, Rhea? I asked my wolf, who looked as confused as me. Maybe we can get answers at the pack house. They have a huge library there, - said Rhea.

Silence. With a quiet twist of the handle, she slipped inside, the scent of old leather and expensive bourbon filling the air. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting long shadows across the massive oak desk. Elena silently observed the large room, filled with antique books, leather furniture, and paintings that screamed power and prestige. The files. They had to be here. Elena moved quickly, scanning the desk, pulling open drawers, fingers deftly sifting through papers. “Damn.” She quickly pocketed a flash drive she found in one of the drawers and slid behind a tall bookshelf just as the door creaked open.

Tonight was my chance to solidify Rosa as the person who shot Gideon. If I could find evidence, something solid, it would mean a conviction against her, and it would keep all suspicion away from me. The estate of the Jules, where Rosa served as a maid, was my destination. Her possessions, perhaps a journal, may have the solution. I bided my time until dusk when the campus emptied as students carried themselves back across the quad to the dorms. Putting on my black hoodie, I drove to the compound and parked about a block away to avoid detection. The Jules’ mansion was foreboding, its ivy clinging to the stone and iron imposing in the dimming light. I knew the home’s layout from pack gathering

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

Glancing from my extended hand up to my eyes, his gaze warmed significantly, and his voice lowered when he murmured, “Let’s.” Then he interlaced his fingers with mine and followed me from the kitchen and into the living room, where I abruptly realized I had not yet cleaned up the mess I’d made from my frenzied research to connect Broderick Carmichael to Black Crimson. Slowing to a stop, he blinked at everything before gaping the longest at my crime wall. “Holy shit. Can we say obsessed much, Mayhem?” I flushed. “What? It helped me organize my research.” “I guess,” he murmured in awe, letting go of my hand in order to drift toward the wall and study all my notes. “No wonder you figured everyt