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His hand left my waist like it had been burned. Jakob’s voice stayed quiet. Almost conversational. “The deal is dead. Get up and leave.” Ruiz’s throat moved. He looked at Caldwell, then back at Jakob, as if waiting for the moment to become a joke. It didn’t. He stood slowly, palms visible, and walked out without another word. Jakob lowered the gun, returned it to his jacket as smoothly as he had drawn it, and looked at Caldwell. “I’ll reach out tomorrow to restructure the partnership discussion. Without him.”

Ralph swallowed, but his eyes remained fixed on the floor. “You don't understand,” Ralph replied, rubbing his hands together. “That person has enough power to destroy me. My business, my family, everything I've built could disappear before I even had a chance to fight back.” His voice shook slightly, and for the first time, he looked genuinely afraid of someone else.

I asked, my eyes glaring at the flames burning and my ears picking up the noise of children crying. “I don't know. But there's only one way to find out.” Ralph attempts to charge down towards the city, but I quickly grab his arm, stopping from making that move. “What do you think you want to do?” I asked, glaring straight into his eyes which were burning with so much grief and pain. He was breathing heavily, deeply enraged from within. “I will kill every single person that does this. I can still save some people.” “Ralph, I need you to get a hold of yourself. It's you against a whole army.”

Ralph slammed on the brakes, which made the truck's tires skid on the wet pavement, stopping inches from the other car's bumper. "What the hell?" Ralph shouted, reaching for his radio to call in his situation when his window suddenly shattered. Ralph screamed, shielding his face from the glass. Before he could reach for a weapon under his seat, a gloved hand reached in to haul him out of the car. Three huge men stood over him. They wore expensive suits that were getting ruined in the rain. Dmitri Varga stepped forward. "Where is it?" Varga asked calmly. "Where is what?" Ralph gasped, clutching his bruised ribs. "It’s just computer parts! I don't have the keys to the back!"

🌸 Author’s Note – Thank You From the Bottom of My Heart 🌸 I woke up this morning to see that Wreck Me Quietly had been added to 12 readers' libraries overnight. Twelve. That might not sound like much to some people, but to me… it’s everything.

We were never going to be a thing. Jane holds up her hands. “Hey, we’re sorry if we crossed a line. Wren didn’t send us. We just thought you were his ex, that’s all.” Before anyone else can speak, a girl comes sprinting toward us, her face flushed with excitement. “Guys! You have to see this! Luca just gifted Wren a custom Maybach! It’s parked outside!” They all scramble up, squealing, rushing toward the entrance. I force myself to follow, my legs moving on autopilot.

I glance three stools down and see Rick, a regular who likes to really knock ‘em back, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes. Sighing, I grab him a Budweiser from the fridge and set it down on the counter in front of him with a clink. “Here you go. Back from outer space,” I say, forcing a half-smile. Rick grumbles something under his breath as I turn away. And that’s when it happens.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the glass from his hand. "Enough! You just had your stomach pumped yesterday! Do you have to treat your life like it's worthless? "She's only been gone a few days, and you're already destroying yourself. Why don't you just call Mabes and fix this?" Ralph's expression darkened even further. Under the silent stares of everyone present, he grabbed a bottle, chugged it down, and smashed it on the table before storming out. The cool night wind did nothing to calm Ralph's blazing fury.

“Victories come with sacrifices, Tessa. But we’ll rebuild. We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again and those who sacrificed their lives will be remembered as a hero as they should be.” After a while, I nodded my head and pulled away from him before wiping the dirt off my face with the back of my hand and looking up at the sky to stop the tears in the corner of my eyes that were threatening to fall. “It’s done… The Rogues left are either dead or have fled from the scene. Ralph’s gone. It’s over. With the damage the Rogues faced, there shouldn’t be much chaos for a while,” Wendell came in and informed us.

“Get on with your work, you lazy piece of shit.” Ralph appeared beside me with a smirk on his face. He’s the son of the Alpha’s Beta Craig—another one who enjoys nothing more than making my life miserable. I had just finished mopping the floors when my heart sank at his chirpy voice.