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Zephyr Maverick POV I was back first. Zacharias and Zaire were stuck at the hospital. Not only was Zacharias good at politics and socializing and thus close to the hospital leaders, but Zaire was also very close to the warriors. Of course, I was going to take the rare opportunity the Moon Goddess had given me.

Did she said, Kaizer ? No! That's not kaizer. I guess it's not kaizer. Oh damn, Zachariah! It's not kaizer okay !? It's not kaizer. She didn't said Kaizer! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my attention back to Kimora. She's pretty. Her eyelashes, her eyebrows, her nose. I really like her face. Every angle of her pretty face. I can’t afford to suffer someone like her at the hands of Gangsters and Mafia. I promise that I will save you from everything when you can't fight back. I will protect you when something bad happens. I will be your knight in shining armor. I will be your bulletproof. I will be your Superman. Your Savior and lastly, your husband. I will promise to my

Gulp! As he spoke, Zach and Zaha looked deeply attracted to Thea as they kept swallowing their saliva. “Don’t get too excited. You better let me go now or you can just wait to be wiped out!” Thea yelled, feeling ashamed and angry. Zale was not panicking when he faced Thea’s anger. Instead he laughed arrogantly. “Wipe us out> Miss Thea, how many raids have you done over the past few years? In the end, we’re still alive. So, how do you plan to kill us? Ha-ha-ha!”

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

My chin tilted just enough to draw blood if it were a blade. “Explain. Or let me guess. You’re lonely. Full of secrets. Traumatized, obviously. Don’t trust anyone. So you need a prisoner who can cook, hold a conversation, maybe kill if it comes to that—” Zach laughed. Short. Harsh. A sound like breaking glass on polished floors. He leaned in slightly, his stare razor-sharp. “That’s cute,” he muttered. “You think you’re the one in control.” I stared back. Calm. A smirk tugged at my lips.

It was a surprisingly interesting area of erotica. Zach stood waiting outside his apartment block and double checked that he really had packed his swimming goggles for the sixth time. He wasn’t comfortable swimming without his goggles. A red car he had seen before pulled up in front of him and the side window rolled down to reveal a wavy haired Darien. “You can get in,” he said. Zach eagerly got in the passenger seat and Darien drove off. He looked undeniably tired with circles under his eyes and red rimmed eyes.

he looked threatened. "If they are after the disk, why are they killing my men?" he yelled at him again. He was annoyed by the way the guy had been acting frivolously. "Please let me go, before she comes" he replied again with frivolity. "Pay him and make sure the trade still happen. The zombie fighter is my main target. Be careful and thrilling" he pushed the guy off. "And don't fight her" he added. Back in the basement, Jackson crew clapped.

I check mine to see if it has the same quality—a screen, I mean—but I find that his is thicker than Zeath’s and I’s own. “There,” Zachili utters when done with that. “Any one of you more than 10kms far from me, the other blows up. You both move, you both blow up, unless you want a little Romeo and Juliet tale. Follow me.” He leads the way back to the sitting room. “Why aren’t you fighting back?” I whisper to Zeath.

Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed. I took the Lucifer's trap, also known as an elevator, to my work floor and went to my desk. I wasn't stressed since my work was up to date and my group was sorted. I took out my laptop and set it up before I went to check up on my group and also friends. "Zara!" I turned to see Sweet coming from behind me. "Where have you been?"

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.