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Fred's severed head fell to the ground with a thud. (Author's Note: The term "I give you mercy" was from Z Nation. A TV show in America is mainly about zombies, and the show comes right after another TV show called Black Summer.) I screamed at what I saw because we are not used to seeing such a scene every day, right? Coco gagged and we hurried to leave when Uncle Jim told us to leave and that he would be the one to bury Fred. Cole was driving and Chito was next to him. Coco and I are behind them.

My fingers curled slowly. Another victim. Another woman. Another life ended. Zane suddenly climbed onto the couch beside me. He stared at the screen. “What are they talking about?” he asked softly. “A bad person hurt someone,” I said gently. He watched the screen carefully. The camera zoomed in on the victim’s clothes. Zane leaned closer. “Wait.” I frowned. “What?” He pointed at the screen. “Her chest.” I squinted. There. A stain on the shirt. Red.

"Nixon Abandonato, known contacts, Chase Abandonato, Sergio Abandonato-" "That's a hell of a lot of Abandonatos." I scowled. "What does that even mean?" "Oh, wow." Nat looked over Zane's shoulder. "He kind of looks like you, minus the menacing I'd probably shoot you in the face first ask questions later sort of way." "Case closed." Zane dropped his phone. "I'm sending him a text. I just need to find his number..." "No." Ang finally spoke. All eyes fell to her.

Naya’s POV It had been a full week. Seven long, dragging days since I had last seen Zane. No cold commands. No unreadable stares. Just silence. The only person I saw was Beta Nikolas. He’d bring food and clothes when needed. With polite check-ins. Each time I asked about Zane, he gave the same answer. “Oh… he sends his regards, he’s attending to some serious pack matters.” That was all. I didn’t know why it bothered me.

But, he still didn't. "Get what?" "Your username." Zoey sighed and even though she doesn't really like answering that anymore, her own mouth has its life on its own. "It was my sister. She liked that famous show from N*****x. Stranger Things? Does it ring a bell? No?" Dionysus made a meh face, silently telling Zoey that he doesn't know the show at all that made Zoey rolling her eyes upwards. "How about you? You like Sherlock Holmes, huh? The book, the movie or the series?"

This is just what she wanted. "Thank you so much Mr. Ash," Nisha appreciated Zane's kindness. "You're welcome. I'll be heading out now to Naevia. See you in the evening soon,"Zane informed Naevia before leaving the room. Naevia had smiled and nodded briefly at Zane before he left. She looked at Nisha and dropped her legs aside. "I have something to do now Nisha. But if you need anything, just let me know," Naevia said to Nisha.

It would not take long for them to lose their reputation as the most powerful country in the world. By then, Rheasia would certainly leap up and take their place! It would not be an exaggeration to say that Zayn was the hero of his country! Over at Insurgent Trifecta, everyone was overjoyed and chanting Sergeant Larson’s name over and over again. It was much more delightful than when they celebrated the new year. However, two women were watching the live broadcast at the Carters. After their momentary joy, one of the women said to the other, “Fifi, are you really not planning on telling Zayn about this matter?”

NORA’S POV A biker. Zane was a biker. And a fucking famous, wealthy good one at that. I watched him hum through his obstacles, swerving excellently with perfect precision around hoops. People cheered and chanted his name, but all I could think about was how many times I had spread my legs, how often I had held my phone in my hands, eyes on his pictures and videos as I rubbed my clit.