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Just enough for them to cut me loose so I could grab one on my way out. “Okay,” He laughed and it sounded nice. “Viktoria, I am Fynn. I know that you’ve probably already figured out that I’m the Alpha. I want to take you on a tour, but if you run, I can’t promise your safety.” I thought about it for a moment. If I could bring back intel on the wolves, they might just let me back in. If I could tell them enough about the beasts that we could finally wipe them out, they might just let me back in. I will definitely not get out of it lightly. I know that whatever punishment they will think up for me will be brutal, but if I could bring them actual reliable intel. I looked up and nodded.

Wilbur fell deep into thought. Someone capable of stealing the Tiger War Amulet from a place so strictly guarded had to be a cultivator specialized in thievery. Thieving cultivators were best at hiding themselves and utilizing skills like camouflaging, making it hard to find them. Despite the fact that stealing a national treasure would draw attention from the national departments, most cultivators would never take that risk. Only Venomadder had the guts to do it. "Do we have any further information on him?" Wilbur looked at Elsa.

Cynthia paused and took a sip of red label. "Mr Smith started stealing from the man bit by bit, his greediness pushed him to even go ahead in paying some people to work under him, they came in form of newly opened business owners and deceived Mr Williams into believing that he knew and trusted them, Mr Williams invested a huge sum of money only to find out it is sham" Miss Lola helped her out.

“Looks like it. Same guy from the recon photos. Brown coat, same twitchy hands.” “He’s late,” Leah muttered. “Something’s off.” “Maybe he stopped to pick flowers,” Torres quipped. The guy finally emerged, checking over his shoulder like he owed the world money. He carried a cross-bag slung low and held onto something small in his left hand. “Alright,” Leah said. “That’s our guy, Alexei Duarte. Traffics pickpocket, Cryptocurrency Scammer, runs with the Lisbon crew. Wait till he makes contact.” Before Torres could reply, it all went sideways.

"Look, I didn't see anything. I won't say anything. I promise." Liam shakes his head. "Unfortunately, you did see something. And now..." His words slow. My skin prickles. My feet root to the floor. "...we can't exactly let you go wandering around with that kind of information," he says slowly, watching my face. "That'd be... risky, don't you think?" I practically feel my soul leave my body. Then he cracks a grin. "Relax. I'm not some mob boss. You should've seen your faces though—priceless."

But considering he may be a killer I decide to act as if his beauty didn't phase me. He looked straight into my eyes as he leaned his face closer to mine. "Are you sure you want to lie to me?" He asked as his face remained completely calm. His hot breath hit the back of my neck causing the small hairs to rise instantaneously. I licked the chapped skin on my bottom lip as I decided against answering his question. What was I supposed to say, he's intimidating yet intriguing. Everything about him reminds me of Justin and Dylan and I just met him. Intimidating, mysterious, intriguing, flirtatious, demanding, and aggressive. Are all criminals the same?

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

“We didn’t accept a contract. We accepted money.” Adam stared at him. “That’s the same thing.” The female rogue leaned forward as far as the cuffs would allow. “You want a name? Here’s one: Greed.” Matthew’s mouth tightened. “Cute. Not useful.” Adam’s voice lowered. “Then we do this differently.” He nodded once. A warrior stepped forward and placed a small evidence bag on the table, metal shards, dark with oil and grit. Adam’s fingers tapped it once. “Brake-line cutter,” Adam said softly. “Specialized tool. Not something a random drifter has in their pocket.” The male rogue’s eyes flicked to it.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”