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Devoured By His Enemy Eyes TONIA BLACKWOOD
“Get in the car and I'll answer all your questions.” He says softly and I'm stunned at the sudden change of tone. Brushing it off, I right my appearance and turn to him with narrowed eyes. “You better,” I warn as I climb into the truck and quickly tuck into the seatbelt. He climbs in and starts the engine then matches the gas pedal. “By the way, thanks for getting that off me. I had a suspicion that he put a bug on me.” “You're welcome.” He says, his voice, a low gruff and I find myself leaning into it, lost in old memories, not the bad ones but way before that, back when we were ten and life was just an innocent adventure. “She was more than an acquaintance.” He says quietly and I shake myself back to the present and look out the window. My eyes flash at the digital clock on the truck’s dashboard that reads 1:30 am How long have I been asleep? “Who?” I ask, dying of silent embarrassment when I hear the grogginess in my voice. I'm here to get my questions answered, Goddamn
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes Creating a War
JEREMY'S POV Six days ago, Josephine was kidnapped from the hospital. Two days later, Pup sent me explicit pictures of her, beaten and bruised in the worst ways. And since then, a demonic haze has taken over my control. My beast doesn't struggle for control anymore, he just takes and I gladly let him. “WHERE IS SHE?” I punch the last of Pup's men across the face, enjoying the sound of his facial muscles breaking under my fist. The two men I'd left Tonia to fight had brought back up and all of a sudden, two had turned to five. Right now, Four are lying motionless on the dirt with empty eye sockets, shattered spines, and broken necks. This one is still alive and lucky for him, the inferno raging in me has burned down to simmering rage. Now I'm just playing with him. Just toying with his face. Blood sprays across my cheeks and I ignore it, pummeling his face until my knuckles are soaked in his fluid and even then, I don't stop. “Please! I don't know who you're talking about?”
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes MALLORY BRICKS
“You found anything from your intense PI level search yet?” Kenny plops backward on my neatly arranged bed with her hands raised. “Didn't you see the Do Not Disturb sign board in front of my door?” I waste a full minute glaring at her as she ignores my question with bored sighs and blowing air bubbles. “This blows, Mal.” She rolls to her belly, her head propped up by her raised elbows digging into my bed. “What'd you want Kenny?” “What'd you mean what do I want with that snarky attitude, I came to help,” “Well, help quietly.” I snap as she continues with the air bubbles. “Jeez, fine… but you don't have to be a tart about it.” I swivel my chair to face her, “Kenny, I feel like I don't even know you right now.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “It means you've been acting weird since Jo was kidnapped.” She straightens up, folding her legs like a yoga instructor with arms folded across her bosom, “No I haven't, in fact I've been doing the very opposite while you've been locked u
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes DETECTIVE BURKELY
“Burkely!” Margie, the chief's secretary, yells behind the door to my office. “It's open.” I glance up from the stack of files I'd been studying when the door doesn't open. “I know it is, I’m just sick of seeing your face!” She yells from behind the door. “What'd you want Margery?” I call her by her full name, knowing how much it aggravates her. “What's wrong with your intercom?! Don't tell me you didn't place it back on the receiver and now it's dead.” I quietly place the telephone back in its receiver. “You tell me, since you've got it all figured out, Detective Marge,” I tease. “Screw you, Burke!” “I love you too, Margery.” “Fuck off, The chief wants you in his office. NOW!” I hear her retreating footsteps and bend the framed picture of Margery, my wife, and me on my wedding day downwards on my desk. Marge and I met as first-year students in the police academy and back then she held a special place for me in her heart. She introduced me to my now dead wife who’d been
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes MALLORY BRICKS
Shit! I cut the call and move to touch her but she steps back. “I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, Kenny.” “But I asked you and you said—” “I know what I said. Kenny…” I beg. “Don't say my name.” She steps further backward as I come closer. “You told me that she was attacked by Vongov! You said that the cuts weren't self-inflicted. You two made me feel like a horrible person for even bringing it up!” She gesticulates wildly like the words itself are tearing her apart and she's trying her hardest not to give in. “I'm sorry! She made me promise not to tell anyone!” “And I'm anyone?” She asks and I shut my eyes. I'm not good with emotions and I know how to fix this. A part of me wants to scream at Kenny that things like this happen all the time, that just like how I forget to tell my parents I love them, I also forgot to tell her about Jo cutting herself and she needs to grow the fuck up but that's not true and no matter how much it pains me to say, I was wrong in this. I bite my li
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes New place New people
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Devoured By His Enemy Eyes Junior
JOJO'S POV After dumping my broken feelings on Katrina, we enter the bonding phase, talking about our lives before A Casa Do Ouro for the remainder of the bath and it turns out that Katrina's parents sold her to A Casa Do Ouro for money to pay for her younger sister's illness. Katrina insists the trade was with her consent but I highly doubt that. I think her parents tricked her into getting sold and I think she knows it. Rifling through the closet, Katrina takes out a black gown that covers me up, neck to foot and I nod my approval. “Are you sure this is what you want to wear?” Katrina cocks an unsure gaze at the attire, her despair at the material is mildly entertaining but I'm not budging. “Yes, Kat. This is what I'll wear.” “But it's too old for you and I wanted to dress you up like a princess,” Katrina mumbles her protests with a cute crumbled expression. “Nah, nope you can't sway me on this, I'm wearing the black widow gown.” I grab it from her hands and dump the heap o
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