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“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
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Devoured By His Enemy Eyes Junior
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Devoured By His Enemy Eyes The Meeting
JEREMY'S POV We gather in the insanely cramped space that is Mallory's room and I feel her eyes poking lasers into the back of my head. She's not happy with my presence and neither am I. Without a doubt, I believe that if she hadn't tipped the fucking police, Josephine would be here amongst us. Amongst them, at least. Any problems I have with Josephine are between her and I and no one has the right to interfere. I yell the words at the brick-headed Mallory and she yells back that anything that concerns Jo is also a concern of hers. She didn't travel across the Pacific to watch her best friend fall apart over an arrogant prick with no heart and do nothing about it. Kendrick, who'd been glaring lasers into Mallory's head also comes to her support. They're all sisters, she says and they live to support each other because that’s the only way they can thrive. I laugh at their bullshit talk, mocking them with my reply. If they were such a tight-knit support group, why'd they leave Jos
Devoured By His Enemy Eyes My Mother
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Jeremy's POV I stare after the old Chevrolet as it hurtles past me coughing up smoke from its exhaust, I question the believability of everything I just heard. It can't be possible. I trudge mindlessly into another bar, that asshole detective forgot to return my Vodka. The thief. I buy another bottle of Vodka and drink straight from the bottle this time around. No more glasses bullshit. My phone buzzes in my pocket and a piece of paper falls as I try to grip the phone from my pockets with my still lethargic hands. I shrug at the piece of paper and ignore it but a passerby picks it up for me. “Here, you dropped this.” “Thank you, kind stranger,” I answer in Russian as I collect the paper and the man looks at me strangely before walking off. I pull out my phone to see fourteen missed calls from Junnev and Malakai. I dial the group chat and they both answer at the same time. “What's up?” I growl into the phone. “We found her location.” “Where's she?” “She is in Guerrero's
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