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Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,703,430	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703427}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643			LEARN_MORE	https://mailchi.mp/clairebidwellsmith/thelivinggaz	Claire Bidwell Smith	https://www.facebook.com/clairebidwellsmithwrites/	15,085	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	mailchi.mp	CAROUSEL		https://mailchi.mp/clairebidwellsmith/thelivinggaze	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481321482_532403452660632_2863627758593691291_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aHo19oE1z8wQ7kNvgFFDJSy&_nc_oc=AdiawB_GSO9_1TxtlT2CJSnqsroVKXeCTYqBSNiuhWw59Q0Gx9-0HoThTnTr6pVa8XARmjV6irkM9cZ4XF_CLB8N&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYAHHipD61tfKLBAlCl8ngG8LDRmv822sCfEigb9J0m0UQ&oe=67C5E1AD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Claire Bidwell Smith	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,445	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	💃 Nâng đỡ – Thoải mái – Tự nhiên 💃	ÁO LÓT ĐỊNH HÌNH KHÔNG GỌNG THÉP – SỰ LỰA CHỌN ĐỈNH NÓC CHO V-1 ĐẸP TỰ NHIÊN 💃 Nâng đỡ – Thoải mái – Tự nhiên 💃 Bạn đang tìm kiếm một chiếc áo lót: ✔️ Không gọng thép gây khó chịu ✔️ Định hình V1 tròn đầy, cân đối ✔️ Chất liệu mềm mại nâng niu làn da ✔️ Phù hợp cả ngày dài mà không lo bí bách? 🔥 ÁO LÓT ĐỊNH HÌNH CAO CẤP chính là giải pháp SỐ 1 dành cho bạn! Đặc điểm nổi bật: 🌟 Không gọng thép nhưng vẫn nâng đỡ tối ưu nhờ thiết kế thông minh, giúp giữ dáng ngực tự nhiên mà không gây cảm giác chèn ép. 🌟 Chất liệu thoáng khí, thấm hút mồ hôi: Không lo khó chịu trong mọi điều kiện thời tiết. 🌟 Đường may tỉ mỉ. Tạo sự sang trọng, tinh tế và bền đẹp qua thời gian. 🌟 Phù hợp mọi vóc dáng. Thiết kế co giãn vừa vặn, giúp bạn tự tin diện bất kỳ trang phục nào. Vì sao nên chọn sản phẩm của chúng tôi? ✨ Sản phẩm đã được hàng nghìn khách hàng yêu thích. ✨ MẶC LÀ ĐẸP - MẶC LÀ TÔN DÁNG ✨ Giá ưu đãi 45% CHỈ HÔM NAY – Đừng bỏ lỡ cơ hội sở hữu! 📦 Ship toàn US . 3->5 ngày nhận hàng ! 👉 Nhanh tay đặt hàng ngay để trải nghiệm sự khác biệt! 📩 Inbox ngay để được tư vấn chi tiết.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Melaly - Áo Ngực Y tế Nội Địa Nhật , Định Hình Nâng Tầm Vóc Dáng-体を形づくる	https://www.facebook.com/61560109190404/	62	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468084280_405618169184957_3562600908174357613_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dQOIbbUiPesQ7kNvgFh8p8s&_nc_oc=Adjmv2-TGJJkLSh-lnLRF-jPNAxJPQgRZeNeFggYx7qTMYuWsy_NISVGmNKe85oRBm_i_EntxNddodqMm8vKPIea&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYCPs43gq5xwmmki5SqBJJgkeKbHnTI76xoVj72vthPS1Q&oe=67C5EB34	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Melaly - Áo Ngực Y tế Nội Địa Nhật , Định Hình Nâng Tầm Vóc Dáng-体を形づくる	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,447	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703801}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Phúc lợi VIP từ nhà phát hành	💎[Đăng nhập tặng HỒN HOÀN]💎 👉 Không nhầm đâu, là hồn hoàn thập vạn niên đó 🎁 Nhập THANKIEMVIP nhận VIP12 🎁 Nhập HONHOANFREE nhận hồn hoàn trị giá 2 triệu 🎁 Nhập TAIGAMENGAY nhận 1 tỷ kim cương 🎁 Nhập KTLT6868 nhận 50 vạn KNB 👉 Tự hào là game MMO hot nhất 2025! Tải ngay!	PLAY_GAME	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=vn.vp	Hội ghiền review game	https://www.facebook.com/61573484615362/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Play game	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=vn.vplay.honhoan.r001a	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481770139_625071070459205_5166786742909438403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=B-EJFDnyRWYQ7kNvgGqJjYe&_nc_oc=Adh4oRieXfL3fZbJLhu0_ohjFqknv8htd-2JLv5vHTRhAdMo7XGskpxWOICRUhTaLnvIYvwOi2Fmo5Tp2QNbEME1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYAKW6KzqNHpKMrObrWTVQ6RVpB7FbrNiJ8yqcQ-6_XyEQ&oe=67C5EA70	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Hội ghiền review game	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,453	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		Hi! My new song LOVE LOST is streaming everywhere. :D Follow me on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube. This music video has dropped as well! Click the link in my bio! Welcome! God Bless! xoxo #newartist #independentartist #indiemusic #altpop #polkpop #indiepop #singersongwriter #newyork #gay #queer #lgbtqsongwriter #lgbtqartist Video by @travelena_us	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/robmoormanmusic	robmoormanmusic	https://www.instagram.com/_u/robmoormanmusic	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/robmoormanmusic	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/477163449_3418691285092721_3119912720023916947_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=rvSdL6DRRxQQ7kNvgGJgp3K&_nc_oc=Adj9IWoexKsjNRFmOQe02AVqdAGNGLWPjwry-0LvTo-L9iwesT609qMxnziz0aD9NwnmB3Hs6McUZpFlK-biPse_&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBDt0e0ikUz5PHOlOnfvqOO52cSSOZx7M56PGq2D2I4RQ&oe=67C5CE62	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	robmoormanmusic	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,454	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Giảm còn 890$ 👉 20 Răng sứ Cercon HT	🏆 Trọn bộ 20 răng sứ Cecorn HT chỉ 890$ 👉Làm răng trước, trả tiền sau - Chỉ còn 9 suất! 👉 Xu hướng nha khoa thẩm mỹ hiện đại, độc quyền tại nha khoa Phương Sen: - Đảm bảo về pháp lý - Đảm bảo về chuyên môn - Đảm bảo quy trình thực hiện - Đảm bảo chất lượng Miễn phí thiết kế nụ cười tương lai (trị giá 4.000.000 VNĐ) ▪️ Khắc phục mọi khuyết điểm HÔ - MÓM - KHẤP KHỂNH chỉ sau 2 lần hẹn. ▪️ Đội ngũ bác sĩ chuyên gia giàu kinh nghiệm và thẩm mỹ cao trực tiếp thực hiện. ▪️ Công nghệ bảo tồn răng gốc tối đa, không mài nhỏ, không lấy tủy. ▪️ Độ chịu lực cao gấp 6-7 lần răng thật. ▪️ Bảo hành màu sắc và chức năng ăn nhai trọn đời. ▪️ Không cần nghỉ dưỡng, không cần kiêng khem. ▪️ Lợi hồng khỏe, trắng tự nhiên. ▪️ Không gây đen nướu, không viêm lợi. 👉Nhanh tay Inbox với nha khoa Phương Sen để được tư vấn miễn phí và nhận ưu đãi cực HOT ngay trong hôm nay ------------------------------------------------- ☎ Hotline tư vấn: 0937525486 📌 Địa chỉ: 92 Đường Số 7 KDC Cityland, Phường 7, Quận Gò Vấp,Tp.HCM ⏰ Thời gian làm việc: 8h - 20h tất cả các ngày trong tuần kể cả thứ 7 và chủ nhật.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Nha Khoa Thẩm Mỹ Phương Sen	https://www.facebook.com/100095077722742/	653	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480787976_640323508533485_4356777674407695783_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mKiPkC2OaroQ7kNvgF0GwYk&_nc_oc=AdhtruzqzG7zMzi4b1qJR2Mi5cZgQyq2yJ_UhE_jV4gipbPpxcK5q-MKT5hvaRSA32BryEdEw9hZbdm6bIyhng8i&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYCvnvR9TVl_DASypskABWBPbzvId6xB7iwcZjJkYpjWoA&oe=67C5E20F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Nha Khoa Thẩm Mỹ Phương Sen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,456	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703065}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉👉	El día que me encontré embarazada, mi marido me estampó los papeles del divorcio en la cara... *** “Adrian, ¿eres tú?” pregunté mientras me acercaba a la puerta, emocionada por compartir la buena noticia. Pero mi sonrisa se desvaneció al ver a una mujer en brazos de Adrian. No era una mujer cualquiera, sino mi hermana Tonya. Tuvieron una historia en la escuela secundaria, ¡pero de eso hace ya siglos! La sonrisa amable de Adrian hacia Tonya se endureció en el momento en que me vio. Antes de que yo pudiera reaccionar, ¡ZAM! Una fuerte bofetada golpeó mi mejilla, tirándome al suelo. Instintivamente me protegí el vientre, aturdida por la violencia repentina. “¡Qué está pasando!” le grité a Adrian, que solía tratarme con sumo cuidado. “¿Has tenido la desfachatez de preguntar?” Adrian me fulminó con la mirada， “¡¿Contratar a alguien para abusar de tu hermana?! ¿Cómo puedes hacerle eso a Tonya, golfa?” Tonya se hizo la víctima perfectamente, sollozando en su pecho. Mi mente se quedó en blanco por la acusación, “¡No lo hice!” protesté. “¡Claro que lo negarías, igual que negarías que te has estado acostando con tu supuesto amigo homosexual Jason!” espetó. Eso es aún más ridículo. “Jason ES gay. ¿Por qué íbamos a mentir sobre eso?” grité, “Deja de hacerme perder el tiempo aquí.” Hizo una mueca de puro odio y me arrojó un documento y un bolígrafo a los pies. ¡UN DOCUMENTO DE DIVORCIO! “Fírmalo y lárgate. No tolero basura en mi casa.” Todavía tenía la boca abierta por el susto e intenté decir algo, pero no me salió nada. ¿Qué podía decir? Era evidente que se había tragado todas aquellas mentiras absurdas... Me sequé las lágrimas y las emociones, temblorosa, luego tomé el bolígrafo y garabateé mi nombre. Me había agraviado y humillado, y había optado por desprenderse de su bebé. Algún día se arrepentirá. Le miré por última vez antes de dirigirme a la puerta. …	LEARN_MORE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&	Buenovela Home	https://www.facebook.com/100093629167960/	38,296	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	werarts.com	IMAGE	🔥🔥🔥2025 NOVELA MÁS CALIENTE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480833411_1350165029471912_737692987666739990_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3zqquGL0ZxkQ7kNvgGviOby&_nc_oc=Adhj8_FMR4u-j313PH5rBWhKaJciNNd-Jw2oaE7rsf58NmeVtDazaDES2DtW4YNVYTPK8ZHOYN0ThrC0tsawLpas&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYBToyShzge7vgVUUXlfq9ruc68iOx7efZnSCwXyMW6HFw&oe=67C601E0	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Buenovela Home	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,458	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703065}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉👉	El día que me encontré embarazada, mi marido me estampó los papeles del divorcio en la cara... *** “Adrian, ¿eres tú?” pregunté mientras me acercaba a la puerta, emocionada por compartir la buena noticia. Pero mi sonrisa se desvaneció al ver a una mujer en brazos de Adrian. No era una mujer cualquiera, sino mi hermana Tonya. Tuvieron una historia en la escuela secundaria, ¡pero de eso hace ya siglos! La sonrisa amable de Adrian hacia Tonya se endureció en el momento en que me vio. Antes de que yo pudiera reaccionar, ¡ZAM! Una fuerte bofetada golpeó mi mejilla, tirándome al suelo. Instintivamente me protegí el vientre, aturdida por la violencia repentina. “¡Qué está pasando!” le grité a Adrian, que solía tratarme con sumo cuidado. “¿Has tenido la desfachatez de preguntar?” Adrian me fulminó con la mirada， “¡¿Contratar a alguien para abusar de tu hermana?! ¿Cómo puedes hacerle eso a Tonya, golfa?” Tonya se hizo la víctima perfectamente, sollozando en su pecho. Mi mente se quedó en blanco por la acusación, “¡No lo hice!” protesté. “¡Claro que lo negarías, igual que negarías que te has estado acostando con tu supuesto amigo homosexual Jason!” espetó. Eso es aún más ridículo. “Jason ES gay. ¿Por qué íbamos a mentir sobre eso?” grité, “Deja de hacerme perder el tiempo aquí.” Hizo una mueca de puro odio y me arrojó un documento y un bolígrafo a los pies. ¡UN DOCUMENTO DE DIVORCIO! “Fírmalo y lárgate. No tolero basura en mi casa.” Todavía tenía la boca abierta por el susto e intenté decir algo, pero no me salió nada. ¿Qué podía decir? Era evidente que se había tragado todas aquellas mentiras absurdas... Me sequé las lágrimas y las emociones, temblorosa, luego tomé el bolígrafo y garabateé mi nombre. Me había agraviado y humillado, y había optado por desprenderse de su bebé. Algún día se arrepentirá. Le miré por última vez antes de dirigirme a la puerta. …	LEARN_MORE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&	Buenovela Home	https://www.facebook.com/100093629167960/	38,296	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	werarts.com	IMAGE	🔥🔥🔥2025 NOVELA MÁS CALIENTE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482007246_559778307104545_4962421387969212222_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=h8jRZ9RYVGMQ7kNvgH6CRZ6&_nc_oc=AdhpcXCveK2lcxPSeWvsj6KvfyB1NRI1JZ3sBcsMjtybmVmo91wJQrCJt5M6-T0BBWvHmqnfXtjpGTp_CTNzUmJJ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYAiX3FDxjqMTGpLD3DVFXeK0gz4V8hBL5NSOtSaOO_EDw&oe=67C6030D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Buenovela Home	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,459	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703065}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉👉	El día que me encontré embarazada, mi marido me estampó los papeles del divorcio en la cara... *** “Adrian, ¿eres tú?” pregunté mientras me acercaba a la puerta, emocionada por compartir la buena noticia. Pero mi sonrisa se desvaneció al ver a una mujer en brazos de Adrian. No era una mujer cualquiera, sino mi hermana Tonya. Tuvieron una historia en la escuela secundaria, ¡pero de eso hace ya siglos! La sonrisa amable de Adrian hacia Tonya se endureció en el momento en que me vio. Antes de que yo pudiera reaccionar, ¡ZAM! Una fuerte bofetada golpeó mi mejilla, tirándome al suelo. Instintivamente me protegí el vientre, aturdida por la violencia repentina. “¡Qué está pasando!” le grité a Adrian, que solía tratarme con sumo cuidado. “¿Has tenido la desfachatez de preguntar?” Adrian me fulminó con la mirada， “¡¿Contratar a alguien para abusar de tu hermana?! ¿Cómo puedes hacerle eso a Tonya, golfa?” Tonya se hizo la víctima perfectamente, sollozando en su pecho. Mi mente se quedó en blanco por la acusación, “¡No lo hice!” protesté. “¡Claro que lo negarías, igual que negarías que te has estado acostando con tu supuesto amigo homosexual Jason!” espetó. Eso es aún más ridículo. “Jason ES gay. ¿Por qué íbamos a mentir sobre eso?” grité, “Deja de hacerme perder el tiempo aquí.” Hizo una mueca de puro odio y me arrojó un documento y un bolígrafo a los pies. ¡UN DOCUMENTO DE DIVORCIO! “Fírmalo y lárgate. No tolero basura en mi casa.” Todavía tenía la boca abierta por el susto e intenté decir algo, pero no me salió nada. ¿Qué podía decir? Era evidente que se había tragado todas aquellas mentiras absurdas... Me sequé las lágrimas y las emociones, temblorosa, luego tomé el bolígrafo y garabateé mi nombre. Me había agraviado y humillado, y había optado por desprenderse de su bebé. Algún día se arrepentirá. Le miré por última vez antes de dirigirme a la puerta. …	LEARN_MORE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&	Buenovela Home	https://www.facebook.com/100093629167960/	38,296	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	werarts.com	IMAGE	🔥🔥🔥2025 NOVELA MÁS CALIENTE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480906818_1170402357768454_7919506179492823203_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=t2Dw6ydeljoQ7kNvgHyM3TT&_nc_oc=AdhxE64z-n5TBZznMzOehyeuhTz75gqnH261KzaafwJpfaWVjxfvGmBik4RuEBNb9Q49beYToQ_4WUD4xqzy6RCo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYD9IjuH5EY69KqLlQtVvYHoHvdIrRatIEOSMPCMUiaHAA&oe=67C5FC4F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Buenovela Home	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,486	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703466}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't ... they wouldn't do this to me. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. ———————— Dani pov "Are you excited about tonight, Dani girl?" Amanda, my pseudo aunt, asks as she helps me finish curling my long blonde hair. I look at her through the reflection in the mirror and she must see the happiness shining in my eyes because she pecks the top of my head. "Right, stupid question." "Excited isn't a big enough word to encomphip how I'm feeling right now. I'm just... God, I don't know, Mandy." I laugh at my lack of words and she squeezes my shoulders while smiling at me. "You're going to be an amazing Old Lady to those three boys of yours. This club has watched the four of you fall in love and we are all just as excited for it to be official now." I see tears shining in her eyes but she blinks them away before they can fall. "You, my sweet girl, deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know those boys will bend over backwards to make it happen. The circumstances that brought you into our lives weren't ideal, but this is where you were always meant to be." I've called the Devil's Disciples club home for eight years now, ever since my father abandoned me at a gas station when I was only ten years old, and told me I'm old enough to fend for myself. A lot of bad could have happened to me back then, but I was fortunate enough to be found by Snake, the club's president. He put me on the back of his bike and brought me to the club, giving me a family, and a real future in the process. Snake's son, Axel, and his two best friends, Jax and Hendrix, quickly became my everything. I got to grow up being a spoiled club princess with my three best friends. To absolutely no one's surprise, our platonic friendship changed into so much more the older we got. If I'm honest with myself, I've been in love with them since the moment we met. Snake was surprisingly happy for us, but he demanded we not take our relationship further until after I graduated school and turned eighteen. I won't lie, it's been frustrating keeping our hands to ourselves for two years, but tonight is finally the night we've been waiting for. Tonight Axel, Jax, and Hendrix are being officially patched in and I'm being named as their Old Lady. I graduated a month ago and my eighteenth birthday was last week. It's time. Hendrix, my big softy, wanted us to all wait to be intimate until after everything was officially recognized by the club. Something about 'The biker version of making an honest woman out of me.' Axel wanted to punch him in the face for being a schlong blocker, but eventually relented because, in his words, I'm worth the wait. "I'm going to head out, hun. I need to make sure everything is in order for tonight at the club." Mandy says, while grabbing her purse to leave. "The ceremony starts in about an hour, don't be late." She gives me a stern look, knowing I would be late to my own funeral if possible. "Trust me, tonight is the one night I'll definitely be on time for." I grin at her. She shakes her head in amusement. "We'll see. Taylor drew you a picture as a keepsake for tonight. When she gives it to you, act like it's the best artwork you've ever seen. She worked hard on it for her favorite person." "See you in a bit, Dani girl!" She waves bye and gets in her car. Once I see her headlights disappear, I go back inside and make sure everything is ready for after the ceremony tonight. Call me optimistic, but I bought a whole box of condoms. I also bought some scented candles and advil. I'm sure Hendrix made a gift basket with all the essentials, but I like to be prepared. It's not every day a girl loses her first time to the three loves of her life. I'm just finishing my mental checklist when my phone dings, letting me know the guys are active in the group chat. I can't help the bubble of laughter that escapes at their banter. Axel: Are u ready for tonight, Baby girl? Jax: Do u really have 2 ask? Our girl has been ready. If Hendrix wasn't such a clam jammer she would have jumped us weeks ago. Hendrix: Get out, Jax. Little one, you deserve for your first time to be special. Axel: It's ALL of our first time's, schlong. No matter what it will be special. Axel: So, who will be first, Baby girl? Jax: I nominate myself. Winky face emoji Hendrix: Of course u do. Eye roll emoji Hendrix: The choice is yours, little one. Don't feel pressured. Me: I love you guys. And I don't care who goes first. I'll leave that for you guys to decide, as long as it actually happens. Axel: I'm so hard right now. Jax: Same. Can we speed up the ceremony? Axel: I tried. Dad would angry if everything isn't done by the book. Hendrix: Heathens, both of you. Learn some patience. Hendrix: I love you too, Little one. Can't wait to see you in a bit. Axel: Go on with you! Hendrix.Love you too, Baby girl. Jax: Yeah, Go on with you! Hendrix. Also, I love you more, Love. Me: You guys are dorks. Finish getting ready for tonight b4 Snake gives you grunt work. I put my phone down and try to relax before it's time to leave for the clubhouse. I only live five minutes away, but it feels like a million with how antsy I am right now. The house I currently live in used to belong to Amanda and Scoot, but they gave it to me my senior year of highschool after they built their new house on the club's property. Before here, I stayed at the clubhouse in one of the rooms, but I like my solitude. Don't get me wrong, I love the club, but I like being able to walk downstairs in the middle of the night for a glhip of water without having to see some club bunny getting railed on the table where I eat breakfast by someone I consider family. The members of the club are family to me, but it doesn't mean I want to see their schlongs out. That's just nasty. Since the guys and I are becoming official tonight, they will be moving in here with me this weekend. Jax even took the liberty of buying a monster of a bed for all of us to sleep on. My house is finally becoming an actual home. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear a loud knock on my door. I can't keep the smile off my face as I go to answer, knowing Axel wouldn't be able to stay away for long. "Hendrix will kick your bu–" I open the door and my words die on my tongue when I see who it is. "Dani, You look good. Just like your momma did before she got knocked up with you." My father says, with a toothy grin on his sallow face. He looks worse than he did eight years ago when he left me at the gas station. He's scrawny, with rotted out teeth, and a sweaty complexion. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I croak out, hating how weak I sound even to my own ears. "Dani, Dani, Dani."He shakes his head in disappointment. "That's no way to greet your daddy. You didn't think I would forget about you did you? I've gotten myself into some trouble, girl, and only you can help me out." He tells me with a nasty gleam in his eyes. Bile is making its way up my throat now. I should have known he would never truly be done with me. "If you try anything, anything at all to hurt me, the entire Devil's Disciples club will come for you. They'll know it was you." I tell him with as much courage as my terrified voice will allow. He just laughs cruelly at me. I try to slam the door in his face but his boot stops me. Before I get a chance to turn and run he stabs me with something. He pulls back his hand and I see a syringe. Before my next thought is complete my world turns black. I wake with a jolt as my consciousness slowly comes back. Looking around I see that I'm tied up in the back of a van and my father is here with me, staring at me with dead eyes. Eyes he's always had when he looks at me. "You're finally awake." He says casually, like we're talking about the weather. I don't respond. What would I even say? It doesn't matter though. My guys will come looking for me and this will all be over. I just need to be patient. "I see those wheels turning in your head, girl. No one is coming for you." He has a wide smile on his face as he says this. "You're wrong. Axel, Jax, and Hendrix will always come for me. When they do, they will kill you!" I scream at him. "Not after they found your note, explaining that the biker life isn't for you and a photo of you and that friend of yours in a compromising position." "What note? What friend? What are you talking about?" None of what he's saying makes sense. "That friend of yours from school, Brent. According to the note and a photo a friend of mine edited, you and Brent fell in love and you decided to run off together." "Brent is gay and I would never cheat on them! They know I wouldn't. They'll see right through it and come for me." I know it down to my bones. "Well Brent disappeared last night too, after I put a magazine in his head and buried him in the desert. So it's all very convincing, what with you both disappearing at the same time and all." He laughs like any of what he just said is funny. "No. No, no, no! He's not dead! Please. You're lying. Brent is innocent." The last part is barely a whisper as my emotions clog my throat. Brent is a good person. This is my fault. If he was never my friend he wouldn't have been caught up in this mess. "I wasn't sure if I could pull this off. I've been watching you for some time and I figured those boys of yours would hunt you down for some answers at least. Imagine my surprise when my friend sent me a video of all three of them banging one of them club whores not long after leaving your place. They sure didn't wait long to replace you. Must not have been that special to them after all, huh, Dani girl?" He smirks at me. I want to rip that smirk off his stupid face. "Now I know you're lying. I won't fall for your tricks, I know them better than anyone, and they wouldn't ever touch a club girl, no matter how upset they were at me." He pulls out his phone and puts it in front of my face. "Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't... they wouldn't do this to me. "Ah now you're getting it." He puts his phone back into his pocket and grabs my chin roughly. "Ya know, I never wanted a kid, let alone a daughter. Women are useless. It wasn't until recently that I realized you can actually be of some value to me after all. I owe someone a lot of money, and unfortunately I wasn't able to pay them back. I did have you though. It took some time to track you down but imagine my surprise when I found you living with a biker club. I had to get creative to finally get you away from those boys of yours, but after some help I figured it out. The guy you're going to isn't very nice but if you play your cards right you should be fine." I say nothing. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate the guys for banging Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. I had everything. I had a family, three amazing boyfriends, and a bright future. I had it all. Now, now I have nothing. I can feel what little hope I had left leave my soul as my mind replays that video in my head on repeat. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. "We've got a long drive and I don't feel like listening to you whine." I realize I'm crying when he says this. He pulls out another syringe and stabs me in the arm with it. I don't even try to fight him. Later on when I wake up, chained to a basement floor with several other girls, I realize...I was a stupid, foolish, naive little girl and life can always get worse. 7 years later The base runs through me, syncing with my heart. My body sways in time with the beat as I lift my arms up and embrace the feeling of freedom. I'll never take it for granted again. My black rooted, silver hair is up in a faux hawk to keep it from sticking to my neck. My dark winged brown eyes open as a pair of hands grab ahold of my hips and the person behind me grinds into my hip. Thick fingers trail up by undressed stomach and grope my leather bralette covered breasts. I don't even need to turn around to know who is behind me. So predictable. Kyle Sandcliff, 32, trust fund baby, and overall waste of human life. I grab his hand from my chest and pull him along with me to the unlocked 'Employees only' break room. Once we're both in the room, I close and lock the door before turning around to face him. He doesn't waste any time as he pins me to the door and shoves his tongue down my throat. I give as good as I get before I bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Baby. You're a feisty one." He says, before he immediately undoes his pants and pulls his tiny schlong out. "Get on your knees and suck me, baby. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you with my fat schlong in your private part." Wow, what he lacks in size, he makes up for in confidence. I get on my knees and lick the head of his schlong. This guy doesn't wash his balls very well. It smells like rank hip. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. So I take one for the team and shove his entire schlong in my mouth. The smell makes me gag and dipshit thinks it's because of his size. Typical. "That's it baby, choke on my schlong." He grunts. God, please stop talking. I need to end this before I actually throw up. I grab my dagger from my boot and slowly bring it to his thigh while his eyes are closed. His schlong starts to swell so I pull him from my mouth. "What, I was almost there!" He yells, as he looks down. As soon as his eyes lock on mine I shove my blade deep in his femoral artery and drag it down, effectively slicing it open. He screams but the music drowns him out. His voice dies down as he bleeds out. I look him deep in his fading eyes. "My name is Karma, and this is for the force woman to intercourse with him and murder of Veronica Douglhip." Once his black soul finally leaves his body, and goes to inferno where it belongs, I wipe my blade on his Oxford shirt and pull my cell from my pocket. "Emery, package pickup confirmed." I tell my partner. "Received." Is all she says before the call is disconnected. I stroll out of the crowded Miami club, and walk two blocks where I destroy and toss the burner cell. I walk another two blocks and Emery is there to pick me up. I get in the black 1967 Shelby Mustang and we take off for the private air strip where I finally get to brush my teeth and use half a bottle of mouthwash after we load the jet. I come out of the small bathroom to Emery's smirking face. "Shut up, bimbo." But she just bursts out laughing. "I don't know why you insist on going so far with your marks before you kill them. You know, you wouldn't have to deal with cheese balls if you did what I do and just kill them as soon as you get them alone instead of playing with them." She repeats the same thing she says to me every time I do a job. I just roll my eyes and sit down. "I enjoy edging them before I end their lives. Imagine using a vibrator and right before you come the batteries die." She winces at this. "Yeah that is terrible. I hate when that happens." She tells me. "Exactly. For them, instead of batteries dying, it's them dying. It's very cathartic for me." I tell her with a shrug. "You're psychotic, but I love you all the more for it." She grins at me and I just wink at her. I don't get close to people. Not since seven years ago when my life irrevocably changed. Don't get me wrong, I would absolutely take a magazine for Emery, and she's like family to me. But I will never allow myself to be vulnerable with someone else. She knows this, she even understands this. We got plastered one night and I spilled my guts about the boys who shattered my heart when I was abducted. So she knows why I keep a distance. She hates it, but she learned not to push me too much a while ago. That's why I requested to have Emery as my partner. She doesn't pry. "What does the boss lady say about our next mission?" I ask. "Please tell me it's in the Caribbean or somewhere just as peaceful." I whine. "Sorry babe, it's in Nevada." My lungs stop working. Nevada. No. I swore to myself I would never step foot back in that state. It still hurts too bad to think about. Being that close to them would kill me. "A group requested our help with some missing women. Apparently several women have been going missing in the past year and so far nothing has been found that can lead to any clues. It's like they just vanished into thin air. The group reached out through one of our past clients and requested our help. They are paying triple what we usually ask for because they're so desperate." She tells me all this, and I hear it, I swear I do, but all I can focus on is her saying Nevada. "What group is asking for our help?" I ask her, with my heart in my throat. "A motorcycle club. The Devil's Disciples." As soon as the words leave her mouth my breath heaves from my lungs and my throat closes up. This can't be happening. The world can't be so cruel. "Karma, are you ok?" Emery frantically asks me. "I'm fi...fine." I manage to choke out. "When do we head there?" "Tonight. We meet with them tomorrow night to get started. They requested to work the case with us, much to the boss lady's annoyment. But they hipured us they won't get in the way and understand we will be leading the case." She rolls her eyes at this. Our boss, who we call 'Boss Lady', saved my life and ever since then I've worked for her at 'The company'. Basic names I know, but it keeps everything anonymous. Especially when we kill people for a living. I can't decide not to work a case. I owe my boss my life. Plus, how selfish would it be for me to abandon innocent women in need of saving just because I'm reluctant to face my past? My boss found and saved me when I was in a similar situation six years ago. I'll swallow my pride and pull up my bad bimbo panties to get this job done and then I'll close out that page in my life for good. Doesn't mean I have to like it though. Terrible Nevada. It's not the state's fault, really. I know this. I still hate this place, though. It's the place where my dreams started to come true and it's the place where they inevitably crashed and burned...and then went through a meat grinder. Isn't it funny how life turns out? No, you're right. It's not funny. It's horrifying. I won't lie, a tiny part of me is anticipating seeing my boys again. No, not my boys. The boys. I'm just so angry at them and hurt. They hurt me. I know technically they were played too. They got a note along with a photoshopped picture of me and another man doing God knows what, telling them that I didn't want them and that I was running off with someone else. I know they only screwed Scarlet to get back at me because they were hurting too. It doesn't make watching them do it hurt any less though. The evil part of me wants to make them suffer a little. The sad and lonely part wants to get everything cleared up and be back in their arms like nothing ever happened. That part needs to jump off a cliff though. I'm not the same person I was then and I never will be. Too much has happened. Plus I know that if they ever found out the truth, they would hate themselves. They wouldn't be able to handle it. It's best to just leave the past where it is. No good can come from dredging up all that hurt and anguish. Our plane got in last night, and we stayed at a cheap motel where we both immediately phiped out. We've been on back-to-back missions lately, and all the traveling can be exhausting. Boss lady informed us that Emery and I will be staying at the guy's clubhouse during this mission so we don't run the risk of drawing too much attention by going back and forth between the club and a hotel in case the place is being watched. I don't know why they would be watching the club but we should find out more details later tonight. Emery is already at the club so she can get all her tech gear set up. I really should head over there but I'm being a coward right now. It's been seven years. That's a long time to be gone without a trace, only to pop up out of nowhere. I look at myself in the mirror and take stock of the differences between how the old me looked and how I look now. My blonde hair used to be a sun smooched shade, now it's mostly silver with black roots, and goes down my back to the top of my hip. I have an athletic build with feminine curves compared to my tiny frame from before. Instead of girly pink and modest attire with bows, I mostly wear black and leave little to the imagination. The part that's changed the most are my eyes. They used to be so happy and full of life. Now they're dead and haunted. Not to mention the scars. My body is riddled with them now. They won't see those though. I have tattoos covering the ones visible through clothing. The ones on my back I couldn't cover though. I tried, but the scar tissue made it too painful. I got a tattoo on my spine that looks as if a snake is weaving around it. I couldn't handle any more work done. My skin was too sensitive for any more. Too much damage to the nerve endings and you have to find a really good artist who can tattoo deep set scar tissue without it looking blown out and weird. Thinking about my tattoos makes me think about little Taylor and the odd drawings she used to make. I've always wondered if she ended up sticking with her love of art, and if she did what became of it. I shake my head of those thoughts and finish looking myself over to make sure I'm ready. My hair is in loose waves and I'm wearing my makeup as my armor. Full smokey eye with a bold winged liner and dark bold red lips. I'm wearing black distressed skinny jeans with a black lace corset top and a cropped leather jacket over top. Inside my jacket I have my blades and inside my knee high boots I have my two tactical guns. I'm never not prepared. I've spent enough time procrastinating. Let's get this thing over with. I need a vacation. I park my matte black MV Agusta F4CC bike once I make it inside the gate at the compound. We're estimating being on this job for a little while, so I had my baby shipped overnight. I pull my helmet off and the urge to put it right back on and drive away hits me so hard that my hands start sweating. I hate feeling weak and vulnerable. I collect myself and my emotions and firmly fix my emotionless mask on my face. There aren't too many people here tonight, so I'm hipuming there's no party going on. Good, that means they're taking this mission seriously. I climb the steps and manage not to reminisce on the memories of running down these steps into the guys arms when they would get back from road trips in the past. It's weird how this place used to feel so much like home, and now I'm practically a stranger walking into a new place. I hate this. I walk inside and see about fifteen people hanging out, drinking, and just enjoying themselves. I know Emery and the guys are in the room used for church, waiting on me. But I see someone sitting at the bar and can't help myself but to sit down next to them. "I was wondering when you were going to finally come by, doll." He tells me. "Yeah, well, would have been sooner if you told me about all the missing women before now." I snark back. "I knew you were busy living your life. I knew you would come when you were ready." He looks at me and I immediately drop my mask. "I'll never be ready, Snake. But I would have come and helped you. All you had to do was say so. You know that." I tell him sincerely. "I know, doll." He pauses as his eyes take in my features. "You look good." He tells me sincerely. I can see he's trying his best to hold in his emotions. I'm having the same issue since finally seeing him after all these years. "So do you, Snake." I reached out to Snake after my boss rescued me from inferno. I told him everything and he believed every word. He knew that letter and the photos were fake. How sad is that? He knew immediately, yet the three guys who said they were in love with me didn't for a second think it was anything other than real. He told me he looked for me, but I vanished without a trace, much like the current missing girls. It's not easy hunting a ghost. I kept in touch with Snake in secret over the years, I made him promise not to ever mention a word about any of it to the guys until I was ready to face them myself. No matter what the circumstances were, they replaced me with another woman too easily. They didn't even try to find me, not even to scream at me for abandoning them like they believed I did. They just moved on with their lives while I was stuck in inferno. I know Snake stepped down as President and let Axel take over, Jax became V.P, and Hendrix became the Enforcer. He slipped that information in one time during casual conversation and that was the last time I spoke to him. That was a year ago. He knew I didn't want to hear about them, it hurt too bad. "You ready, doll?" Snake asks as he gets up from his stool. "Not even a little. Lead the way." He nods his head and gives me a rehipuring smile but nothing he could do or say will make this any easier on me. I walk behind Snake as we head to church. He walks in first and I walk around him and go up to Emery with my back to the room. I make sure I show no outward emotions as I fix my mask back into place. I'm a new person. The old me died a long time ago. No matter who they used to be to me, I can't show weakness. Let's just solve this case so I can get out of here. "Gentlemen, this is Karma. She's never missed a target and has a 1oo% success rate in search and rescue for kidnapped and imprisoned victims." Emery announces to the room. I finally turn around and face my past. Snake has a big smirk on his face. Axel's eyes are bugging out of his head and his jaw is dropped. Jax looks like he's seen a ghost. And Hendrix...Hendrix looks ready to kill me. "Long time, no see." I say with a smirk on my face and a flippant tone that I don't feel in the least. Let them think what they want, they abandoned me long before I gave up on them. Axel pov "What are you doing here?" Immediately comes out of my mouth. This selfish bimbo shows up now? After seven years? I don't know what kind of cruel cosmic joke the devil is playing on me right now.	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2,703,483	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703466}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't ... they wouldn't do this to me. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. ———————— Dani pov "Are you excited about tonight, Dani girl?" Amanda, my pseudo aunt, asks as she helps me finish curling my long blonde hair. I look at her through the reflection in the mirror and she must see the happiness shining in my eyes because she pecks the top of my head. "Right, stupid question." "Excited isn't a big enough word to encomphip how I'm feeling right now. I'm just... God, I don't know, Mandy." I laugh at my lack of words and she squeezes my shoulders while smiling at me. "You're going to be an amazing Old Lady to those three boys of yours. This club has watched the four of you fall in love and we are all just as excited for it to be official now." I see tears shining in her eyes but she blinks them away before they can fall. "You, my sweet girl, deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know those boys will bend over backwards to make it happen. The circumstances that brought you into our lives weren't ideal, but this is where you were always meant to be." I've called the Devil's Disciples club home for eight years now, ever since my father abandoned me at a gas station when I was only ten years old, and told me I'm old enough to fend for myself. A lot of bad could have happened to me back then, but I was fortunate enough to be found by Snake, the club's president. He put me on the back of his bike and brought me to the club, giving me a family, and a real future in the process. Snake's son, Axel, and his two best friends, Jax and Hendrix, quickly became my everything. I got to grow up being a spoiled club princess with my three best friends. To absolutely no one's surprise, our platonic friendship changed into so much more the older we got. If I'm honest with myself, I've been in love with them since the moment we met. Snake was surprisingly happy for us, but he demanded we not take our relationship further until after I graduated school and turned eighteen. I won't lie, it's been frustrating keeping our hands to ourselves for two years, but tonight is finally the night we've been waiting for. Tonight Axel, Jax, and Hendrix are being officially patched in and I'm being named as their Old Lady. I graduated a month ago and my eighteenth birthday was last week. It's time. Hendrix, my big softy, wanted us to all wait to be intimate until after everything was officially recognized by the club. Something about 'The biker version of making an honest woman out of me.' Axel wanted to punch him in the face for being a schlong blocker, but eventually relented because, in his words, I'm worth the wait. "I'm going to head out, hun. I need to make sure everything is in order for tonight at the club." Mandy says, while grabbing her purse to leave. "The ceremony starts in about an hour, don't be late." She gives me a stern look, knowing I would be late to my own funeral if possible. "Trust me, tonight is the one night I'll definitely be on time for." I grin at her. She shakes her head in amusement. "We'll see. Taylor drew you a picture as a keepsake for tonight. When she gives it to you, act like it's the best artwork you've ever seen. She worked hard on it for her favorite person." "See you in a bit, Dani girl!" She waves bye and gets in her car. Once I see her headlights disappear, I go back inside and make sure everything is ready for after the ceremony tonight. Call me optimistic, but I bought a whole box of condoms. I also bought some scented candles and advil. I'm sure Hendrix made a gift basket with all the essentials, but I like to be prepared. It's not every day a girl loses her first time to the three loves of her life. I'm just finishing my mental checklist when my phone dings, letting me know the guys are active in the group chat. I can't help the bubble of laughter that escapes at their banter. Axel: Are u ready for tonight, Baby girl? Jax: Do u really have 2 ask? Our girl has been ready. If Hendrix wasn't such a clam jammer she would have jumped us weeks ago. Hendrix: Get out, Jax. Little one, you deserve for your first time to be special. Axel: It's ALL of our first time's, schlong. No matter what it will be special. Axel: So, who will be first, Baby girl? Jax: I nominate myself. Winky face emoji Hendrix: Of course u do. Eye roll emoji Hendrix: The choice is yours, little one. Don't feel pressured. Me: I love you guys. And I don't care who goes first. I'll leave that for you guys to decide, as long as it actually happens. Axel: I'm so hard right now. Jax: Same. Can we speed up the ceremony? Axel: I tried. Dad would angry if everything isn't done by the book. Hendrix: Heathens, both of you. Learn some patience. Hendrix: I love you too, Little one. Can't wait to see you in a bit. Axel: Go on with you! Hendrix.Love you too, Baby girl. Jax: Yeah, Go on with you! Hendrix. Also, I love you more, Love. Me: You guys are dorks. Finish getting ready for tonight b4 Snake gives you grunt work. I put my phone down and try to relax before it's time to leave for the clubhouse. I only live five minutes away, but it feels like a million with how antsy I am right now. The house I currently live in used to belong to Amanda and Scoot, but they gave it to me my senior year of highschool after they built their new house on the club's property. Before here, I stayed at the clubhouse in one of the rooms, but I like my solitude. Don't get me wrong, I love the club, but I like being able to walk downstairs in the middle of the night for a glhip of water without having to see some club bunny getting railed on the table where I eat breakfast by someone I consider family. The members of the club are family to me, but it doesn't mean I want to see their schlongs out. That's just nasty. Since the guys and I are becoming official tonight, they will be moving in here with me this weekend. Jax even took the liberty of buying a monster of a bed for all of us to sleep on. My house is finally becoming an actual home. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear a loud knock on my door. I can't keep the smile off my face as I go to answer, knowing Axel wouldn't be able to stay away for long. "Hendrix will kick your bu–" I open the door and my words die on my tongue when I see who it is. "Dani, You look good. Just like your momma did before she got knocked up with you." My father says, with a toothy grin on his sallow face. He looks worse than he did eight years ago when he left me at the gas station. He's scrawny, with rotted out teeth, and a sweaty complexion. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I croak out, hating how weak I sound even to my own ears. "Dani, Dani, Dani."He shakes his head in disappointment. "That's no way to greet your daddy. You didn't think I would forget about you did you? I've gotten myself into some trouble, girl, and only you can help me out." He tells me with a nasty gleam in his eyes. Bile is making its way up my throat now. I should have known he would never truly be done with me. "If you try anything, anything at all to hurt me, the entire Devil's Disciples club will come for you. They'll know it was you." I tell him with as much courage as my terrified voice will allow. He just laughs cruelly at me. I try to slam the door in his face but his boot stops me. Before I get a chance to turn and run he stabs me with something. He pulls back his hand and I see a syringe. Before my next thought is complete my world turns black. I wake with a jolt as my consciousness slowly comes back. Looking around I see that I'm tied up in the back of a van and my father is here with me, staring at me with dead eyes. Eyes he's always had when he looks at me. "You're finally awake." He says casually, like we're talking about the weather. I don't respond. What would I even say? It doesn't matter though. My guys will come looking for me and this will all be over. I just need to be patient. "I see those wheels turning in your head, girl. No one is coming for you." He has a wide smile on his face as he says this. "You're wrong. Axel, Jax, and Hendrix will always come for me. When they do, they will kill you!" I scream at him. "Not after they found your note, explaining that the biker life isn't for you and a photo of you and that friend of yours in a compromising position." "What note? What friend? What are you talking about?" None of what he's saying makes sense. "That friend of yours from school, Brent. According to the note and a photo a friend of mine edited, you and Brent fell in love and you decided to run off together." "Brent is gay and I would never cheat on them! They know I wouldn't. They'll see right through it and come for me." I know it down to my bones. "Well Brent disappeared last night too, after I put a magazine in his head and buried him in the desert. So it's all very convincing, what with you both disappearing at the same time and all." He laughs like any of what he just said is funny. "No. No, no, no! He's not dead! Please. You're lying. Brent is innocent." The last part is barely a whisper as my emotions clog my throat. Brent is a good person. This is my fault. If he was never my friend he wouldn't have been caught up in this mess. "I wasn't sure if I could pull this off. I've been watching you for some time and I figured those boys of yours would hunt you down for some answers at least. Imagine my surprise when my friend sent me a video of all three of them banging one of them club whores not long after leaving your place. They sure didn't wait long to replace you. Must not have been that special to them after all, huh, Dani girl?" He smirks at me. I want to rip that smirk off his stupid face. "Now I know you're lying. I won't fall for your tricks, I know them better than anyone, and they wouldn't ever touch a club girl, no matter how upset they were at me." He pulls out his phone and puts it in front of my face. "Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't... they wouldn't do this to me. "Ah now you're getting it." He puts his phone back into his pocket and grabs my chin roughly. "Ya know, I never wanted a kid, let alone a daughter. Women are useless. It wasn't until recently that I realized you can actually be of some value to me after all. I owe someone a lot of money, and unfortunately I wasn't able to pay them back. I did have you though. It took some time to track you down but imagine my surprise when I found you living with a biker club. I had to get creative to finally get you away from those boys of yours, but after some help I figured it out. The guy you're going to isn't very nice but if you play your cards right you should be fine." I say nothing. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate the guys for banging Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. I had everything. I had a family, three amazing boyfriends, and a bright future. I had it all. Now, now I have nothing. I can feel what little hope I had left leave my soul as my mind replays that video in my head on repeat. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. "We've got a long drive and I don't feel like listening to you whine." I realize I'm crying when he says this. He pulls out another syringe and stabs me in the arm with it. I don't even try to fight him. Later on when I wake up, chained to a basement floor with several other girls, I realize...I was a stupid, foolish, naive little girl and life can always get worse. 7 years later The base runs through me, syncing with my heart. My body sways in time with the beat as I lift my arms up and embrace the feeling of freedom. I'll never take it for granted again. My black rooted, silver hair is up in a faux hawk to keep it from sticking to my neck. My dark winged brown eyes open as a pair of hands grab ahold of my hips and the person behind me grinds into my hip. Thick fingers trail up by undressed stomach and grope my leather bralette covered breasts. I don't even need to turn around to know who is behind me. So predictable. Kyle Sandcliff, 32, trust fund baby, and overall waste of human life. I grab his hand from my chest and pull him along with me to the unlocked 'Employees only' break room. Once we're both in the room, I close and lock the door before turning around to face him. He doesn't waste any time as he pins me to the door and shoves his tongue down my throat. I give as good as I get before I bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Baby. You're a feisty one." He says, before he immediately undoes his pants and pulls his tiny schlong out. "Get on your knees and suck me, baby. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you with my fat schlong in your private part." Wow, what he lacks in size, he makes up for in confidence. I get on my knees and lick the head of his schlong. This guy doesn't wash his balls very well. It smells like rank hip. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. So I take one for the team and shove his entire schlong in my mouth. The smell makes me gag and dipshit thinks it's because of his size. Typical. "That's it baby, choke on my schlong." He grunts. God, please stop talking. I need to end this before I actually throw up. I grab my dagger from my boot and slowly bring it to his thigh while his eyes are closed. His schlong starts to swell so I pull him from my mouth. "What, I was almost there!" He yells, as he looks down. As soon as his eyes lock on mine I shove my blade deep in his femoral artery and drag it down, effectively slicing it open. He screams but the music drowns him out. His voice dies down as he bleeds out. I look him deep in his fading eyes. "My name is Karma, and this is for the force woman to intercourse with him and murder of Veronica Douglhip." Once his black soul finally leaves his body, and goes to inferno where it belongs, I wipe my blade on his Oxford shirt and pull my cell from my pocket. "Emery, package pickup confirmed." I tell my partner. "Received." Is all she says before the call is disconnected. I stroll out of the crowded Miami club, and walk two blocks where I destroy and toss the burner cell. I walk another two blocks and Emery is there to pick me up. I get in the black 1967 Shelby Mustang and we take off for the private air strip where I finally get to brush my teeth and use half a bottle of mouthwash after we load the jet. I come out of the small bathroom to Emery's smirking face. "Shut up, bimbo." But she just bursts out laughing. "I don't know why you insist on going so far with your marks before you kill them. You know, you wouldn't have to deal with cheese balls if you did what I do and just kill them as soon as you get them alone instead of playing with them." She repeats the same thing she says to me every time I do a job. I just roll my eyes and sit down. "I enjoy edging them before I end their lives. Imagine using a vibrator and right before you come the batteries die." She winces at this. "Yeah that is terrible. I hate when that happens." She tells me. "Exactly. For them, instead of batteries dying, it's them dying. It's very cathartic for me." I tell her with a shrug. "You're psychotic, but I love you all the more for it." She grins at me and I just wink at her. I don't get close to people. Not since seven years ago when my life irrevocably changed. Don't get me wrong, I would absolutely take a magazine for Emery, and she's like family to me. But I will never allow myself to be vulnerable with someone else. She knows this, she even understands this. We got plastered one night and I spilled my guts about the boys who shattered my heart when I was abducted. So she knows why I keep a distance. She hates it, but she learned not to push me too much a while ago. That's why I requested to have Emery as my partner. She doesn't pry. "What does the boss lady say about our next mission?" I ask. "Please tell me it's in the Caribbean or somewhere just as peaceful." I whine. "Sorry babe, it's in Nevada." My lungs stop working. Nevada. No. I swore to myself I would never step foot back in that state. It still hurts too bad to think about. Being that close to them would kill me. "A group requested our help with some missing women. Apparently several women have been going missing in the past year and so far nothing has been found that can lead to any clues. It's like they just vanished into thin air. The group reached out through one of our past clients and requested our help. They are paying triple what we usually ask for because they're so desperate." She tells me all this, and I hear it, I swear I do, but all I can focus on is her saying Nevada. "What group is asking for our help?" I ask her, with my heart in my throat. "A motorcycle club. The Devil's Disciples." As soon as the words leave her mouth my breath heaves from my lungs and my throat closes up. This can't be happening. The world can't be so cruel. "Karma, are you ok?" Emery frantically asks me. "I'm fi...fine." I manage to choke out. "When do we head there?" "Tonight. We meet with them tomorrow night to get started. They requested to work the case with us, much to the boss lady's annoyment. But they hipured us they won't get in the way and understand we will be leading the case." She rolls her eyes at this. Our boss, who we call 'Boss Lady', saved my life and ever since then I've worked for her at 'The company'. Basic names I know, but it keeps everything anonymous. Especially when we kill people for a living. I can't decide not to work a case. I owe my boss my life. Plus, how selfish would it be for me to abandon innocent women in need of saving just because I'm reluctant to face my past? My boss found and saved me when I was in a similar situation six years ago. I'll swallow my pride and pull up my bad bimbo panties to get this job done and then I'll close out that page in my life for good. Doesn't mean I have to like it though. Terrible Nevada. It's not the state's fault, really. I know this. I still hate this place, though. It's the place where my dreams started to come true and it's the place where they inevitably crashed and burned...and then went through a meat grinder. Isn't it funny how life turns out? No, you're right. It's not funny. It's horrifying. I won't lie, a tiny part of me is anticipating seeing my boys again. No, not my boys. The boys. I'm just so angry at them and hurt. They hurt me. I know technically they were played too. They got a note along with a photoshopped picture of me and another man doing God knows what, telling them that I didn't want them and that I was running off with someone else. I know they only screwed Scarlet to get back at me because they were hurting too. It doesn't make watching them do it hurt any less though. The evil part of me wants to make them suffer a little. The sad and lonely part wants to get everything cleared up and be back in their arms like nothing ever happened. That part needs to jump off a cliff though. I'm not the same person I was then and I never will be. Too much has happened. Plus I know that if they ever found out the truth, they would hate themselves. They wouldn't be able to handle it. It's best to just leave the past where it is. No good can come from dredging up all that hurt and anguish. Our plane got in last night, and we stayed at a cheap motel where we both immediately phiped out. We've been on back-to-back missions lately, and all the traveling can be exhausting. Boss lady informed us that Emery and I will be staying at the guy's clubhouse during this mission so we don't run the risk of drawing too much attention by going back and forth between the club and a hotel in case the place is being watched. I don't know why they would be watching the club but we should find out more details later tonight. Emery is already at the club so she can get all her tech gear set up. I really should head over there but I'm being a coward right now. It's been seven years. That's a long time to be gone without a trace, only to pop up out of nowhere. I look at myself in the mirror and take stock of the differences between how the old me looked and how I look now. My blonde hair used to be a sun smooched shade, now it's mostly silver with black roots, and goes down my back to the top of my hip. I have an athletic build with feminine curves compared to my tiny frame from before. Instead of girly pink and modest attire with bows, I mostly wear black and leave little to the imagination. The part that's changed the most are my eyes. They used to be so happy and full of life. Now they're dead and haunted. Not to mention the scars. My body is riddled with them now. They won't see those though. I have tattoos covering the ones visible through clothing. The ones on my back I couldn't cover though. I tried, but the scar tissue made it too painful. I got a tattoo on my spine that looks as if a snake is weaving around it. I couldn't handle any more work done. My skin was too sensitive for any more. Too much damage to the nerve endings and you have to find a really good artist who can tattoo deep set scar tissue without it looking blown out and weird. Thinking about my tattoos makes me think about little Taylor and the odd drawings she used to make. I've always wondered if she ended up sticking with her love of art, and if she did what became of it. I shake my head of those thoughts and finish looking myself over to make sure I'm ready. My hair is in loose waves and I'm wearing my makeup as my armor. Full smokey eye with a bold winged liner and dark bold red lips. I'm wearing black distressed skinny jeans with a black lace corset top and a cropped leather jacket over top. Inside my jacket I have my blades and inside my knee high boots I have my two tactical guns. I'm never not prepared. I've spent enough time procrastinating. Let's get this thing over with. I need a vacation. I park my matte black MV Agusta F4CC bike once I make it inside the gate at the compound. We're estimating being on this job for a little while, so I had my baby shipped overnight. I pull my helmet off and the urge to put it right back on and drive away hits me so hard that my hands start sweating. I hate feeling weak and vulnerable. I collect myself and my emotions and firmly fix my emotionless mask on my face. There aren't too many people here tonight, so I'm hipuming there's no party going on. Good, that means they're taking this mission seriously. I climb the steps and manage not to reminisce on the memories of running down these steps into the guys arms when they would get back from road trips in the past. It's weird how this place used to feel so much like home, and now I'm practically a stranger walking into a new place. I hate this. I walk inside and see about fifteen people hanging out, drinking, and just enjoying themselves. I know Emery and the guys are in the room used for church, waiting on me. But I see someone sitting at the bar and can't help myself but to sit down next to them. "I was wondering when you were going to finally come by, doll." He tells me. "Yeah, well, would have been sooner if you told me about all the missing women before now." I snark back. "I knew you were busy living your life. I knew you would come when you were ready." He looks at me and I immediately drop my mask. "I'll never be ready, Snake. But I would have come and helped you. All you had to do was say so. You know that." I tell him sincerely. "I know, doll." He pauses as his eyes take in my features. "You look good." He tells me sincerely. I can see he's trying his best to hold in his emotions. I'm having the same issue since finally seeing him after all these years. "So do you, Snake." I reached out to Snake after my boss rescued me from inferno. I told him everything and he believed every word. He knew that letter and the photos were fake. How sad is that? He knew immediately, yet the three guys who said they were in love with me didn't for a second think it was anything other than real. He told me he looked for me, but I vanished without a trace, much like the current missing girls. It's not easy hunting a ghost. I kept in touch with Snake in secret over the years, I made him promise not to ever mention a word about any of it to the guys until I was ready to face them myself. No matter what the circumstances were, they replaced me with another woman too easily. They didn't even try to find me, not even to scream at me for abandoning them like they believed I did. They just moved on with their lives while I was stuck in inferno. I know Snake stepped down as President and let Axel take over, Jax became V.P, and Hendrix became the Enforcer. He slipped that information in one time during casual conversation and that was the last time I spoke to him. That was a year ago. He knew I didn't want to hear about them, it hurt too bad. "You ready, doll?" Snake asks as he gets up from his stool. "Not even a little. Lead the way." He nods his head and gives me a rehipuring smile but nothing he could do or say will make this any easier on me. I walk behind Snake as we head to church. He walks in first and I walk around him and go up to Emery with my back to the room. I make sure I show no outward emotions as I fix my mask back into place. I'm a new person. The old me died a long time ago. No matter who they used to be to me, I can't show weakness. Let's just solve this case so I can get out of here. "Gentlemen, this is Karma. She's never missed a target and has a 1oo% success rate in search and rescue for kidnapped and imprisoned victims." Emery announces to the room. I finally turn around and face my past. Snake has a big smirk on his face. Axel's eyes are bugging out of his head and his jaw is dropped. Jax looks like he's seen a ghost. And Hendrix...Hendrix looks ready to kill me. "Long time, no see." I say with a smirk on my face and a flippant tone that I don't feel in the least. Let them think what they want, they abandoned me long before I gave up on them. Axel pov "What are you doing here?" Immediately comes out of my mouth. This selfish bimbo shows up now? After seven years? I don't know what kind of cruel cosmic joke the devil is playing on me right now.	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2,703,521	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703466}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't ... they wouldn't do this to me. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. ———————— Dani pov "Are you excited about tonight, Dani girl?" Amanda, my pseudo aunt, asks as she helps me finish curling my long blonde hair. I look at her through the reflection in the mirror and she must see the happiness shining in my eyes because she pecks the top of my head. "Right, stupid question." "Excited isn't a big enough word to encomphip how I'm feeling right now. I'm just... God, I don't know, Mandy." I laugh at my lack of words and she squeezes my shoulders while smiling at me. "You're going to be an amazing Old Lady to those three boys of yours. This club has watched the four of you fall in love and we are all just as excited for it to be official now." I see tears shining in her eyes but she blinks them away before they can fall. "You, my sweet girl, deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know those boys will bend over backwards to make it happen. The circumstances that brought you into our lives weren't ideal, but this is where you were always meant to be." I've called the Devil's Disciples club home for eight years now, ever since my father abandoned me at a gas station when I was only ten years old, and told me I'm old enough to fend for myself. A lot of bad could have happened to me back then, but I was fortunate enough to be found by Snake, the club's president. He put me on the back of his bike and brought me to the club, giving me a family, and a real future in the process. Snake's son, Axel, and his two best friends, Jax and Hendrix, quickly became my everything. I got to grow up being a spoiled club princess with my three best friends. To absolutely no one's surprise, our platonic friendship changed into so much more the older we got. If I'm honest with myself, I've been in love with them since the moment we met. Snake was surprisingly happy for us, but he demanded we not take our relationship further until after I graduated school and turned eighteen. I won't lie, it's been frustrating keeping our hands to ourselves for two years, but tonight is finally the night we've been waiting for. Tonight Axel, Jax, and Hendrix are being officially patched in and I'm being named as their Old Lady. I graduated a month ago and my eighteenth birthday was last week. It's time. Hendrix, my big softy, wanted us to all wait to be intimate until after everything was officially recognized by the club. Something about 'The biker version of making an honest woman out of me.' Axel wanted to punch him in the face for being a schlong blocker, but eventually relented because, in his words, I'm worth the wait. "I'm going to head out, hun. I need to make sure everything is in order for tonight at the club." Mandy says, while grabbing her purse to leave. "The ceremony starts in about an hour, don't be late." She gives me a stern look, knowing I would be late to my own funeral if possible. "Trust me, tonight is the one night I'll definitely be on time for." I grin at her. She shakes her head in amusement. "We'll see. Taylor drew you a picture as a keepsake for tonight. When she gives it to you, act like it's the best artwork you've ever seen. She worked hard on it for her favorite person." "See you in a bit, Dani girl!" She waves bye and gets in her car. Once I see her headlights disappear, I go back inside and make sure everything is ready for after the ceremony tonight. Call me optimistic, but I bought a whole box of condoms. I also bought some scented candles and advil. I'm sure Hendrix made a gift basket with all the essentials, but I like to be prepared. It's not every day a girl loses her first time to the three loves of her life. I'm just finishing my mental checklist when my phone dings, letting me know the guys are active in the group chat. I can't help the bubble of laughter that escapes at their banter. Axel: Are u ready for tonight, Baby girl? Jax: Do u really have 2 ask? Our girl has been ready. If Hendrix wasn't such a clam jammer she would have jumped us weeks ago. Hendrix: Get out, Jax. Little one, you deserve for your first time to be special. Axel: It's ALL of our first time's, schlong. No matter what it will be special. Axel: So, who will be first, Baby girl? Jax: I nominate myself. Winky face emoji Hendrix: Of course u do. Eye roll emoji Hendrix: The choice is yours, little one. Don't feel pressured. Me: I love you guys. And I don't care who goes first. I'll leave that for you guys to decide, as long as it actually happens. Axel: I'm so hard right now. Jax: Same. Can we speed up the ceremony? Axel: I tried. Dad would angry if everything isn't done by the book. Hendrix: Heathens, both of you. Learn some patience. Hendrix: I love you too, Little one. Can't wait to see you in a bit. Axel: Go on with you! Hendrix.Love you too, Baby girl. Jax: Yeah, Go on with you! Hendrix. Also, I love you more, Love. Me: You guys are dorks. Finish getting ready for tonight b4 Snake gives you grunt work. I put my phone down and try to relax before it's time to leave for the clubhouse. I only live five minutes away, but it feels like a million with how antsy I am right now. The house I currently live in used to belong to Amanda and Scoot, but they gave it to me my senior year of highschool after they built their new house on the club's property. Before here, I stayed at the clubhouse in one of the rooms, but I like my solitude. Don't get me wrong, I love the club, but I like being able to walk downstairs in the middle of the night for a glhip of water without having to see some club bunny getting railed on the table where I eat breakfast by someone I consider family. The members of the club are family to me, but it doesn't mean I want to see their schlongs out. That's just nasty. Since the guys and I are becoming official tonight, they will be moving in here with me this weekend. Jax even took the liberty of buying a monster of a bed for all of us to sleep on. My house is finally becoming an actual home. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear a loud knock on my door. I can't keep the smile off my face as I go to answer, knowing Axel wouldn't be able to stay away for long. "Hendrix will kick your bu–" I open the door and my words die on my tongue when I see who it is. "Dani, You look good. Just like your momma did before she got knocked up with you." My father says, with a toothy grin on his sallow face. He looks worse than he did eight years ago when he left me at the gas station. He's scrawny, with rotted out teeth, and a sweaty complexion. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I croak out, hating how weak I sound even to my own ears. "Dani, Dani, Dani."He shakes his head in disappointment. "That's no way to greet your daddy. You didn't think I would forget about you did you? I've gotten myself into some trouble, girl, and only you can help me out." He tells me with a nasty gleam in his eyes. Bile is making its way up my throat now. I should have known he would never truly be done with me. "If you try anything, anything at all to hurt me, the entire Devil's Disciples club will come for you. They'll know it was you." I tell him with as much courage as my terrified voice will allow. He just laughs cruelly at me. I try to slam the door in his face but his boot stops me. Before I get a chance to turn and run he stabs me with something. He pulls back his hand and I see a syringe. Before my next thought is complete my world turns black. I wake with a jolt as my consciousness slowly comes back. Looking around I see that I'm tied up in the back of a van and my father is here with me, staring at me with dead eyes. Eyes he's always had when he looks at me. "You're finally awake." He says casually, like we're talking about the weather. I don't respond. What would I even say? It doesn't matter though. My guys will come looking for me and this will all be over. I just need to be patient. "I see those wheels turning in your head, girl. No one is coming for you." He has a wide smile on his face as he says this. "You're wrong. Axel, Jax, and Hendrix will always come for me. When they do, they will kill you!" I scream at him. "Not after they found your note, explaining that the biker life isn't for you and a photo of you and that friend of yours in a compromising position." "What note? What friend? What are you talking about?" None of what he's saying makes sense. "That friend of yours from school, Brent. According to the note and a photo a friend of mine edited, you and Brent fell in love and you decided to run off together." "Brent is gay and I would never cheat on them! They know I wouldn't. They'll see right through it and come for me." I know it down to my bones. "Well Brent disappeared last night too, after I put a magazine in his head and buried him in the desert. So it's all very convincing, what with you both disappearing at the same time and all." He laughs like any of what he just said is funny. "No. No, no, no! He's not dead! Please. You're lying. Brent is innocent." The last part is barely a whisper as my emotions clog my throat. Brent is a good person. This is my fault. If he was never my friend he wouldn't have been caught up in this mess. "I wasn't sure if I could pull this off. I've been watching you for some time and I figured those boys of yours would hunt you down for some answers at least. Imagine my surprise when my friend sent me a video of all three of them banging one of them club whores not long after leaving your place. They sure didn't wait long to replace you. Must not have been that special to them after all, huh, Dani girl?" He smirks at me. I want to rip that smirk off his stupid face. "Now I know you're lying. I won't fall for your tricks, I know them better than anyone, and they wouldn't ever touch a club girl, no matter how upset they were at me." He pulls out his phone and puts it in front of my face. "Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't... they wouldn't do this to me. "Ah now you're getting it." He puts his phone back into his pocket and grabs my chin roughly. "Ya know, I never wanted a kid, let alone a daughter. Women are useless. It wasn't until recently that I realized you can actually be of some value to me after all. I owe someone a lot of money, and unfortunately I wasn't able to pay them back. I did have you though. It took some time to track you down but imagine my surprise when I found you living with a biker club. I had to get creative to finally get you away from those boys of yours, but after some help I figured it out. The guy you're going to isn't very nice but if you play your cards right you should be fine." I say nothing. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate the guys for banging Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. I had everything. I had a family, three amazing boyfriends, and a bright future. I had it all. Now, now I have nothing. I can feel what little hope I had left leave my soul as my mind replays that video in my head on repeat. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. "We've got a long drive and I don't feel like listening to you whine." I realize I'm crying when he says this. He pulls out another syringe and stabs me in the arm with it. I don't even try to fight him. Later on when I wake up, chained to a basement floor with several other girls, I realize...I was a stupid, foolish, naive little girl and life can always get worse. 7 years later The base runs through me, syncing with my heart. My body sways in time with the beat as I lift my arms up and embrace the feeling of freedom. I'll never take it for granted again. My black rooted, silver hair is up in a faux hawk to keep it from sticking to my neck. My dark winged brown eyes open as a pair of hands grab ahold of my hips and the person behind me grinds into my hip. Thick fingers trail up by undressed stomach and grope my leather bralette covered breasts. I don't even need to turn around to know who is behind me. So predictable. Kyle Sandcliff, 32, trust fund baby, and overall waste of human life. I grab his hand from my chest and pull him along with me to the unlocked 'Employees only' break room. Once we're both in the room, I close and lock the door before turning around to face him. He doesn't waste any time as he pins me to the door and shoves his tongue down my throat. I give as good as I get before I bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Baby. You're a feisty one." He says, before he immediately undoes his pants and pulls his tiny schlong out. "Get on your knees and suck me, baby. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you with my fat schlong in your private part." Wow, what he lacks in size, he makes up for in confidence. I get on my knees and lick the head of his schlong. This guy doesn't wash his balls very well. It smells like rank hip. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. So I take one for the team and shove his entire schlong in my mouth. The smell makes me gag and dipshit thinks it's because of his size. Typical. "That's it baby, choke on my schlong." He grunts. God, please stop talking. I need to end this before I actually throw up. I grab my dagger from my boot and slowly bring it to his thigh while his eyes are closed. His schlong starts to swell so I pull him from my mouth. "What, I was almost there!" He yells, as he looks down. As soon as his eyes lock on mine I shove my blade deep in his femoral artery and drag it down, effectively slicing it open. He screams but the music drowns him out. His voice dies down as he bleeds out. I look him deep in his fading eyes. "My name is Karma, and this is for the force woman to intercourse with him and murder of Veronica Douglhip." Once his black soul finally leaves his body, and goes to inferno where it belongs, I wipe my blade on his Oxford shirt and pull my cell from my pocket. "Emery, package pickup confirmed." I tell my partner. "Received." Is all she says before the call is disconnected. I stroll out of the crowded Miami club, and walk two blocks where I destroy and toss the burner cell. I walk another two blocks and Emery is there to pick me up. I get in the black 1967 Shelby Mustang and we take off for the private air strip where I finally get to brush my teeth and use half a bottle of mouthwash after we load the jet. I come out of the small bathroom to Emery's smirking face. "Shut up, bimbo." But she just bursts out laughing. "I don't know why you insist on going so far with your marks before you kill them. You know, you wouldn't have to deal with cheese balls if you did what I do and just kill them as soon as you get them alone instead of playing with them." She repeats the same thing she says to me every time I do a job. I just roll my eyes and sit down. "I enjoy edging them before I end their lives. Imagine using a vibrator and right before you come the batteries die." She winces at this. "Yeah that is terrible. I hate when that happens." She tells me. "Exactly. For them, instead of batteries dying, it's them dying. It's very cathartic for me." I tell her with a shrug. "You're psychotic, but I love you all the more for it." She grins at me and I just wink at her. I don't get close to people. Not since seven years ago when my life irrevocably changed. Don't get me wrong, I would absolutely take a magazine for Emery, and she's like family to me. But I will never allow myself to be vulnerable with someone else. She knows this, she even understands this. We got plastered one night and I spilled my guts about the boys who shattered my heart when I was abducted. So she knows why I keep a distance. She hates it, but she learned not to push me too much a while ago. That's why I requested to have Emery as my partner. She doesn't pry. "What does the boss lady say about our next mission?" I ask. "Please tell me it's in the Caribbean or somewhere just as peaceful." I whine. "Sorry babe, it's in Nevada." My lungs stop working. Nevada. No. I swore to myself I would never step foot back in that state. It still hurts too bad to think about. Being that close to them would kill me. "A group requested our help with some missing women. Apparently several women have been going missing in the past year and so far nothing has been found that can lead to any clues. It's like they just vanished into thin air. The group reached out through one of our past clients and requested our help. They are paying triple what we usually ask for because they're so desperate." She tells me all this, and I hear it, I swear I do, but all I can focus on is her saying Nevada. "What group is asking for our help?" I ask her, with my heart in my throat. "A motorcycle club. The Devil's Disciples." As soon as the words leave her mouth my breath heaves from my lungs and my throat closes up. This can't be happening. The world can't be so cruel. "Karma, are you ok?" Emery frantically asks me. "I'm fi...fine." I manage to choke out. "When do we head there?" "Tonight. We meet with them tomorrow night to get started. They requested to work the case with us, much to the boss lady's annoyment. But they hipured us they won't get in the way and understand we will be leading the case." She rolls her eyes at this. Our boss, who we call 'Boss Lady', saved my life and ever since then I've worked for her at 'The company'. Basic names I know, but it keeps everything anonymous. Especially when we kill people for a living. I can't decide not to work a case. I owe my boss my life. Plus, how selfish would it be for me to abandon innocent women in need of saving just because I'm reluctant to face my past? My boss found and saved me when I was in a similar situation six years ago. I'll swallow my pride and pull up my bad bimbo panties to get this job done and then I'll close out that page in my life for good. Doesn't mean I have to like it though. Terrible Nevada. It's not the state's fault, really. I know this. I still hate this place, though. It's the place where my dreams started to come true and it's the place where they inevitably crashed and burned...and then went through a meat grinder. Isn't it funny how life turns out? No, you're right. It's not funny. It's horrifying. I won't lie, a tiny part of me is anticipating seeing my boys again. No, not my boys. The boys. I'm just so angry at them and hurt. They hurt me. I know technically they were played too. They got a note along with a photoshopped picture of me and another man doing God knows what, telling them that I didn't want them and that I was running off with someone else. I know they only screwed Scarlet to get back at me because they were hurting too. It doesn't make watching them do it hurt any less though. The evil part of me wants to make them suffer a little. The sad and lonely part wants to get everything cleared up and be back in their arms like nothing ever happened. That part needs to jump off a cliff though. I'm not the same person I was then and I never will be. Too much has happened. Plus I know that if they ever found out the truth, they would hate themselves. They wouldn't be able to handle it. It's best to just leave the past where it is. No good can come from dredging up all that hurt and anguish. Our plane got in last night, and we stayed at a cheap motel where we both immediately phiped out. We've been on back-to-back missions lately, and all the traveling can be exhausting. Boss lady informed us that Emery and I will be staying at the guy's clubhouse during this mission so we don't run the risk of drawing too much attention by going back and forth between the club and a hotel in case the place is being watched. I don't know why they would be watching the club but we should find out more details later tonight. Emery is already at the club so she can get all her tech gear set up. I really should head over there but I'm being a coward right now. It's been seven years. That's a long time to be gone without a trace, only to pop up out of nowhere. I look at myself in the mirror and take stock of the differences between how the old me looked and how I look now. My blonde hair used to be a sun smooched shade, now it's mostly silver with black roots, and goes down my back to the top of my hip. I have an athletic build with feminine curves compared to my tiny frame from before. Instead of girly pink and modest attire with bows, I mostly wear black and leave little to the imagination. The part that's changed the most are my eyes. They used to be so happy and full of life. Now they're dead and haunted. Not to mention the scars. My body is riddled with them now. They won't see those though. I have tattoos covering the ones visible through clothing. The ones on my back I couldn't cover though. I tried, but the scar tissue made it too painful. I got a tattoo on my spine that looks as if a snake is weaving around it. I couldn't handle any more work done. My skin was too sensitive for any more. Too much damage to the nerve endings and you have to find a really good artist who can tattoo deep set scar tissue without it looking blown out and weird. Thinking about my tattoos makes me think about little Taylor and the odd drawings she used to make. I've always wondered if she ended up sticking with her love of art, and if she did what became of it. I shake my head of those thoughts and finish looking myself over to make sure I'm ready. My hair is in loose waves and I'm wearing my makeup as my armor. Full smokey eye with a bold winged liner and dark bold red lips. I'm wearing black distressed skinny jeans with a black lace corset top and a cropped leather jacket over top. Inside my jacket I have my blades and inside my knee high boots I have my two tactical guns. I'm never not prepared. I've spent enough time procrastinating. Let's get this thing over with. I need a vacation. I park my matte black MV Agusta F4CC bike once I make it inside the gate at the compound. We're estimating being on this job for a little while, so I had my baby shipped overnight. I pull my helmet off and the urge to put it right back on and drive away hits me so hard that my hands start sweating. I hate feeling weak and vulnerable. I collect myself and my emotions and firmly fix my emotionless mask on my face. There aren't too many people here tonight, so I'm hipuming there's no party going on. Good, that means they're taking this mission seriously. I climb the steps and manage not to reminisce on the memories of running down these steps into the guys arms when they would get back from road trips in the past. It's weird how this place used to feel so much like home, and now I'm practically a stranger walking into a new place. I hate this. I walk inside and see about fifteen people hanging out, drinking, and just enjoying themselves. I know Emery and the guys are in the room used for church, waiting on me. But I see someone sitting at the bar and can't help myself but to sit down next to them. "I was wondering when you were going to finally come by, doll." He tells me. "Yeah, well, would have been sooner if you told me about all the missing women before now." I snark back. "I knew you were busy living your life. I knew you would come when you were ready." He looks at me and I immediately drop my mask. "I'll never be ready, Snake. But I would have come and helped you. All you had to do was say so. You know that." I tell him sincerely. "I know, doll." He pauses as his eyes take in my features. "You look good." He tells me sincerely. I can see he's trying his best to hold in his emotions. I'm having the same issue since finally seeing him after all these years. "So do you, Snake." I reached out to Snake after my boss rescued me from inferno. I told him everything and he believed every word. He knew that letter and the photos were fake. How sad is that? He knew immediately, yet the three guys who said they were in love with me didn't for a second think it was anything other than real. He told me he looked for me, but I vanished without a trace, much like the current missing girls. It's not easy hunting a ghost. I kept in touch with Snake in secret over the years, I made him promise not to ever mention a word about any of it to the guys until I was ready to face them myself. No matter what the circumstances were, they replaced me with another woman too easily. They didn't even try to find me, not even to scream at me for abandoning them like they believed I did. They just moved on with their lives while I was stuck in inferno. I know Snake stepped down as President and let Axel take over, Jax became V.P, and Hendrix became the Enforcer. He slipped that information in one time during casual conversation and that was the last time I spoke to him. That was a year ago. He knew I didn't want to hear about them, it hurt too bad. "You ready, doll?" Snake asks as he gets up from his stool. "Not even a little. Lead the way." He nods his head and gives me a rehipuring smile but nothing he could do or say will make this any easier on me. I walk behind Snake as we head to church. He walks in first and I walk around him and go up to Emery with my back to the room. I make sure I show no outward emotions as I fix my mask back into place. I'm a new person. The old me died a long time ago. No matter who they used to be to me, I can't show weakness. Let's just solve this case so I can get out of here. "Gentlemen, this is Karma. She's never missed a target and has a 1oo% success rate in search and rescue for kidnapped and imprisoned victims." Emery announces to the room. I finally turn around and face my past. Snake has a big smirk on his face. Axel's eyes are bugging out of his head and his jaw is dropped. Jax looks like he's seen a ghost. And Hendrix...Hendrix looks ready to kill me. "Long time, no see." I say with a smirk on my face and a flippant tone that I don't feel in the least. Let them think what they want, they abandoned me long before I gave up on them. Axel pov "What are you doing here?" Immediately comes out of my mouth. This selfish bimbo shows up now? After seven years? I don't know what kind of cruel cosmic joke the devil is playing on me right now.	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2,703,528	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703464}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? "Harder, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your manhood in her bed on her favorite duvet." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. Now her best friend was having intercourse with her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed. ___________ Walking into her condo, kicking her shoes off in exhaustion, Grier wondered if her day could have gone any worse. This time of year, the word scrooge was tossed around frequently but she was certain if anyone was getting visited by three ghosts come Christmas, it was going to be him. Nick Santos, her boss. In five years, the man she knew could easily win any of the sexiest eligible bachelor titles on the planet, based purely on looks, routinely caused her to rethink her sexuality. In those moments where she found herself ogling him, he would inevitably do something so horribly rude her lady parts could dry up like she was stranded in the Sahara. Today was no exception. Her cranky boss grew irritated when they'd entered one of the production plants and holiday music was playing overhead. He'd given a tersely worded comment to the manager telling him to be respectful not everyone in the company celebrates Christmas and they might also find the holiday painful, especially when layoffs were happening. Then he laid off three people in management because he found out they were in a love triangle, but all three men had wives at home. Video of them having a blowout argument over which man the senior manager loved most had made it to Nick's desk. Just over two weeks to Christmas and he ditched three of his management team for cheating on their wives with each other. It wasn't this which bothered her though. It was the fact he made sure to out the three men to their wives as gay and sent them the video clip of the fight. Anonymously of course. She could say nothing since she herself was in an ironclad NDA. Then without further ado, he'd marched back to the car, advised they were returning to New York, and he didn't speak another word until they landed back at JFK. When he'd had his driver drop her off, his only words were "seven a.m. Monday." She meandered to the fridge and was about to pull it open to grab the rest of the bottle of merlot she knew was in there when a sound from deep in her apartment caught her ear. The only person who had a key to her apartment was her best friend, Hazel. Grier hadn't even given her boyfriend Arlo a key since they'd only been dating six months, and the term boyfriend was a stretch. Her working hours were not conducive to tons of free time, but Arlo so far didn't seem to mind. However, Hazel knew she was supposed to be away on a business trip with Nick Scrooge Santos and she wasn't due back until tomorrow. "That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." A man's all too familiar voice tormented her from down the short corridor. Daddy? "It's so hot how hot you look taking my shaft." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? The answer made her stumble over feet. "Keep f*g me, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your ck in her bed on her favorite duvet. I love this duvet so much! Let's make memories on it. Make me come on it." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. She'd held her hand through every single one of her catastrophic relationships with the douchebags Hazel was drawn to. Now her best friend was f***g her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. She frowned angrily. She really liked her Christmas duvet. It was decorated with holly and ivy and snowflakes. Hazel. Why did she have to ruin the duvet? Gripping the edge of the doorframe and then Hazel's next words had her moving back to the kitchen. "fk me Arlo." Arlo who on the two very recent occasions they had intercourse, insisted on a rubber, was now in her bed, f***g her best friend, bareback. Retreating to the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of wine, glad the bh down the hall hadn't stolen it as well. She poured herself a glass and then wandered back down the hall. This time she didn't pause in the hall. She leaned in the doorway, clearing her throat loudly and then took a long sip of her wine and waited for the sound to register. When Arlo heard her voice, his hips stuttered and then Hazel gave a scream to kick him off, her heel connecting with Arlo's still hard dk. Arlo dropped to the floor like a sack of feed. A glimmer of a smile at his pain flashed on her lips. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "What are you doing here?" Hazel's voice shrieked in surprise. "Here? You mean here in my condo? Mine. The place I bought with my money, Hazel? Are you really questioning why I'm here." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed and to do it without protection, as you just encouraged him to do, but you don't get to cry over it." "Grier," Hazel was scrambling for a shirt to put on, her face a shade of puce at being caught. Arlo was rolling on the floor whining with his hands around his junk, "I think my shaft is broken." "Good," Grier tipped her wine glass in his direction, "serves you right for f***g my best friend," again she held her finger up, "ex-best friend, in my bed. I do need to ask why my bed? You couldn't simply sneak around like normal prick?" "Grier?" a man's voice calling from down the hall caught their ears. "You forgot your laptop bag." As if this couldn't get worse. She sighed not wanting to leave these two alone in her room. "Down here, Nick." She called and saw his face poke into the hall, "come, join the party." His face, usually stoic became incredibly hard and his lips flattened. "What party? I don't do parties." "The one where my ex-best friend of over ten years is getting plowed by my ex-boyfriend of six months. He thinks his shaft is broken." "Did you break it?" Nick asked as he casually strolled down the hall with the laptop bag in his fingertips. "No." She sipped her wine. "Regrettably." Grier fought a snicker when Nick tilted his head to one side at the man who was holding his shaft aloft studying it. "It does appear to have a rather deep bend in it. It's not very big, is it?" Nick commented dryly. "It's average and what he does with it is average as well, but I chalked it up to beginner's nerves since we only sx twice." Grier toed a pair of briefs from the floor on the tip of her Louboutin's and kicked them at Arlo. "Put them on and go get your shaft checked out." "Mr. Santos," Hazel was kneeling on the floor now desperate to find her pants and she was eyeballing Nick like he was her messiah. "Do we know each other?" "I interviewed with you the same day Grier did, and you gave her the job." "We interviewed twenty-six people the day Grier came in. You expect me to remember the twenty-five I didn't hire?" "We had a connection." He pulled his head back in revulsion before shaking it emphatically no. His face held the appearance of a man on the verge of vomiting. "Do not puke here," Grier held a finger at him before slowly turning her head to Hazel. "Is that what this is about? You're still pissed off after all this time I got this job, and you didn't? You're holding a grudge?" "I could have made him fall in love with me and you stole my chance. You knew I crushed on him and –" she paused as she realized the man she was confessing about was standing right there. "I've loved you for so long Nick Santos. We would be great together." She turned to Grier again, "you could have declined the job so I could get it and be with him!" "I was invited to the interview, Hazel. Invited. You applied for it, but I was invited by his prior administrative assistant." "On a fluke! It was a fluke because you helped her with her stupid coffee and pastries order and carried them to her car." "While you and three others stood there watching her struggle! Even though there were so many interviewees I was the one selected and you weren't. Besides, I've told you a thousand times, he's a prick to work for." She turned her head to face him, "sorry but you are." "Noted." Nick let the insult roll of his back like water off a duck. "I think I need to go to the emergency room," Arlo was slowly rising from his kneeling position. "I don't care. What you do need to do is get out of my condo. Both of you." "Grier, can we talk, please?" Hazel whimpered. "I have nobody else. I'm sorry." "You f**d my boyfriend. I told you last weekend about how I thought maybe I was catching feelings for him, which led me to sleep with him Saturday night and Sunday morning and you fd him in my bed while I was away." "You were away with Nick." "It's Mr. Santos to you." Nick sneered at Hazel. "And she was at work. We weren't having intercourse." He gave Grier a look, "this is the kind of company you keep?" "Not anymore. Hazel, you need to get out. Leave my key on the counter." "You can't just –" "Just what?" she finally raised her voice an ounce. "Cut you out of my life? Watch me. You brought someone I told you I cared about into my place and had intercourse with him. God only knows how long this has been going on." "How long has it been going on?" Nick asked Arlo who was slowly stepping into his trousers, his face contorted with pain. Grier was starting to believe maybe his shaft really was broken. He was moving quite slowly. "Almost a month." "How many times did you have intercourse with Hazel," he sneered the name, "in Grier's bed." "This was the first time in this bed. Hazel wanted to borrow a pair of shoes for our date, so we came in to get them and –" "Date? You were taking her on a date?" Grier growled, "Jesus Christ, you were taking her on a date, and you thought in your infinite wisdom, to borrow my belongings to do so and then got distracted by having intercourse in my bed!" "Grier" Nick motioned to the wine glass, "have another sip." He texted on his phone, his jaw tense. She downed the glass and grumbled, "I just want them out of here." "I'm working on it. Barrett is on his way with his team." "Who is Barrett?" Arlo asked as he tried to get his shoes on. "This feels far too civilized considering I came in and caught you having intercourse in my bed. Can you please hurry up and get out?" "Agreed," Nick nodded. "Mr. Santos?" a voice called from down the hall. "Down here, Barrett. Miss Bush came home to find trespassers in her apartment. Remove them. I believe the man may need medical attention but do not offer it to him. He can find his own way." "Yes sir." Grier in five years had never figured out whether Barrett was his first or last name, but the man was massive yet with the finesse of a serpent, he squeezed between Grier and Nick and motioned for two men with him. "I've got him. You get the girl. I hate carrying the girls. They do that," he motioned to where Hazel started to thrash and kick violently as she was dragged from the room. "Make her leave the key to Miss Bush's condo, please." Nick called out as the couple were escorted out. Hazel's pleas for Grier to just listen slid along Grier's spine like nails on a chalkboard. When finally, there was silence again in the condo she looked at the bed and sighed, "I really liked that duvet cover and now I'm going to have to burn it." Huffing frustratedly she considered all the ways she could fix the pretty cover and none of them were ever going to work. She looked at her boss who was still there and motioned to the laptop bag he still held onto. "You can set it on the floor there. I apologize for making you bring it up." "I wanted you to have it in case I needed you over the weekend." "You told me when I booked the flights back I could have the entire weekend since we were coming back early." "A billion dollar company doesn't run itself, Grier. If I work, you work." Rubbing her head with frustration she returned her attention back to the task at hand. "Fine but I want it noted, if you make me work this weekend, I'll probably be unable to talk you down off ledges you climb up. In my current frame of mind, I might let you fire everyone." She suddenly had a new appreciation for the video he sent to the wives. "Also, I take back my anger over the videos. They have the right to know." Nick Santos watched his unflappable administrative assistant and quirked an eyebrow. This was not the way he would have expected any woman to behave upon coming home to such a scene. "Different insight now?" he queried poking his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes. I hope they all get revenge on their cheating asses." "Is it what you want to do? Revenge?" He studied her as she tugged the bed, careful not to touch where she obviously felt her friend was getting fd and then balled the blanket onto the floor. "I don't know. This isn't my first rodeo with cheating boyfriends, but I didn't expect it to be with her. I do everything for her. I considered her a second sister." She stared down at the bed and then gave a loud sigh, "it can't be fixed, can it?" "Will you be alright?" "Yeah. She didn't drink my wine, so I'll finish the bottle and then sleep in my guest room. Tomorrow I'll go buy a new mattress and bedding but I really liked this one. It's my Christmas themed one." She kicked it with her toe before moving to take off the pillow shams as well and tossed them on the pile. "I bought it in this cute little shop back home." "Back home?" "Coldreach, Colorado." "Is it where you're going for your holidays over Christmas? You leave Tuesday, correct?" He was still annoyed she was taking the full time off. In his family vacation time, especially this time of year, was never on the agenda. Yet for the last five years she always left a week before Christmas and came back the first working day after New Years Day. This year she was taking sixteen full days because HR told her she needed to use the rest of her days up despite the fact it was him who'd cancelled two of her vacations earlier in the year. "Yes." She gave a not-so-ladylike snort, "and to think my mother was begging me to bring Arlo with me. First guy I've dated seriously in forever and she was so excited to meet him even though I told her a million times it wasn't time yet. Took me six months to relax enough around him to sleep with him and then I come home to this five days later. I should have trusted my gut. I hope his shaft really is broken. Is it wrong to wish a lifetime of shaft pain to a man?" She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the wine glass she'd set on the nightstand. "Maybe I'll wait until I get home and see if any of the ladies from mom's quilting guild have a Christmas cover, they've made and haven't sold yet. I really liked this duvet cover!" "You seem more perturbed over the loss of the duvet than the boyfriend." He did truly find her reaction to this whole thing confusing. Shouldn't she be wailing and crying and throwing things? He knew for a fact if it was one of his sisters going through this, there would be things flying off the shelves and people would be harmed far more than a broken shaft. "Hazel says my heart was broken so badly by my high school boyfriend that it's irreparable and every man I date I hold at arm's length because I'm scared to be hurt. She calls me Ice Queen Elsa as a joke. She's probably right but I have a tough time trusting people and now I know why! I dated him for six months. We've been on maybe ten or eleven dates in this time, and I told her Saturday I thought maybe my frozen heart was starting to thaw a bit. We booked a date Saturday night, and she helped me get ready and told me to stop holding back and to give in. She sat right here," she waved to her bed, "on Sunday afternoon and made me dish to her about how it all went." Suddenly the emotion of her friend's betrayal hit her, "to find out she already knew what he was like in bed because she was banging him before me," she wiped a single tear off her cheek. "Her betrayal hurts way more than his. How could she do this to me?" "Jealousy? She wants me and you work for me. It's what she said." It ran along his skin like an army of cockroaches. "She might be slightly obsessed with you." Grier grimaced. "It doesn't matter how much truth I tell her about you, she reads a lot of those romance novels with the gruff CEO and the naïve receptionist. Except she's not naïve." "What was her st about you stealing her job?" He wanted to change the subject. It was making him itchy. "She'd applied for the job as your admin assistant the day it was posted. She works at the front desk of the lobby of the building she has a degree in office management. I was working as Mr. Pink's admin assistant in the finance department and was content so didn't apply. Your outgoing admin assistant was coming through the door with far too many things for one woman to carry," she shot him an annoyed look and he was in no doubt he'd done it to her as well many times in the last several years, "and I helped her. We got to talking and she insisted I add my name to the pool. I didn't. She found out I hadn't, and she added it. She felt I would be a better fit than any other candidates because she and I were similar in personality." "I would have hired you on the spot but because of HR we were forced to go through the remaining ten interviews. It was torture. I knew what I wanted but because of HR policy everyone needed to have their fair shot just in case there was someone better. There wasn't." He paused, "so Hazel works at the front desk?" He truly didn't recall ever seeing her there, not as if he usually studied his receptionists. "Yes." "She truly wants to f**k me?" He was completed insulted by the notion. Who did the girl think she was? "Does it bother you?" "You do see how much lip filler she has, right? As her friend, did you not tell her the bee sting look shouldn't mean her lips look ready to explode. I wouldn't let her near my shaft in case her lips exploded and then I'd have a lawsuit on my hands. Also, her hair. Did you see her hair? I bet when you take a fistful it crunches. Why is her hair so blonde when I bet her roots are the color of my shoes." "Geez, tell me how you really feel." "I also," he moved to stand in front of her, "have no use for any woman who would betray her own friend like this. I don't care what her excuse is, if you take her back as your friend, I'll fire you so fast your head will spin, and I'll gladly pay for the wrongful dismissal." He meant it. He wouldn't tolerate having a doormat as his assistant. She needed to be strong and letting leaches suck you dry was not a good look.	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2,703,563	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Melbourne, FL! Tickets On Sale! MAR 23rd Live!	MELBOURNE, FL! Sunday, Mar 23rd is Matt Mathews' Boujee On A Budget Tour in Melbourne, FL at the Maxwell C. King Center For Performing Arts LIVE! Tickets on sale now!	GET_SHOWTIMES	https://kingcenter.evenue.net/events/MATT	Matt Mathews	https://www.facebook.com/officialmattmathews/	1,237,178	1969-12-31 18:00	Get showtimes	www.kingcenter.evenue.net	VIDEO	TICKETS ON SALE NOW! Melbourne, FL!	https://kingcenter.evenue.net/events/MATT	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481206163_1003112941690478_5210017644889953740_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jO9NXj-KePYQ7kNvgF68vcS&_nc_oc=AdjMuwXsVyQwERa_eNaJNZaDhnWhDHs8cox9X9avoO3WdAt3pgZ6_oEnMMQ51yiC2lUDQNGzivgoUKgBftwz3Aq5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=A6GbAQVSIi5v5rMMdJY7sJR&oh=00_AYBpgYsbSc9tbmcxxyl7VJB5rqromYkITmTjOdD-KfhMOQ&oe=67C5E324	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Matt Mathews	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,703,575	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703360}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	"Best bi awakening romance I’ve read—hooked me fast!"	I thought my best friend’s secret would break us. Instead, it broke me open. Back home, reeling from a brutal divorce and a failed business, I turn to Bennett—my rock since we were kids. He’s different now—angry, restless. That tension snaps, and I brace for a fight… but get a kiss that shakes me awake. His love—a man’s love—was never in my plans. Then my ex-wife storms in, threatening everything. Do I hold on to the safe life I had, or chase this wild, unexpected spark? Read My Best Friend's Secret now. FREE on Kindle Unlimited.	SHOP_NOW	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRWZHFLB?maas=maas_adg	Romeo Alexander - Author of Gay Romance	https://www.facebook.com/romeoalexandermm/	1,690	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	amazon.com	DCO	Kindle ~ KU ~ Print ~ Audio	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRWZHFLB?maas=maas_adg_2B20B930B3BC9E51F2FF44E1D5150534_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481194651_641305015068206_6438562871353491124_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XnJHVcycaQAQ7kNvgFrSlJn&_nc_oc=Adg4qyzBR2brgjc3w7GWztPh5vbT8pTWd7YMkvjQPIBJBZODpDvVmreObeqxpppcCYQbC6W37bTprjNGRyEvrfpM&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=Axc8gcfpj-ObEShu7t3tZKc&oh=00_AYBJFpua6OswBiFZCwo5LTrRiZxJOaTs8ZQ7-skbNxqQxg&oe=67C5D349	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Romeo Alexander - Author of Gay Romance	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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