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60. YOUR FUTURE WIFE

OWEN“Are you sure you’re searching right? Because there’s no way he just disappeared into thin air.” I said to Marco, raising an eyebrow as I watched him puff on his cigarette. He didn’t answer, his eyes showing he was in deep thought as the smoke curled around his face.“Funny, isn’t it?” Marco finally spoke, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “Somehow beat five of our men and escaped. I gotta admit, the little fucker’s actually strong, considering we had him beat to a pulp before his escape.”I rubbed my chin, trying to piece together what had just happened. It didn’t add up. But then Marco’s eyes narrowed, and he started staring at me like I was the one hiding something.“What?” I asked, confusion in my voice as I raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he was studying me.He didn’t answer immediately. Another drag of his cigarette. Then, he tossed out the question with a casual shrug. “Just wondering if you had to let him go for the redhead.”I froze. Surprised by his accusation. Mar
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61. MARKING TERRITORIES

A FEW MINUTES EARLIER…MAE'S POV“Liam, if you get this message, call me back. We need to talk.” I hit send, my fingers tightening around my phone as I stepped into my room. I needed to know if he was alive. If he was safe. But I knew the chances of him replying were slim. After all, I was screwing Owen while Liam was probably being tortured. Or worse. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Did Owen kill him? Did he and his men cover it up, make it look like Liam ran away? I hated that I was even considering it, but I couldn't stop the thought from creeping in. Still, Owen wouldn’t lie to me. He had no reason to. Right? “Oh, nice. You are here.” Eli’s voice cut through my thoughts the second I stepped inside. I barely looked at him as I sank in to the bed, letting out a slow, tired breath. At least I didn’t walk in on the usual horror show—Eli screwing some random man like his life depended on it. Small mercy. “Apparently,” I muttered, rubbing my temples, trying to e
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