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Perfectly Wrong

Leituras 358
Votos 14
Capítulos 10
Tempo 54m

Leituras 358
Votos 14
Capítulos 10
Tempo 54m

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"Nice to meet you, Officer," I said as well as extending my hand into a handshake as showing politeness. However, the next thing I know, I'm smashed against a wall with HANDCUFFS to my hand. 
"Anyone near the scene that looks suspicious, take them to the department," as I hear him speak into a speaker.
"Ummm... Sir, I think you've got the wrong guy..." I said quietly. 
He pulls me by my handcuff and pushes me into his car.
Damn. I cursed at myself. I knew I should've stayed home.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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"Why is Sage always testing my patience?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Mrs. Jenkins didn't dare breathe, fearing that any sound would only enrage Thane further. She watched as Thane stormed out of the office, his eyes blazing with fury. As Thane emerged from the building, he spotted Nick, his driver and bodyguard, waiting by the car. "Drive me to Sage's school," Thane ordered, his voice still dripping with anger. .. . . . "Sage, Thane's here!" Sophia whispered urgently, spotting her friend in the hallway. Sage's eyes went wide with panic as he processed Sophia's words. He knew he was in trouble, having refused to answer Thane's calls earlier. And now, he was hiding from him. Without hesitation, Sage took off in a sprint, dashing towards the toilets. Sophia watched him go, concern etched on her face. She knew that Sage was walking on thin ice with Thane, and she feared for her friend's safety. . . . . . . . Thane's eyes narrowed, and he marched towards the bathroom, his long strides devouring the distance. He pushed open the door, and his gaze locked onto Sage, who stood frozen, his eyes cast downward. "Daddy, you're here," Sage stammered, his voice barely audible. Thane's expression remained impassive, but his voice dripped with icy disdain. "Why didn't you pick up my call?"

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