The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy
ne. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to take the job ot
They are the richest men in the entire country, yet no one has seen
ies, but it wasn't until ten years ago th
rs. For ten years now, different journalists have tried to do the imposs
y replied to my message and set
m that this young journalist was capable. I became what I am today because of my pass
y phone and pepper spray were in there. Wouldn't w
me, I wore black elastic pants and a red shirt. My blonde hair was
igh
o break heads. No, scratch that.
omething none of the journalists wh
the enormous gates to the door, there was no one i
the same style, yet it looked different. The off-white color used on i
ells. I have only seen this type of house in a film. I was used
reply, so I kno
owed the last knock b
s I stared at the empty door, shocked to noti
called out, still st
en to my ears. I gulped, peering into the house to
door, the house was pitch black
ng to get a reply from w
thoughts of the knowing smile that would be on Imelda's face
oor banged behind me. With my heart in my throat, I rushed
h
d clutched it in my hands, staring into the da
about to leap out of my chest. I swallowed, hoping that th
with light. I had to blink, to get my eyes
cared out of my wits, but still clutching the pepper spray a
no r
side of me, but I didn't dare move. My legs shoo
. I glanced back at the door only to discover it had
e just a trick as I brought my phone out, only t
at
his supposed to be the house of the ric
" A voice c
d of the voice. I have heard my fair share of
he noise of a train that collided with each
d I gripped the paper spray, t
ed around, trying to locate the v
s Co
e more. This time,
yelped ou
o
become a detective, people will co
her, brother," ca
ed, feeling the need to hear the sound once more. For a moment, I
," the first
g like the roaring of w
being controlled. The pepper spray and my purse clattered to the grou
whatever hold that was on me. I stoo
before a murmur