Chapter 125: Velvet Ring

"Really?" He looked at me, his mouth slightly open.

I nodded. I didn't mean it, though. If he took it seriously, that was on him.

"I'm done talking. Your turn," he said, staring at me.

I kicked at him, but he dodged. What a waste. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

"Nothing interesting in my life," I replied. "Stop."

"Hey, Ash!" he said suddenly, making me straighten up and look at the door.

"Where?" I asked, a little panicked.

I stopped when I realized he was just messing with me.

"Nowhere," he said with a laugh. I raised my wine, ready to throw it at him, but stopped myself.

"Fuck you, Haze Greensmith," I muttered.

He laughed again before turning serious. "I've got something to tell you. I meant to say this when you visited the hospital but forgot."

"What is it?" I asked disinterestedly, focusing on my drink.

"I saw someone who looks like Ash."

I froze mid-drink. It felt like time had stopped. "What did you say?"

"I know it's weird, but hear me out. I'm not sure if it was Ash or if I was just seeing things. But I've known that guy for ages. Even if you turned him inside out, I'd still recognize him."

slightly. He and Mason had grown up with Ash. Of course, they'd know him inside and out. It sounded strange,

Ash. He didn't give off the same vibe as my friend, who used to chase women with me." He chuckled at his last comment, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. It wasn't absurd. It was just that... I

did this happen?" I

scratched his chin in thought. "About two weeks

I showed Senator Windwood Ash's picture. He had a strange

are you going?" Haze asked as he saw

You're a big boy," I replied. "Thanks for the information, Haze," I added before walking out of the

SOON as I arrived at the hideout, I called Kesha. I went

completely out of breath. She

When I call for them, they have no

treat my team like just a team. To me, they're like family. That's why it hurt a bit

believe her, so I've been trying to keep some distance from everyone until I figure out if it's

hope it's not

I

almost midnight," she muttered before grabbing

replied, pointing to the wall clock in the corner of the computer room. "We have a clock here. But why do you

and faded jeans. Her long, curly hair-similar to mine-was a mess, covering

sank into the couch, clearly trying to calm

the fridge to grab a canned coffee but spotted a chocolate donut on the lower shelf. I took

scrolled through my phone, but I stopped abruptly when a notification popped

a gift for

the

bother asking Kesha to trace it because I feared he'd threaten my kids again. That jerk played dirty. The game hadn't even started,

just wanted to play a game... but what kind? A

the gift

fridge. It was soft and chewy-until my teeth hit something hard. I winced as pain shot through my tooth,

aside to fish out whatever hard object was in my

confused about what I was doing,

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