My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I rub my eyes with both hands. “So what’s the plan for tonight? We clearly aren’t going to be the bait now. What can we do to make this suck less?” I look around the room. “What are we looking for, what is the recon? How can we prepare for being taken? Since that seems to be the end goal, right? For one or both of us to get taken so we can be tracked to wherever they are holding these girls.”

“How are you so calm about this? No one should be okay with dangling pups, children, minors, whatever you want to be classified as, a treat for the bad guys to just come and get.” Nickolas sounds offended at my questions.

punching bag, remember? This is right up my alley. I am the scapegoat, the target and I have been my entire minorhood. So let’s not act like being young should play a part here. The only effect it has is that the ‘bad guys,”” I air quote. “Will

progressively getting louder, but no one moves to calm him down. “We would never send Xander out because o that fact alone!” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on

am just another girl on the street. I am also the right gender for the task.” Why I am negotiating with him while the rest of these guys just watch is beyond me. “I’m not fighting for my spot as a sacrificial lamb, but I also understand the value we both have in this mission. Can we please just get to the recon stuff, since I don’t think the bait part of this plan

me. “This is what we know so far…” Jorge starts talking point to several photos in front of us and flipping between three

since they can use the Atlantic Ocean as a means of travel with very little issue. It is assumed that Nova Scotia is where the Rogue King has been operating from, but no one has proof. No one even knows who the Rogue King is or what he looks like. He’s a