Chapter 467. Many Stories, Many People

Tara

The man who had been pretending to be Ben Iusuf reported directly to Dusak’s man. He put in a phone call that morning as soon as the silly schoolgirl had stopped sending him messages that were oozing with teenage love.

The fat man, balding and bespectacled, whistled through his teeth as he set up a call with Dusak. He had a tattoo on his left arm, a reminder of his days in prison and he was in his mid-thirties. He was also interested in young children. His stint in jail for his pedophile tendencies had not cured him of his desires.

Tara Delano, unfortunately, was just a bit too old; he liked them below ten.

He knew from past experience that the One-Eyed would be angry. And that was putting it mildly.

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Ria

She giggled again as she helped her mother in the kitchen, her airpods in her ear, as she listened to Philippe. She had never really thought of how sexy and warm his voice was as he growled and told