Katya Dee
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Uh... I have no idea why this popped up in new stories... I've been editing stuff lately, since I want to turn each book into an epub file, but I haven't been re-publishing anything, only saving. I might have done something, so instead of saving, it re-published it...? But I'm telling ya -- it wasn't me, it was the one-armed man!! Btw, I now have Specter's Gamble in an epub form. I don't know if it's against the rules to post links/downloadable files here, so if anyone's interested, I'll send it to you
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A green-eyed man watched the young man scrub the kitchen counter with envious dedication. Finally, the man hemmed and rummaged through his pockets until he found a hair band in one of them. He pulled his long black hair into a ponytail and swiftly wrapped the hair band around it. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said, and the young man glanced at him above his shoulder. “I know,” he nodded with a small smile. “I want to though... You and Gabriel both have jobs, and I just sit on
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- XXVIII - “It’s almost midnight,” Max said after he finished his countless coffee refill. “You’d better drive me back... Told you not to pick me up,” he let out a crooked smile. “Would’ve saved yourself a trip...” Leon hemmed at that and pushed away his cup, gesturing for the waiter. “Remember how I said that I had an agenda?” he asked in a low voice after he handed the waiter his credit card and the bill. “I’ll pay for my half...” Max started saying when the waiter wal
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No, not this time
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No, no, it's not Knox. I won't say any more, but it's definitely not Knox.
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- XXVII - Stratos hated this. This city, this weather, this hotel, this goddamn concert – he hated it. All of it. The only thing he wanted to do right now was to go home and file a hell of a report at the nearest militia house. He wouldn’t kill that son of a bitch himself, but he’d be damned if he simply let him go. He almost did it here, but then decided against it – he didn’t have enough time. The minute they got back home, however, it’s going to be an entirely different story. He d
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Feedback would be awesome!
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- XXVI - He was by his room when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, looked at the screen, sighed, and pushed the Talk button. “What?” he asked tiredly after he pressed the phone against his ear. “You awake?” the phone asked quickly, and he sighed again. “No,” he said. “I am sleeping. You are talking to my clone. What?” he asked again after the phone made a semi-embarrassed sound. “You in the hotel?” the phone asked in the same quick manner.
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As if you still had doubts about that
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- XXV - “Oh, God, Stratos...! Stratos, don’t stop...! Oh, God, yes...!” Leon let out a low growl when he heard those words scream in his head yet again, and signaled for another drink. He was determined to get filthy drunk as soon as possible, and by now, he didn’t care if he would, in fact, pass out in the middle of the street. This would be his drink number four, and to his dark frustration, he was still very much sober. Suddenly, he thought about Katherine and about the nig
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She is not the sister -- the sister's name is Loreya. ↑ What he said. Of course, there is no way she could possibly have an agenda...
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- XXIV - “Oh my God! You actually answered the phone?!” Stratos said with genuine disbelief when instead of expected ‘You have reached Katherine Maltino’s voicemail; please, leave a message’ deal, there was a normal, not-automated response. “Yeah?” “Holy hell!” he said with feeling, and she laughed at that. “Hey, stranger,” she said brightly. “Great timing, by the way! I just got back!” He thought of asking where she went, but changed his mind almost immediately –
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- XXIII - Stratos closed his eyes when Leon left the room and slammed the door shut. He stood still for several minutes, and then sighed, opened his eyes, and looked around. He looked at the table and noticed a cup of coffee that was almost full and a half-eaten toast on the plate next to it. He was eating right then, he realized, and started shaking again. He was eating when... He closed his eyes once more and gritted his teeth. Yes, sending that bag of filth to hell with as muc
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Insane, but not willing to get hurt or dead himself.
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Uh... I kinda collect knives.. . Nothing spectacular, just a small collection -- some swords, knifes, a few daggers, but believe me, I respect knives, oh god yes! I just know Leon & so does Robert PS.
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- XXII - He made his way to the front door and stopped when he got close enough to Robert, who was still sitting on the floor. “Knife,” he ordered unemotionally, slightly stretching his arm in an ‘I-am-waiting’ gesture, and Robert slowly looked up, his eyes narrowed. He sat still without moving a muscle for two or three seconds, as if weighing his options. Finally, he let out a slow exhale and reached for the knife he still had tucked into the back of his pants. Even if he were
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He wouldn't get a chance to use his knife with Leon & he knew it. Unlike Stratos, Leon doesn't care if he damages his hands, he'd beat the crap out of him even with the knife.
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- XXI - Leon’s mood could not possibly get any gloomier. He was muttering bitter obscenities under his breath the entire time he walked back to the hotel, ignoring puzzled and sometimes wary looks of whoever happened to be near enough to hear him mumble to himself. “I don’t have your damn scores,” he muttered yet again and stopped for a few seconds after seeing a flow of cars start moving not too far from him when he was about to cross the street. “I know I took them to the car,
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- XX - Robert was watching the front door of the hotel like a hawk ever since he woke up this morning. He slept in his car, not wanting to take an unnecessary risk of running into Stratos or Leon just so he could sleep in bed for one lousy night. He woke up at eight in the morning and was watching the front door of the hotel ever since, knowing that sooner or later, the musician would have to leave. He was right – exactly at 13:15, there was a very gloomy Leon emerging from the b
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