Here before her was the very same handsome biker that had stopped and flirted with her on the side of the road. She blinked, unable to trust her own e...es, but he remained standing before her. That same cocky smile smiling back at her. Then it clicked, why he seemed so familiar to her. He was the spitting image of Marcus, only about twenty-five years younger and less groomed. Why hadn’t she seen that before?“You two look like you know each other,” Mariah said noticing the looks between Mark and. Whatever. I had gained a serenity that I had envied in Christine. She has no decisions to make. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street. The Brutes have blocked off other interior entrance with the fire doors so that are now sitting on their sides. They may have even been welded together and with some ingenuity they have used the rigging of basket ball backstops as a gate to hold the wolves in there pen. They have brought some heavy fencing, that has been arranged around the old bleacher seating giving the Brutes a safe area to watch the spectacle. they have gone through a lot of trouble with this set up, once again pointing out. Standing over him, feeling absolutely powerful and serene, Eldana looked at her darling hubby. Tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, Paul was damn near perfect physically. Born in Mississauga to Haitian immigrant parents, he was a strong, capable and intelligent man. Paul won himself an academic scholarship to York University where he studied criminal justice before going to police college and becoming a constable with the Ontario Provincial Police. As a Black man in Canada, and a metropolitan.