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• Black Mail   Chapter six

  Stood outside of the large grey LAPD building and taking in the fresh air, staring at nothing in particular. The damp air inside the building was making me nauseous. How do the cops survive in there? Or was it just me?My phone suddenly buzzed in my front jean pocket, jolting me out of my daze. I took it out and looked at the caller ID.Louise boutique.

• Black Mail   Chapter five

  After two long weeks of recovery and two long weeks of Xander's boring company, I got back to my usual routine. Waking up, having a long cold shower, wearing something dark that matches my personality and showing up at LAPD if I didn't have any interesting engagement. Boring? You'll get used to it."Good to have you back, sunshine." Marlon acknowledged as he appeared through the door to his office, a file in hand.

• Black Mail   Chapter four

  Becca's POVWhite, bright blinding light! Heavy breathing! Pain at the back of my head, throbbing.It took a while before I familiarised with my surroundings. I was in Xander's lab, laying surprisingly on a comfortable bed, a gas mask masking my nose and mouth.I stretched my hand towards my head to try and massage it.

• Black Mail   Chapter three

  Xander's POVI had already anaesthetized Becca when Dr. Baldowski walked in. Without much further ado, we connected the machine and set up. We placed nodes on her forehead, at the back of her neck and somewhere between her root hairs on the scalp."This is it!" I said as I took the specialised hospital drill.

• Black Mail   Chapter two

  "Look! I have a four year old son at home, alone. He's waiting for me. So, can we make this quick?" I lied for the fortieth time that day, in the most sweetest voice I could manage.The man still won't budge.I was frustrated. I rubbed the sides of my head with my thumbs, head facing down then looked back at him."Can you please open up! I'm trying to help you." I

• Black Mail   Chapter one

  "Time heals all wounds, I presume." The interviewer said, getting comfortable on my turquoise Serena and Lily armchair in my lounge room."That doesn't apply to me. In fact, what wounds can I heal when I don't remember a damn thing when I was young. The media covered this already. What more information do you want?" I said nonchalantly, blowing at my cigarette.The interviewer too