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Behind The Curtains.
Author: ThePhenomenalScribe
last update2025-07-31 23:13:48
Sinclair's POV

They said the city never slept, but it definitely could decay.

Leaning back in the leather seat of my Aston Martin, I groaned tiredly.

I ached all over. My wrists were hurting, my neck felt stiff, and the suit jacket that I'd somehow managed to put on all day was now sticking to me like a second skin due to how wet it looked.

The media was still making a frenzy over the small reveal of mine, and I also dropped some info anonymously, letting the nation know that Alicia wasn't in any fucked up coma.

Bitch was trying to avoid the wrath of the city, and they were letting her succeed.

I felt mad for a lot of reasons and at a lot of people. Don't even get me started on how confused I am sometimes on where to start from.

My car's wipers groaned to life as they ran splattered against my windshield with each droplet sounding like a reminder that nothing, even during large storms, came without dropping a warning.

God, how much I hated the smell of this city
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