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Living with the Enemy. 101. I want it.
Elena. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Diego was especially restless and full of energy today. He asked so many questions and ran around non-stop, making it difficult to keep up with him. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was able to get him to bed. I tucked him in tightly, kiss him on the forehead, and tiptoed out of his room. As I finally put Diego to bed after a long and tiring day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Deangelo. He had been distant and seemed preoccupied all week, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was upset with me. Maybe he thought I was somehow involved in the leak at his company or that I wasn't being supportive enough. These thoughts filled me with a sense of insecurity and frustration. But tonight, I had a plan to change things. I wanted to remind him of our connection, to show him that I was there for him in every way possible. I dressed in a silky, barely-there robe and took extra care with my hair and makeup. a su
Last Updated : 2023-04-15Living with the Enemy. 102. Dangerous World.
Sofia. I was hesitant when I received Bruno Amato's message to meet him. My dealings with the Amato pack had not been pleasant and I knew that meeting with them could lead to trouble. However, I had no choice. They were holding something over my head and I needed to play along if I wanted to stay alive. After dressing up in a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. I paired the top with dark skinny jeans and ankle boots. My long brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and I had minimal makeup on except for a bold red lipstick. The venue where I met Bruno Amato was a dimly lit, secluded bar tucked away in an obscure part of the city. The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke, and the atmosphere was tense with the unspoken threat of danger. The bar was small and cramped, with just a few dingy booths lining the walls, and a scattering of tables and chairs scattered haphazardly throughout the room. The lighting was low, casting everything in shadow, and the
Last Updated : 2023-04-16Living with the Enemy. 103. Fake Concern.
Elena. I shuffled through the piles of boxes and containers, sneezing occasionally as the dust tickled my nose. Finally, I found a box with Diego's name on it, my heart swelling with anticipation. But when I opened it, the box was empty. I sighed as I frantically searched through the other boxes to find what I was looking for, but to no avail. Where could it be? Where could this toy of his be? Just then, Mrs. Cali walked in, her eyes scanning the room before resting on me. "Looking for something?" she asked, her tone curious. "Yes," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. "That childhood toy that Diego is so obsessed about, he told me about it and how it suddenly disappeared and he cried for it for days, he told me that it would make him so happy if he ever finds it again. I thought it would be in here, but the boxes are just empty." "Oh, that," Mrs.Cali said with a knowing smile. "We put all of Diego's toys somewhere else to keep him from being reminded of his mother too much
Last Updated : 2023-04-16Living with the Enemy. 104. Petty Deals.
Salvatore. While I sat at my desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork, a feeling of unease crept over me. My informant was late, and that never meant anything good. Just when I was about to give up hope, he finally walked through the door, looking disheveled and visibly nervous. "What do you have for me?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair, trying to keep my tone steady. "It's about Bruno," he whispered. "He has control over Sofia." My blood turned cold. Sofia was an important asset, and if Bruno had power over her, it could spell trouble for our entire operation. But before I could fully process the implications, my informant continued speaking. Confusion furrowed my brow as I tried to grasp the situation. "What do you mean by control?" My informant shifted uncomfortably, clearly on edge. "I mean, he has something on her. Something that makes her do whatever he wants." "And it's even worse," he said, glancing nervously around the room. "Bruno has been using Sofia to make secret d
Last Updated : 2023-04-17Living with the Enemy. 105. Detention for the rest of the year.
Mia. I was sitting in math class, trying to solve a difficult equation when the intercom buzzed. “Mia Ferrari, please come to the principal’s office,” the receptionist said. I felt my heart drop. What could I have possibly done wrong? I hadn’t been in any trouble recently. I gathered my books and walked to the door, feeling the eyes of my classmates following me. I could see the curiosity in their faces, but I ignored it and continued on my way. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? As I walked down the hallway towards the principal's office, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. Close to reaching the principal's office, an unsettling sensation gripped me. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Could it be a consequence of the recent altercation with those girls during lunch? Or perhaps there was an entirely different explanation altogether? Despite my efforts to reassure myself tha
Last Updated : 2023-04-17Living with the Enemy. 106. Someone spying on me.
Deangelo. I sat at my desk, my mind swirling with thoughts of betrayal and espionage. It was clear to me that someone within my organization or pack had leaked the details of our deal with the Philippine government. But who was it? And how had they gained access to such confidential information? Luca had been out investigating all day, and now he sat before me with a file in his hands. I looked up at him, eager to hear what he had uncovered. "Well?" I asked, my voice low and steady. Luca cleared his throat, "Based on my findings, it was a young man who recently joined the pack that had leaked the information." I felt a jolt of anger surge through me. How could someone be so careless with such sensitive information? And why would they do something so foolish? I stood up and began pacing back and forth, my mind racing with questions. "Who is he? What's his name?" I demanded. Luca flipped open the file and read out the name, "His name is Michael Ramirez. He's been working at the par
Last Updated : 2023-04-18Living with the Enemy. 107: My decision was Final.
DEANGELO. I sat at the home bar with my father, sipping on a glass of whiskey. We were discussing business, but the conversation took an unexpected turn when father brought up Elena. I wasn't sure how he knew, but I wasn't surprised. My father always had a way of finding out things he shouldn't, one would think he stalks me even. "I know you and that girl are an item now," Father said, taking a swig of his own drink. "and I can not bring myself to understand why any sane person would decide to go down the same lane twice! Especially for someone you literally found like some rat in your bathroom, she is literally a nobody and could drop you in a twinkle of an eye if she was given the opportunity to. Something just does not sit right with me about that girl and I do not know why you do not see it either!" I bristled at the insult. I knew that Elena was nothing like what father described her as. How dare him insult Elena like that? She was more than just a girl to me for fuck’s sake. S
Last Updated : 2023-04-19Living with the Enemy. 109. More of your Brain.
ELENA. Diego was in a foul mood today. He had gotten into a fight with his friend William over a toy and had promised never to speak to him again. I sat him down and asked him to tell me what happened. Diego’s eyes were downcast, and he fidgeted nervously with his fingers. I could tell that he was upset, and I needed to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. “William took my toy car and refused to give it back,” he said, his voice filled with frustration. I could see why Diego was upset, but I also knew that this was a small matter that could easily be resolved with an apology. “That sounds very frustrating, Diego,” I replied, nodding my head in understanding. “But is it worth losing a friend over?” Diego shook his head, “No, but I really wanted my toy back and when he refused to let me have it, I shouted at him.” "I think you should apologize to William for getting angry with him," I suggested. Diego looked at me skeptically, "But he was the one who took my toy!" "
Last Updated : 2023-04-20
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Living with the Enemy. 142: Moment of Victory.
Deangelo. With determination fueling my every move, I charged forward, paying no heed to the smaller threats that stood in my way. My sole focus was on reaching Salvatore, not out of a desire for revenge, but to protect what was left of my family. Inside the house, my teenage daughter and her baby brother were trapped, gripped by fear. In the midst of the chaos, an unexpected thought emerged from deep within my mind—it was Elena. Memories of our time together came rushing back, flooding my consciousness with emotions. I recalled the happiness we shared, the moments of laughter, and the profound connection that blossomed between us. To my surprise, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, even though our relationship was kept secret due to the complicated circumstances. Sofia, on the other hand, had no place in my personal life, our interactions limited strictly to professional matters. This realization hit me with a powerful impact, reverberating throughout my entire being. B
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Deangelo. A growing unease consumed me, a feeling that something was not right. The arrival of the Guta pack brought a glimmer of hope, as they seemed kind and friendly, briefly easing my troubled mind. However, their initial numbers appeared surprisingly low. Their beta assured me that more of their pack members would join us by morning. Though unspoken, I found comfort in their presence, knowing that despite Bruno's injuries, his pack still posed a significant threat. And then, it hit me like a sudden gust of wind—an unmistakable sensation of an Alpha's demise, specifically that of Bruno Amato. Wolves typically couldn't sense the death of another unless they shared a deep bond as mates. But Alphas had a special ability to perceive the loss of a fellow leader, especially when tied by a tumultuous history. It resonated deep within me—Bruno was undoubtedly dead. Without wasting time, I shared this troubling news with the members of the Guta pack. If there was one thing I had learned
Living with the Enemy. 140: Newfound status.
Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
Living with the Enemy. 139: The peace you seek.
Deangelo. I lifted Elena's lifeless body and brought her to Luca, who was the only one among us with a bit of medical knowledge. My mind was blank, unable to fully grasp the seriousness of what had happened. Luca took one look at her, his face filled with sorrow, and pronounced her dead. The truth hit me like a huge wave, overwhelming me with its finality. She had no pulse, her windpipe crushed and beyond repair. I stood there, shocked and unable to move, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. How could this be? I never wanted to get involved in this whole situation. To be honest, I was still reeling from the shock of the revelation Elena had shared with me. I didn't even know if I was angry or not, but I definitely felt betrayed and foolish. The thought of Elena being close to my children and the potential danger she might have posed to them weighed heavily on my mind. The fact that I had no knowledge of all this when I should have known made me feel even worse. I had
Living with the Enemy. 138: In the face of my own death.
Elena. As we made our way back to safety, the feeling of triumph mixed with uncertainty filled the air around us. Inside the car, tension hung heavy, and a silence settled in. I expected Deangelo to bombard me with questions about my betrayal, seeking answers to make sense of the complicated situation we were entangled in. However, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. Even Alessandro's voice, discussing plans for a counterattack and the complete destruction of the remaining Amato pack, failed to grab his attention. The silence dragged on, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered queries. The journey back seemed never-ending, and with each passing moment, my unease grew. I stole glances at Deangelo, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thoughts, but his inner turmoil remained hidden. Alessandro's excitement was palpable, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Luca, always the strategist, recognized the potential benefits of the plan, acknowledging that it
Living with the Enemy. 137: Grip of Bruno Amato.
Deangelo. Doubt started to creep into my mind as I looked around at the deserted place that Elena had given me the address for. Should I turn back? It wasn't because of fear, but rather because I couldn't understand how Elena could have any connection to this location or how she even knew about it. However, my curiosity got the better of me, urging me to keep exploring. Honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. The walls were falling apart, and there was barely any furniture left. I found a chair with no arms and sat down, rocking it back and forth while I waited for Elena to arrive. I hoped she would come and tell me what she wanted, maybe it had something to do with my memories? Time seemed to stretch out as I pondered our situation. I had no immediate plans to marry Elena, that was clear. But deep down, I had a growing sense of certainty that our lives were connected, and our paths would eventually lead us together. In that dimly lit room, I let my thoughts wander. M
Living with the Enemy. 136: Don't self-sabotage.
Mia. At school, I found myself trying to avoid everyone, slipping through the hallways like a shadow. Ever since Andrew and I had broken up, I couldn't help but wonder how things would change. Would the dynamics shift back to how they were before? Would people go back to bullying me or causing trouble just because I was no longer with him? I knew deep down that the connection I had with Andrew was special, but I couldn't help but question if his friends truly liked me for who I was or if they were simply being polite because Andrew was their friend. It was hard not to let my mind wander to the possibility that they were just sticking around to make him happy. As I walked through the school corridors, I couldn't escape the stares and whispers that followed me. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging and speculating. I tried my best to maintain my composure and not let their opinions affect me, but it was easier said than done. I had always been aware that my relationship wit
Living with the Enemy. 135: Memories of Elena.
Deangelo. I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties. Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right. As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored
Living with the Enemy. 134: Let yourself come.
Deangelo. I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made. The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my
