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Isabella I swapped my heels for huge Crocs that were so comfortable my feet wanted to sink inside. Paired with them were a small pair of shorts that I found and the baggy T-shirt that I stole from Damon back in Rome. I took a little stroll to Paula's room. When she answered, her eyes were sleepy, and her neck was decorated with hickeys, just like mine was earlier that morning. Her lips were puffy and pink, and she had this drained, giddy smile on her face. "I'll come back later," I said and went back to my room. I had somehow taken a wrong turn because I found myself lost. There was no staff around, and not a soul was inside the vast marble hallways for me. Suddenly, I heard the clopping sound of male shoes and, hoping I would see Briggs, it was Valentino I saw instead. "I couldn't help but follow you, princess," he said, slurring the last word, making my skin crawl. "That's bad here. He might get angry," I said and turned to leave. "Are you lost?" he asked with a smirk on his fa
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Isabella After another shower, being careful not to wet my hair, Paula was currently twisting my hair into yet another updo. On the bed lay a long green dress that I had glimpsed a couple of times but hadn't dared to touch in the closet. Beside it was yet another pair of dark red heels, similar to the ones I wore that morning but a bit lower and with more embellishments. The dress was made of silk, sand was sleeveless, and backless. I felt as though I would be extremely exposed, especially since she was styling my hair upwards instead of letting it flow around my shoulders and waist. "It's a dress meant to show off your shoulders and back. There's no reason to hide them under your hair," Paula said as she continued to gently pull my hair. Moments later, she finished and moved on to my face. With a few strokes of her brush, she had put my face into a somewhat acceptable fashion with minimal makeup. Around my neck, she placed a simple necklace, along with matching earrings, a ring
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Isabella"That sneaky little bastard. I don't think it's a good idea to keep him here. But he's the dawn of Rome," I reminded Damon. "Even if he is sneaky and a bastard, which I agree with both, I also think he might be useful. At least in his connections and resources," I said.Damon turned around with an expression I hadn't expected. "I don't like how he looked at you. I'd threatened to gouge his eyes out when we were alone if you went near him or if he looked at you like that.Maybe I shouldn't get you dresses like this anymore. Maybe you should wear them for me alone," he said, taking steps towards me."I'm fine with that," I said, laughing slightly and sticking out my tongue, even if it was just to provoke Paula in my mind. "What was the proposition?" Damon asked, drawing me out of my thoughts."He wants part of the city. He wants some of the land; he basically wants to run Rome, or at least an extension of it here," I said, trying to keep my words even.Damon smiled a bitter sm
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DamonAt first, I panicked when I saw that Isabella was not beside me. But after a moment of thinking things through, I realized she was most likely fine.I got up from bed, took a quick shower, and made my way to the gym before spotting her with Paula by the fountain. I suddenly had an urge to eavesdrop on both of them. It was an old wives' action which I wasn't used to, but I felt I needed to do it. With calculated steps, I made my way closer and sat on the other edge of the fountain as I put on my gym shoes."Doesn't it give you the creeps?" Paula asked, mirroring some of the thoughts I had inside."He does," Isabella responded. "I've decided that it's better to keep Valentino off the island. He knows a lot about the way things work outside the city. He could prove to be a useful ally in the future. But I can't give him what he wants. No.He can't have the city or any part of the island. In fact, I can't believe I didn't think about this before. My father left me a complete island
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Damon "What do you know that I don't?" I asked, teasing him with a smile and muttered a thank you to the bartender who placed a glass of whiskey in front of me. "I hear he's hiding something. I know he might have brought back the princess with him, but..." I trailed off internally, hating the way he spit out the word 'princess.' Suddenly, I wanted to punch this sheltered boy and watch him writhe in pain as he clutched his broken nose. His nose was suddenly too straight. "You don't say. Wouldn't you know that?" he asked me. "The masked king is a very secretive person. Even with how close I am to him, I still don't know what he looks like. I think he did bring someone with him, but there's a chance that it might be a fake. He sent me to Spain to search for the girl, but we didn't find her," I said as I leaned closer toward him. “No way. But I heard she was in the lower city.” Frederick said the his eyes wide. “Trust me, she wouldn't survive a day in the lower city.” I said as I
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DamonI closed my eyes and quieted the sounds around me until I heard nothing but my heartbeat. I could feel the steady pull of the mask, craving violence and death."Hush now, you'll get your fill," I told it in my mind, and it quieted in response. I felt almost euphoric as we lifted off the ground and moved through the air. As I had promised, fire would go up tonight. As I had promised, there would be death tonight. In no time, I felt the helicopter begin to descend as we steadily got lowered to the ground. As soon as we did, I let the sounds back in and exited the helicopter.The mask began to hum again, craving, crying for blood and death. This time, I couldn't stop the cry.I grit my teeth as I felt a surge of power flood through my bones.We had stopped right inside Martinez's estate. In the distance, the manor's sounds were coming out from the well-lit windows, almost as though there was a party."Looks like there's a party," I heard Miguel say beside me. "I'm sure they wouldn
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DamonFrank had been beaten up rather badly. His eyebrow was split, and his lip was busted in multiple places, bleeding profusely. I was willing to bet he had a broken tooth or two in his mouth. His bloody grin cemented my opinion. I leaned down and began untying his binds. I suddenly realized I could snap the ropes which gave out under the slightest pressure from me as though it were twigs. I snapped the ropes around his feet hands and the one binding him to the chair across his chest.He didn't move until I lifted him under the arm and draped his arm across my shoulder. His feet dragged behind him, but it was clear he struggled to stay upright as his breathing was labored. I kept silent as I climbed the stairs, respecting Frank's condition.Outside, the middle-aged woman stood between Miguel and Alessandro, neither of whom paid her any attention, but she was trembling in fear.As soon as they saw me, the duo moved to open the car door. Within a few minutes, Frank was in the car, an
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Damon I leaned back into my chair and caught Frank's eyes moving behind his eyelids. I reached to my neck and pulled on the cross necklace seated there, beginning to play with the pendant. "Do you remember when I got you that?" Frank said with a raspy voice. I chuckled. "Yeah. It made no sense to me why..." I suddenly looked up to find Frank looking at me with clear eyes. "You're awake," I forced out after swallowing the lump that appeared in my throat. "Looks like it," he rasped out again. "It's hard to sleep with you fumbling around like that. Not to mention that beeping sound is very annoying." His head turned in the direction of the heart monitor beside the bed. I couldn't help the laugh that came out of my mouth along with the prickling sensation of tears in my eyes. I turned my head and forced them back inside. "Are you crying, boy?" Frank asked. "No," I lied. "Turn your face back and let me see you. You're the only one that gets to come on to me like that," he said. "Ho
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