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Damon

I woke up early as usual and broke out into a jog. Deep in thought, my legs began to move faster until the landscape around me almost faded into a blur.

My eyes widened as I skidded to a stop in front of the gym to find Frank.

“It's started.” he said as he pointed at my shoes.

It was steaming. I could almost feel eaxh gravel stone under my feet signifying that the soles were almost threadbare.

“Once I fix Vivaldi, we'll talk. You and the men.” I told him as I walked into the gym.

It was as I thought. Donatella didn't move for over a week. My mind, however, was divided between her and Isabella. Or, more accurately, it's a balanced friend who seemed to be so heartbroken that Isabella barely had time for me. I turned to Michael after working out the morning after the first week.

"You better have a good reason to break up with that girl. If it's bad, I promise you I will fucking kill you. But before that, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat." Michael loo