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Damon The wait for Miguel and Jacques to come back was grueling. I would have preferred that Valentino wouldn't have been the one to stab the one he called friend, but whatever we were presented with, we would take. Most of the men had left the room, leaving just a handful of us. Finally, I heard the footsteps of the two men, and when they came into the room, I breathed a sigh of relief. Jacques opened his sketchpad to reveal different drawings of Valentino from different angles. It also captured his face in many negative emotions that ranged from sadness to anger. Finally, he flipped open a page. "Don't mind those ones," he said. "I was just getting angles of what Valentino looks like from different perspectives... We don't need to know about that right now." The Frenchman smiled, knowing that I had caught him. "Forgive me," he said sheepishly. He flipped several pages and revealed a startling scene: Valentino crouched over Andrew, who was already bleeding. Valentino's hands
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Damon "Let's go. I've heard what I need to hear," I said and resumed the walk back to the helicopter. "What now?" "I need to make a few calls to Rome." Just as I was talking, I received a phone call. "Martino," I said, recognizing the caller ID. "There's a problem, King," Martino said nervously. "Valentino made some calls. He's closing in on me. I don't know why. He's shutting down some of my businesses." "Come," I said. "Come where?" "Come to the city. You've spent long enough. Before he takes everything you have, consolidate, liquidate, and come here. I'll figure out a place for you." I hung up after that. "Why do you offer him a place here?" "Because he deserves something. He's balanced on the edge from Valentino's side to mine. Besides, those he considered enemies have long since been destroyed. Martinez is dead, and Revaldi is on our side. There's no need for bad blood to continue. I'm sure he'll fit in just right." "Do you intend to put him on the council?" "Maybe. It
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Isabella "So what are you saying? Do you mean that he would literally be walking around as my friend as we speak? But why?" I leaned up and sat. "Why would he do this?" Damon stayed lying down but moved to his back. "I was hoping you would tell me that." I shook my head. "I can only see. I only have permission. I don't know what people are thinking. It would be nice if one of your men had that ability." Damon suddenly started laughing. "There is. But this happened before… Michael left before he discovered it." I debated whether to tell Paula about it, but I didn't think it would be wise. I leaned back down and put my head on Damon's chest. His steady heartbeat began to comfort me. Just as I was beginning to fall asleep again, I heard the pesky sound of his phone vibrating in his pocket. "I'm sorry, bird," he said with a laugh when I smacked his chest. "Is it that bad?" he said slowly. "Give me a moment. I'll send you some help." I peeked at him from my lashes and blinked, al
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Isabella "But not now," he said after pulling away from the kiss, leaving me cold. "I understand. We definitely need to resolve this issue with Valentino and Martinez. But Damon… I'm so happy. This means so much to me." I couldn't help the flood of tears that gathered in my eyes. He let them fall before wiping them away with a kiss. He pulled me into a hug and began to rub my back soothingly as I continued to tear up on his shoulder. Hours later, after several more rounds of lovemaking, I stood in front of Paula's room, nervous and almost unable to knock. "It was just news," I told myself as I raised my hand for the umpteenth time. I dropped it again and began to pace in front of her room. Finally, the door opened to reveal Ted. "Come in, please," he said with a sheepish look on his face. I entered to find Paula coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a silk robe similar to mine. "Dude, you've been there for a while." "Couldn't sleep," she said with a laugh. Ted walked back towa
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Isabella A phone call woke me up. I groaned as I fumbled out of my bed, over Damon's warm body, and then to my dresser table. "Hello?" I said, groggy, half-asleep, and not bothering to check who it was. "It's me," a familiar voice said. "Frederick?" "Though lovely to hear from you this early morning. I thought I told you not to make a habit of waking me up." "It's urgent. Sorry, but this is the only time I can call. Cassandra goes on her morning workout by this time. It's the only time I had to call. Look, she's crazy. She's actually batshit crazy, and I know that it's wrong of me to do this, but if I started, I might as well just finish it. So, what do you want to finish?" He was silent for a moment, and then I heard movement. "If you want to find the Ravella, I need assurance of my safety when Cassandra goes down. I need you to keep me safe. I need the Mafia King... He's the only one that can keep me safe from her. I know he has an army, and I know his men are strong and well-
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Isabella My mind was almost shot off as my hand reached for my phone to send Frederick a message. "Curfew," I heard Frank say, but I wasn't able to question him further as my fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, forming words. "How soon can you leave?" I asked, instantly hearing a reply. "Just give me a time, and I will be where you need me to be." "Where?" I asked Frank. "I will send the message when we reach the lower town. Who knows who's around him. Tell him to prepare; he will get words soon enough." I texted the words as fast as possible, and Frederick's reply was fine. I got up from my seat and stretched my hand towards Paula. "Let's go." As we ascended the stairs, she began to ask questions. "How long do you think this is going to take? Definitely, I'll take casual clothes, but should I pack an overnight bag, right?" "Yes to the overnight bag, yes to the casual clothes, but I don't know how long it will take—maybe a day or two." We reached my room, and I briskly walk
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Isabella "You want the extra security. Why? Do you want to betray me or the mafia King? If you do, you're not going to live to see another day." "I know that," he said with his hands up. "But trust me, I haven't thought of betraying anyone. Like I said, Cassandra is mad. Ever since that day... when you came, she's been screaming, shouting at everyone and everything, sometimes shouting at herself when she's alone. I'm scared for my life. I'm scared for a lot of things, but the worst... the worst of everything is that she's begun to get violent. She started smashing glasses at the staff and the maids, to the point where she even cut a girl's jugular. I've never seen so much blood in my life. Of course, the girl is dead, but I think that's just the beginning. She's scared that somehow, at the next meeting, she's not going to be able to hold her seat. She's also scared that you'll confront her again and demand she vacate the manor. So you're here to make sure that I don't meet her ag
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Isabella "We are not going to the warehouse," he said. "Where we're going is behind the warehouse. I'll show you," he added as Miguel opened the door from the outside. Once all of us had alighted, Damon directed three men to stay behind. "Watch over the vans," Damon instructed as we turned. "Ted," I called the man over to me as we walked, with Frederick leading the group. "And I want you to check something for me," I told him quietly. "Anything for the princess," he responded in an equally quiet voice. "Once we get inside, I want a clear x-ray vision of the building blueprints or whatever you call it. Damon is going to need it soon. Also, do the same thing for the house Frederick stays in. It belongs to my father, and you'll find it under the archives in his name. I remember the city has a digital archive, so you'll find it. Once you do, give it to Damon. He'll need it." "Right away, princess. But wait," he said, clutching my arm just as he was about to turn around. "Do it aft
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