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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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Damon "Clear the road!" I yelled at Miguel, who promptly pushed two cars aside as if they were toys. Once the dust settled, I opened the van door and climbed in. Isabella looked at me with bright eyes and a small smile. "It's the mask, isn't it?" she asked, touching its cold surface, quieting the whispers of rage and destruction. Her hand moved to untie the mask before pulling it off my face. I knew my eyes were probably blazing with golden fire, but she didn't seem to mind. "Where are we going?" she asked as I took a seat beside her and pulled her onto my lap. Breathing in her scent, I felt the rage inside me begin to dissipate. "We're going to the ship," I said in a gravelly voice. "Are we going to see Joseph? I've missed his bread." "I don't think he'll have bread on the ship," I responded, growing frustrated not with her question but because my body didn't want to move anymore. I tapped Ted beside me, signaling him to help. "The ship is like a mobile base of operations, a sa
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Damon It was night by the time Frederick came up on deck, his face green. "Can we get off?" he asked, choosing his words carefully. "Do you have someone to take us?" Alessandro asked, leaning back against the railings. "We were supposed to go somewhere else," Frederick said. "I recognize it. It's on the coastline, so maybe we could just stop for a moment to get off." "Show him when you're done talking to the captain," I told Alessandro. I turned back to the sea, watching the steady small waves the Mediterranean made against the ship. "Boss," Miguel called out. "You need to look at this." He led me down into the belly of the ship. Ted sat cross-legged in the middle of broken drones, with Joseph on the other end of the room wiping his eyes. Ted's fingers moved quickly, disassembling the little metal objects until they lay destroyed in front of him. He put his hand on his face, rubbing his lips with his index finger and thumb, then looked at everything with his eyes turning black a
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Damon Bodies hung upside down, bearing a striking resemblance to a butchery. Beside each body was a tag and a picture. From where I stood, I could see each picture perfectly. Each one showed Cassandra standing over the bodies with a crazed smile. Underneath each picture was an inscription: "It was a mistake," written in a shaky handwriting. "What the fuck is this?" Miguel finally managed to ask. "An overindulgence of a madwoman," Alessandro answered as he entered the room. There were a total of seven bodies, signaling seven murders. "Take the pictures. When you're done, we burn it to the ground," I said as I exited the room. Barely an hour later, I stood outside the building with Stefano beside me. He conjured a ball of fire in his hand, grinning as it grew the size of his head. He leaned back suddenly and threw the ball like a baseball pitch, with perfect form. The fireball hit the door hanging off its hinges and went straight into the building, engulfing it in flames and sendin
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Damon "That literally makes no sense," Alessandro said behind me. "This man clothed you. He gave you purpose. He gave you a family. And all you can think about is your own?" Ted, whom I expected to speak, said nothing. He just looked at the man he called brother and turned his eyes away. "I'm tired of this," I said as I stood up. "I will give you one day—two days—to get your shit and get out of my city. If I catch you anywhere near my shores, I will hack you to pieces until there's nothing left. Let's go," I said to my men. Armed with the new evidence we had, we decided to take the sea route back to the city. I bid Joseph and the captain goodbye as the vans pulled away from the ship with us inside. The ride back to the upper city was silent. I replayed the sight of Michael over and over again in my mind until my heart began to ache at his betrayal and potential loss. Perhaps no one had ever recorded a withdrawal from the mask like that, but I began to feel as though a door was cl
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Isabella I stood in front of the large double doors of the manor. The wood was so familiar, as was the entire environment. It was so nostalgic standing there one more time. I reached out toward the door handle and slowly pulled it down, remembering the feel of the last time I did it. I pushed the door open and stepped into the marble foyer. It was grand, pristine, and beautiful, just as I remembered. Above a small fountain stood a large chandelier made with gold and diamond crystals. I remembered the first time it was brought inside. Father was standing by the stairs, watching the men wield it in different parts. They mounted their ladders and began to assemble it slowly. Eventually, after three days, they finished putting together the chandelier. Frederick came out of the door to the left, which I remembered led to the dining and kitchen areas, as well as the walkway that led to the West Wing. "I remember when this was brought," I pointed at the fountain. "I must have been five.
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Isabella "For the first time in a while, I slept quite well, even though I had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind that something was going to happen. I woke up to find Paula staring at me with her hands on her hips and her lips locked in a pout. "What did I do?" I managed to croak out as I pushed myself to a sitting position. "You didn't tell me about what happened in the lower City. I had to squeeze the story from Ted. Look what he made me," she suddenly broke out into a smile as she sat on the bed beside me after climbing over my body and even pulling on my hair with her hands. "Look," she said again as she opened her hand to reveal a small rose made of metal. "This is so cute," I told her as I picked up the rose. It suddenly turned into a bracelet and then back to a rose. "It's not for you," she said. "It doesn't really turn into a bracelet on my hand and stay that way. It also has these beautiful patterns of roses all around it. Damon said he saw Michael. He said he loo
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