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Damon

"Who is Ivan?" Isabella asked beside me.

"Oh, please let me tell the story," Miguel said as he sat at the table. Her eyes brightened as her elbows propped on the table and her palms held her chin.

"Ivan was one of the first, one of the first brothers, in fact. If anything, he was more of a brother to the boss than we were followers to him. They had this unique relationship. I don't know how they met, but all I remember is that they were always together."

"Shut up and eat your food, boy," Frank yelled as he slammed his hand on the table, causing Isabella to jump. "She's so cute," I thought to myself with a smile.

"Why don't you tell the story?" Frank said to me.

I shook my head. "It's better if Ivan tells it. I'm going to skip on some details," I said as I cut a piece of my pancake and shoved it into my mouth to avoid talking.

"I sent him out for a moment, and he came back with a stray Russian mad boy. That's how they met," Frank said dismissively.

"Isabella, enough," I s