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Elena That was the question I wanted to ask, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Instead, I stayed silent and watched as he took another step back from me. I bit my lip as I willed myself to speak. Nothing came out, leaving me perplexed at myself and the state of my will. Nonetheless, I had decided that this would be the last time I would see Damon. Suddenly, a bright idea came into my mind. Perhaps I could write him a note instead, telling him that I wasn't interested in whatever it is he had to offer. "Where I come from," Damon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts about the note. "There was a man who gave everything just to make sure that the city was livable. Granted, it wasn't perfect and many sacrifices were made, but for the most part, it was fine. Until his reign began to fester." At this point, he was talking about how he had joined those that betrayed my father. I turned my head to one side, hoping he wouldn't see the anger that was on my features and continue his self-a
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Elena A part of me thought that the agreement was centered around how their son would marry whichever daughter my father would have, which was me. One day, I overheard Rodrigo talking to another one of my uncles about how he didn't like how much power was coming to my father. Of course, the younger version of me discounted the conversation and chalked it up to a simple game. Frederick flashed a bright smile at me as he made his way towards me. His bright blue eyes twinkled like stars in an otherwise dark sky. I got up from my seat and anticipated the hug that I knew was coming. As I placed my head on his chest, my eyes caught Cassandra glaring daggers at me. I should have noticed then that she had only coveted what was mine. I felt an icy cold feeling as if I were doused with water, pulling me out of my dreams. I opened my eyes, only to be met by darkness. But I wasn't in darkness, I realized. My head was covered by a dark cloth. As my senses adjusted to the darkness, I realized
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Elena Of course, Paul said nothing. The Kingpin, however, was unusually chatty. "I was very surprised to find out that you were the one who was taking my money. Of course, your family was so kind as to promise me multiples of the figure you've stolen," he remarked. "I didn't steal anything from you. I won the money fair and square. Most of those fights were fixed. So tell me, how are you able to break the system? This is the ironclad system that had worked for years before you came?" I replied, feeling a surge of defiance. "I have my men looking into you, they found nothing. It's almost like you appeared from the face of the world suddenly," he chuckled as he walked beside me, the clanking sound of the tips of his gold-tipped shoes bothering me as I flinched with each step he took. "But it doesn't matter now. You will get what is due to you, and I will get what is due to me. Your friend can attest to that," he gestured towards Paul, who stayed silent throughout the exchange. "But
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Elena The nurse led me to an empty ward. After checking my bruises and taking samples from it, she scribbled into a chart and smiled at me. “I'm sure you'll be fine. Your boyfriend insisted that you see a doctor.” Boyfriend? Damon had told her he was my boyfriend. I fought the urge to face palm as I felt heat risk into my cheeks. “He's not my boyfriend.” I muttered as I suddenly found the patterns on the bruise on my wrists so interesting. The nurse apparently didn't hear me, she was scribbling furiously into her chart. She suddenly looked up and flashed her pearly whites at me. Ack! So bright. “The doctor will see you soon.” She clicked her tongue and scurried off. As I say there alone, my mind went to the way Damon had looked at me earlier. His face showed betrayal. I had betrayed him in some way. He said a lot of things that made sense, but I was done. I was done with the following and running. I was done with constantly looking over my shoulder. I wanted to live in my ter
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Damon She was the most infuriating woman I had ever encountered. Infuriating and freaking perfect in every way humanly possible. Her dark red hair cascaded down her back in thick curls that I longed to pull; her pale skin called my name to lick every inch of it. She had an effect on me, and she knew it. Ever since the moment I met her, she had me wrapped around her little finger, especially when she walked away from me, giving a perfect view of her plump ass. No. I shook my head. I wasn't the kind of man to be pulled in by a woman. I had worked too hard to be that guy, at least I thought I was at the time I met her. She was guarded. Her eyes shone with a glint of knowledge despite the skepticism that was my greeting. Things were easier when she was just Elena. I could kiss Elena, play with her, flirt with her, and fuck Elena to my heart's content. I could chalk her skepticism up to normal caution some women exercise when they were around me. I didn't blame her for the skepticism
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Damon "Why is your accountant doing shady business?" I asked the one I called the bull. In reality, his name was Ricolletti. He was one of the seven barons or seven lords of the mafia city of Ofalia. He was one of the stronger ones and pulled in the most men in terms of workforce. He was the sort of man I shouldn't have as an enemy, but the man loved to antagonize me, and when I was pushed, I would push back. "I don't understand what you're talking about, my king," he said with a slight bow. "I'm going to give you a sound warning, Ricoletti. If I hear one little sound, and if I have to kill any one of your people, it'll be your family that's next. The harbor is for all of us to share, not just you." "So, you think they want to retaliate because of that little exchange? The six lords are not as strong as I thought." "Don't understand," Frank said, in warning. "During that, as well, led the previous mafia king to begin his downfall. Don't think you can command all of them. You need
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Isabella This would be the second time I would admit to myself that Damon confused me. He was too gentle, too soft to attend to much, a contrast between him and the person that fought. It was also a stark contrast from the man that dished out orders in front of me. He barked commands, directed the men moving to action, and they did. But his movements and that of his men were like a slow-motion movie. My heart was the only thing moving. I don't normally pace, or perhaps it was moving too fast. My mind seemed to match the pace as countless scenarios kept running through my mind. Each of them was worse than the last. In one of my imaginations, Paula was killed first because she didn't spend as much time with me, and Julian was tortured. In another imagination, they were both dropped into a pool filled with piranhas that ripped their flesh from their bones, leaving the pool a dark red color. I knew what Cassandra was capable of. She was mad, twisted, and the past 8 years must have made
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Isabella Damon looked like he wanted to say something, but I was hoping he wouldn't press further about my sudden silence. He should understand that I was not mentally in a good place. "I want you to know that we're going to find your friends," he said, seemingly pulled out from a brief momentary confusion. I said nothing, I did nothing, but I felt much. I kept wondering why I was here. The thought occurred to me that perhaps I shouldn't have called him, but instead, I should have run and forgotten all about this. Maybe when I got to Norway, I would have called Damon and told him about what happened. I would have pressed him to be urgent and save their lives if he wanted to find me. But of course, I suddenly realized that today and would have had access to technology and would easily track me. Would it mean that I would throw away my phone? Most likely, along with many other things that could be used to track me. He gave me a reassuring smile. But I couldn't return it. I just sat
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