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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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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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Damon “Leads? I asked the burly man who jogged up to me, named Miguel. "No, sir," he said with a slight bow. "But there's word from the Ravildis. They said the Ricolettis have moved to take over the harbor. It's not just that, sir. There are representatives from the upper cities here, and they want to see you." I put my hand on my chin as my mind swirled with possibilities. "Who are they?" I asked Miguel. "It's not just from the six families, sir. What time?" "In 2 days. The meeting is in 2 days." "Call the Italian Mafia. I don't want this to end in a bloodbath." "Yes, sir." Miguel walked off with brisk footsteps, and now I just needed to hear word about Cassandra. As if on cue, I received Frank's phone call. "I'm hoping it's good news," I said. "I've got good news and I've got bad news," Frank replied. "You might have heard that the ladies have moved to take over the harbor. But it's not just that. It's like the families are getting ready to improve on them. And then, of cou
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IsabellaAnswering the name Isabella was still strange to me. My brain had shut off from most things related to my family for the past eight years. Seeing all these large men with guns only made me remember things, making the name strange."Isabella," Damon said as he crowded in front of me. I thought he looked better. His skin was glowing, his eyes bright, his lips moist. I was willing to bet I looked like a train wreck. I felt like one, so I knew my face and the rest of me would carry the same message. He smiled softly and then leaned over to plant a kiss on my forehead."Why are you doing this?" I asked him, genuinely confused. His eyebrows turned downwards for an instant, and his lips curled up at the edge. Perhaps he was angry at my question, but he didn't look like he was willing to answer. "I have told you before," he said. "I've been looking for you for so long.""Why have you been looking for me for so long? Am I some sort of object of infatuation or something to absolve your
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Damon I left my heart with Isabella. She should hold onto it for the time being. After all, having a heart was fatal. Not the organ everyone had. The seat of where all the dumb decisions were made, such as going to her to listen to what she was saying. So, I felt broken when she said to leave. So, I left with her. I needed to be heartless for the meeting that was coming up. "Miguel," I called out to the large man who poked his head into my room after I had dressed up. "My King," he said. "We're going into a little meeting," I said as I walked to my room. "Tell Alessandro to get the car ready." "Which one, sir?" he asked. "The business one," I said. I took off my white shirt and pulled out the black one from inside my dresser. "Right away, sir," I heard his retreating steps behind me as I took off my trousers and made my way to the shower. I chose not to tell Alessandro that I had an idea. The Kingpin had a business associate that was linked heavily with the mafia both in Rome
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Damon "I don't know what you're talking about," the man said with a smug smile on his face. He knew I had no evidence, no proof—essentially, I couldn't hold him to anything but a baseless claim. But I knew that. However, he didn't know what I had up my sleeve. I bent to look at him. "Do you know who I am?" I asked calmly behind my mask. "Of course. Everyone knows who you are. The masked King, the mafia king of that great city of Avalia," he replied. "But this is Rome, this is Italy. You're out of your roots. You cannot come here and behave this way. There are rules, systems to all of this." Milano broke out into a smile, exposing his gilded teeth. "Perhaps in your little island, there were no rules. After all, the authorities you have, the mafia King and the six ruling households, crime—everything that is dark and horrid—runs amok in your streets. But here, we have rules that we follow. Our kind works from the shadows, and we are respected for doing so. Perhaps it would be a better
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IsabellaA monster came inside with blood on his hands and what happened to be a mask on his face. He seemed like a creature of darkness dressed in his all-black suit. He took off the jacket that was bloodied and wet, exposing a black shirt underneath with black suspenders and black trousers.His shirt was undone at the first two buttons, exposing bronze skin. I would recognize him anywhere. But Damon truly looked like a beast.My heart raced in my chest as my eyes once again took in the blood on his hands and the blood on the mask. Slowly, his gloved hands reached up to his face and pulled off the mask in one swift motion. His face was clear, but his ears and neck somehow had blood on them."I found out where they are," he said with a look of relief on his face. He had killed someone, and no one needed to tell me that, after all, that amount of blood didn't come from gently slapping someone around, neither did it come from a gentle punch. He walked over to me and squatted until he wa
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