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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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Isabella Damon mustard sensed the amount of trouble I was in and lowered his head to my breasts before covering one nipple with his mouth. I let out a sigh of relief as though I had been waiting for him to do that. Inside his mouth his tongue flicked over my nipple sending blissful notes of pleasure down my spine and then to my puss. I gasped and moaned, screaming occasionally as he continued this way for a while. In a moment, he began to toy with the waistband of my trousers before popping open the button. I suppose this snapped me out of my momentary haze of pleasure because I was able to talk coherent words. "Wait," I whispered, and he stopped to look at my face. "I don't know if I'm ready for this," I managed to say what was on my mind, but it was a mistake. He didn't need to know what I was ready for. It seemed like my body was ready for any passion underneath the shower or anywhere. "Was it?" he asked as though he didn't hear me, making me repeat myself. "I'm not ready," I
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Damon Isabella was changing for the better. Her heart was getting stronger and would soon become a force to be reckoned with. She needed to be fine with authorizing the death of one or two. She needed to get used to seeing blood and death. I was sure she would be used to it soon, but taking her anywhere near Avalia was a mistake. But I didn't want to leave. The promise of having Isabella beneath me felt more important than saving her friends, but again, I gave my word and I would fulfill it. I stepped towards her and gathered her smaller frame into my arms before kissing her full on the lips. She responded in the most delicious manner as her arms snaked around my neck. Her sweet little mouth opened up even before I thought to ask. Her tongue met mine, and we both groaned into the kiss. We danced instead of fighting for dominance, but she was submissive, letting my tongue take the lead, searching her mouth, drilling it into her mind that her mouth was mine and so was the rest of her
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Isabella Damon had returned again. Although this time it felt different. Him picking me up like that and kissing me felt like it was something he had done every day, and I was used to it. Was it an intentional ploy by him? If it was, what was he getting at? Questions such as these swirled in my mind until I saw her again. The kind old maid came back again with a trolley instead of a tray, with a wide smile plastered on her wrinkled face. She reminded me of someone I knew from my childhood. She reminded me of my old maid. It wasn't just about the fact that they looked alike; it was their characters that were the same. Edna would always greet me with a wide smile plastered on her tanned, wrinkled face. Her skin had reminded me of old leather. But the condition of her skin did not faze her; instead, she would smile every time she saw me, give me a squeeze on my cheeks. She didn't stop this even long after I had become a teenager. She made me feel like a child, but not in a way that I
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Damon The warehouse was large and mostly dilapidated. Parts of the roof and walls were broken, making it a den for the homeless and a place most gangs avoided. Apparently, these people had done a quick job of sending away the homeless and cleaning it up. I nodded for Alessandro to go ahead and pick the lock of the barbed wire fence surrounding the warehouse. He was an expert at such tasks, and I trusted him with it. His leaner figure, however, made him an easy prey for many, especially when surrounded by the rest of us. It was always a mistake, but being slightly leaner meant he was fast. The little assignment of picking the lock took him only a few seconds as he quickly removed the padlock and gently swung the gate open. Stealth was exactly my plan for the night; after all, it wouldn't matter once they were dead or out. The man I had briefly discussed the plan with and the van on our way there decided it would be a good idea to be quiet until the point of entry. This was a good s
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