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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