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DamonShe was perfection. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin covered was sheer perfection. Just as I had thought, she had a small waist that flared out into wide, lush hips. Her thighs were thick and juicy, making me want to grab hold of them for dear life. But I had promised her that I wouldn't try anything. I walked into that one by myself, only to ensure that she felt safe with me. It was hard keeping my sanity in the shower. Inversely, her sweet, plump ass jiggled against my thighs or my hips, causing me pain as I became hard beyond belief. It wasn't so bad, however. I knew there would be better things that would happen later, but for now, we needed trust.After the shower, she sat on my bed clad in a white bathrobe, a towel on her hair tied in a fashion that I would never understand. I was dressing up in my signature black outfit as I was preparing for the impromptu meeting. Isabella had made me happy, so perhaps I would decide not to hurt anybody today.Suddenly, our ey
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Damon"I don't understand why you are feeling attached to this girl," the woman said. "Her existence is an attack on your dynasty. Her existence is a question to the legitimacy of your rule."If Martino was power hungry, perhaps he would listen to his wife. If I was like the Rodrigos, I would definitely listen. But Esmeralda didn't understand something. She didn't know that I had taken the mafia throne on instruction. But she didn't need to know. After all, she and her husband would be dying shortly.The snake woman seated in the middle of both companies looked at me and cleared her throat. She scribbled something on a note and passed it over to me.In elegant words, it read: "If anything happens to the Rivaldis, there's a chance that all of the mafia in Italy will come after you. They are here under the protection of the the Don of Rome."I crumpled the paper when I was done and tossed it over my shoulder. "I don't like repeating myself," I said. "The Montenegros are the rightful own
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Isabella Once Damon left, I went back into my room and put on a clean pair of gray tracksuits and a dark t-shirt. Just as I was dressing myself, my door was assaulted by a knock. I didn't want visitors; my biggest interest at the moment was to sleep and gather the energy that Damon had taken from me. I blushed suddenly, remembering Damon. As I opened the door, I found Julian standing there. His face looked better; the black eye had mostly reduced in swelling, even though the color was darker. His cheek had a large plaster on it, indicating that the skin must still be healing. "Do you need something?" I asked him as he walked in. "No, I want to ask you some things," he said, taking a seat on one of my couches. His right foot started to bounce, a nervous tick that made me wonder why he was nervous. "What is it?" I asked gently. "Your boyfriend. Just to clarify... he's that tattooed guy, right? From the arena?" he asked. "Yes," I said. Julian looked confused for a moment, then l
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Isabella Julian's face remained a mask of strength. In fact, if anything, he looked as though he was ready to pull me out and run away with me. I shook my head at him, a silent warning, and decided to tell him. "If you try anything funny, you're going to get hurt," I warned Julian. He didn't like the sound of that. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the door. His grip was strong, and it felt as though it would bruise my hand. "Julian, stop!" I yelled. Once we left the room and came into the passageway, I had made so much noise that Paula stepped out of her room. She looked disheveled and cute to a certain point. I wondered why Julian didn't find her attractive. Instead, he had pushed his emotions toward the wrong place. I realized that perhaps Julian had always liked me, but I never saw it. Maybe one day he planned to ask me out, but he never did, even though we had known each other for a couple of years. "Julian, stop," I said, putting more force into my words, hoping he wo
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Isabella"Damon," I whispered in fear, as though the wind would carry the sound of my voice to him. It was no surprise that my voice didn't reach him.I called out again, slightly higher than a whisper. It was a silent plea, an intimate one only meant for his ears. I walked to him and caught sight of Alessandro at my periphery.He was stoic. He had seen this before. He was familiar with Damon looking like that. I touched Damon's shoulder when I finally reached him. He didn't move. Because I was still locked on Julian, who had begun to sweat. "Damon," I said with more force to my voice. He was still unresponsive. I had only one choice left, and I was going to do it. I quickly grabbed Damon's collar and pulled his head down towards me, then planted the kiss on his lips. He was quick to respond, with his mouth opening up and receiving my tongue. His hands, which were clenched beside him, wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. Bad move.My shoulder was in excruciating pain, caus
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IsabellaDamon scoffed and looked away, wearing a frown mixed with an expression that I hadn't seen before, and frankly, it made me apprehensive.Perhaps I truly didn't know this man, and I was getting way over my head with him. I wasn't ready for this.“I spent my whole life until I was 13 in the lower City.” Damon started talking in a low voice with his face turned away from me.“In that place, I barely saw the sun, and buildings were packed tightly together.Every street smelled like feces and death. There was no bright side to things. Even the beach was littered with filth, and every so often, we would find the body of a child or two washed up by the waves.I heard that your father became the mafia King when I was younger, but frankly, most of us who grew up in the lower City didn't care. It didn't matter who was the mafia king; after all, the lower City was the mafia's playground for farming poor toys like us.Every week or two, I would lose a childhood friend to some mysterious
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Isabella"You clearly don't remember who you are," Damon said. "Marcel did not raise a weak child. You've forgotten his sacrifice. You've forgotten your mother's sacrifice, and you have forgotten the betrayal.Maybe I should leave you alone so you can remember. But come what may, you will sit on the mafia throne. You will take your place."Damon got up and left with his blazing heat, leaving me cold. But most importantly, his words resonated in my mind, and perhaps I had forgotten.But what was so wrong in forgetting? After all, I needed to survive. I needed to. Suddenly, it struck me that I was the problem. The fact that I needed to survive, or at least I told myself that I needed that.Survival instinct took the fight away from me and made me want to run.There was suddenly a knock on the door, and an announcement by Alessandro told me that it was the doctor. I said nothing as the man came in.He was dressed in a simple blue shirt and black slacks with a dark blue tie. He had glasse
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IsabellaAlessandro entered after a gentle knock, holding a small plastic bag containing the medications and ointments prescribed by the doctor. "Thank you," I said as he handed it over to me."Where is he? Damon?" I asked."He is outside," Alessandro replied. "He said he has some quick business to attend to. He'll be back shortly," he said in an even-toned voice.He looked as though he would never get angry in his life. Perhaps he would, but I had never seen expressions on his face thus far. He gave me a nod and left.Paula walked in soon after. "Are you okay?" she asked. "They said I could see you once the doctor was done." Her face was a mask of deep concern.I gave her a reassuring smile and patted the foamy couch beside me for her to sit. She was still dressed in a bathrobe, and I made a mental note to give her some of mine. Although I wasn't sure they would fit, at least it would be better than the robe."I didn't know he was like that," Paula said referring to Julian, tears sti
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