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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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Damon I was hoping that Isabella would think about what I told her. I trusted that she would, knowing that she was capable of doing so. I had left for the hotel for a meeting with the secretary of the mafia. The snake woman had sent me a message while I was talking to Isabella. The soft vibrations would have been too silent for her to hear, but I felt it. "I have some information for you," she said. "Meet me at the place of our last meeting." I directed Alessandro and Miguel to keep an eye on the women while Philippe drove me. He was socially awkward, but where he made up for his shyness was his speed in a fight. I trusted the man with my life, as he had taken a bullet for me twice. The last time he did was at one of my first functions as the mafia King. The Vivaldi's had hired a pathetic gunman from the lower City, hoping that his anonymity would throw us off their trail. Apparently, the man had been taken from the lower City when he was a child, but it was quite easy to trace w
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Isabella I squealed as soon as Alessandro nodded his head in approval. Instantly, I pulled Paula into my room and shoved a random pair of t-shirt and jeans at her. "I don't think your jeans would fit me," she said. I grabbed a pair of leggings instead, which she accepted. "You have five minutes," I told her as I walked into the shower. "That's not even enough to wash my face," she protested, but I wasn't interested. After all, I was already inside the bathroom and closing the door as I pointed at her. "Five minutes," I repeated with my eyes wide so she could get the message. Taking a 5-minute shower was easy for me. I had learned to be quick and not love water too much since I had bills to pay. This shower, however, held memories of me and Damon. The moment I touched myself to soap up, I remembered Damon's hands on me. It was in such detail, and I could almost feel his warm hands accompanied by the warm shower. His hands went over my breasts with ease, making it comforting and
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Isabella I was nervous. My palms began to sweat as Miguel pulled open the sliding doors of the van. The van was more like a large black bus that I had remembered celebrities used in Korea. Inside was luxurious with beige-colored seats and rug. The dark tinted glass gave the feeling of intimacy, and I was grateful for that. Still, I was nervous. I didn't understand why, but I chalked it up to my lack of knowledge of fashion and not to the fact that I suddenly felt eyes on me. As though Paula could sense my unease, she reached out from her seat across the aisle and rubbed my hand. "I got you," she said with a smile. Miguel sat in the passenger seat in front, Alessandro took the wheel, while Michael wiggled his way through the aisle to sit at the back of the bus. The ride was relatively smooth with little traffic on the way. Paula had directed Alessandro to a famous mall with the best and most expensive designer brands. "Whose money are we spending?" she asked. I had no idea wha
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