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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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Damon "Text me the location," I told Philippe. It wasn't as though I didn't trust his words, neither was it as though I found Alessandro and the two of them to be incapable of protecting her. I just wanted to feel better. Anything could happen, and if anything did happen, I would curse myself for not being there. "What?" I asked after Philippe mentioned something. "The address. So, I know where it is. I'll drive you there immediately," I hummed in response. The place was big. There was too much security, but I trusted that Alessandro knew exactly what to do and to always be on the lookout. Then again, I also knew that Isabella was quite paranoid, and she herself would also be on the lookout. "Sweep the environment. I don't like what I'm seeing, " I told Philippe, who nodded and instantly went to work. There were a few suspicious individuals, so I decided to keep an eye on them. A few minutes later, I spotted the familiar figure of Michael. It was difficult not to see him, after
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Isabella Hiding my emotions was something I was good at. Hiding them in public was even better. But with Damon, it was so hard. I felt it before he touched me. I could see the way Alessandro looked over my head, his eyes flashing with recognition. He turned to whisper to Miguel, who played it smart and didn't turn to look. My heart skipped a couple of beats when I felt his arms circle my waist, pulling me closer until my back hit his muscular chest. I fought the urge to purr when his lips touched mine, his hand around my neck. Waves after waves of hot liquid pooled in my underwear. Only Damon. It was only him that could bring out such a response from me. Paula was saying something to him, but I couldn't hear her, neither could I participate in the conversation. Instead, I was enjoying the way his chest vibrated behind me with each word he spoke. Before I knew it, he led me to another store. Unfortunately, we got separated, and Paula was yet having one of her antics. A few dres
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