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Damon Worry barely scratched the surface of what I felt when Miguel called me to tell me they were being attacked. I drove as fast as I could to the address he texted me. I wasn't fast enough, I thought, as I kept being stopped by unnecessary roadblocks along the way. When asked to slow down, the kind police officer would tell me, "There's a roadblock ahead with an accident along the way you're going." Most times I didn't wait for them to finish; I just drove off. Philippe sat beside me with his hand on the dashboard, making me feel as though I was driving too fast when I could. When my eyes turned back to the road, I saw yet another traffic point. I hit the steering wheel in anger and desperately searched for a shortcut. There wasn't any, I realized after looking around for several moments. I tried to keep myself together as my mind swirled with different possibilities. If they were being hit constantly by a van, it was only a matter of time before they were forced to come out
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Isabella I was unconscious, or at least I thought I was, as all I saw was black. I was surrounded by the same, and most importantly, I was bound. My hands were tied behind my back, my feet were bound together, and I was on the floor of a moving vehicle. I heard a groan and then another followed by a whimper, and then silence. "Alessandro," I wondered, recalling him getting shot along with Miguel. My words came out as muffled sounds, and I realized that my mouth was taped shut. I screamed in my restraints over and over again until it turned to wails, and I was crying uncontrollably. I was the one who convinced Damon that he could go ahead. “Why is it taking you so long to get ready?" Damon asked as his hand circled my waist and pulled me towards him. I gasped as my breasts came into contact with his hard chest, and I was forced to stand on my tiptoes. "Talk to me," Damon said, and I realized I was still silent. Damon reached down and grabbed a fistful of my ass, squeezing my chee
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Isabella Inside the office, the brightness blinded me, or at least it threatened to blind me. The office was well-lit, but the paint was a strange choice. It was painted orange from the walls to the furniture and even the tiles. Perhaps the owner of the office had a strange obsession with colors. My eyes were hurting, and I wanted nothing more than to return to the darkness or the faint brightness of my new room. Suddenly, the chair behind the large table turned around, revealing a woman who was strikingly reminiscent of a snake. Her neck was long, as was the rest of her face. Her nose looked flat or close to it, as if it had been flattened until it resembled that of a cat. Her eyes appeared to have been glued in one particular direction without the help of botox. The woman looked at me with hard eyes behind a pair of thick-rimmed cat-eye glasses. "You may leave her," the woman said. "I will handle it from here," she finished, addressing the man who had left the room. "Welcome,
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Isabella I turned around to see Damon, completely livid; it was evident in the way he was panting for breath. I didn't realize I was standing until I was halfway on the journey to him from my chair. Relief flooded me the moment he rested his head in the crook of my shoulder and breathed in my scent. "Where are they?" I said as I leaned into his embrace. Suddenly, Damon's shoulders started to quake. At first, I thought he was laughing, but the feeling of liquid on my shoulder told me it wasn't. We stood there for a while until he wiped his eyes and looked at the man behind me. "I'm going to fulfill your promise, you know," Damon said. I was confused about this promise between them. "You should," Valentino said. "But don't you want to know who put me up to this?" he asked. "I already know; it's Cassandra. There's no need to check. “It is her. They called me again, threatening and all. But do you know why I decided not to retaliate? Why I chose not to send a message to refrain fr
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Isabella Valentino came back quickly. I wanted to ask Damon for more information. I made a mental note to do that later. I heard multiple footsteps behind me, so I turned around to find the snake woman. "I brought a witness," Valentino said. "And I'm going to record the conversation," Damon said as the woman settled to stand beside the table. "Knock yourself out," Valentino said with a scowl on his face. Clearly, Valentino was not pleased. He muttered and grumbled through the words of his agreement with Damon. They shook hands and pricked their fingers as the sign of a blood covenant. I looked at Valentino again. He looked like a man who is easily moved against his deals. He seemed fickle, and that was a bad trait. Still, I was glad we reached this point. Later on, Valentino apologized for putting a spy inside Damon's suite. "It was necessary. Simply a precaution," Valentino said with his hands raised in surrender. "The men are injured. My apologies," he said as he led us throu
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Isabella Valentino was true to his word. He sent Miguel and Alessandro in an ambulance later that evening. The two men moved into the empty suite that Julian had stayed in, and over the course of the next few days, they regained consciousness and soon started to bicker. It was proving to be a familiar scene, as I had seen them do the same in the van, and concluded they were closer to usual. By the third day of them coming back, the two were bickering about whether or not they should have their own masks. "Something to cover half of my face, mostly. Not a full mask, just a half," Miguel said. "I don't understand why this is even a subject of conversation. We don't need masks," Alessandro argued. "We do. Maybe a black one with the sticker of Damon's mask on it. Or even if we can't do that one, maybe we should do a half Japanese mask," Miguel suggested. Alessandro asked sarcastically, "You know what?" Miguel, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm, was interested in listening to wha
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Isabella I let out a hiccup as Damon's hands caressed my waist and traveled to my backside. He leaned into my neck and asked again about my arm. "Tell me, how is your arm? Does it hurt when I do this?" He gently pulled on my left arm and took it behind my back. It did hurt a bit, but not enough to make me flinch. "A little bit," I said, wondering where I found the energy to speak. He responded by planting a soft kiss on my shoulder and pulling off the off-the-shoulder dress I was wearing. He pulled down the shoulders to reveal my breasts. My nipples stood naked and pointed facing him as though in anticipation for his warm mouth and gentle caresses. I shuddered the moment his lips came and made contact with them. His mouth moved over my nipples as though they were my lips, his tongue darted over the sensitive and hardened peaks making me moan softly. His other freehand left my waist and grabbed my second breast, kneading it softly until he began tracing his fingers around my sen
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Isabella Damon pushed back inside again and then with a determined look on his face leaned upwards and grabbed my legs. He started to slowly thrust into me rolling his hips in the process. My eyes caught the movement and found it mesmerizing. My eyes traced the motion of his hips as they moved upward, revealing his toned stomach, his defined tattooed chest, and then his face, which was scrunched up in concentration. His hair, usually slicked back, now cascaded forward, forming short, lush curls that framed his features with an air of rugged allure. Damon was beautiful. His eyes immediately met mine as soon as I thought that and he flashed a slow and dangerous smile at me through his grunts of pleasure. I stretched out my hand towards him as a sign for him to come to me and he did. He leaned downwards till his forehead touched mine and let me pull him into a hug. Suddenly I began to feel pleasure as his dick hit me and a certain spot. I'm more and immediately wrapped my legs aroun
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