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Hope. We walked outside and away from the house toward the swimming pool. “How is he? When no one’s around, I mean?” “Bossy.” I couldn’t tell her about earlier. About any of it. “And gone, mostly.He just got back from wherever he was, actually.” “He looks at you like he wants to eat you alive.” He scared me, but I didn’t want to say that out loud, and not to Izzy. “I can’t figure him out. He is horrible one second, then nice. Almost…caring. Like he gives a shit what I feel or think.” I picked a single dandelion growing in the otherwise immaculate lawn. “But then he is a jerk again, and then he disappears.” “Is he making you…” she hesitated. “Sleep with him?” She nodded. “Not yet.”I lied “Good. Are you able to come and go?” “I don’t know. Not on my own, I think.” “Okay, that’s fine. I’ll just come get you. If he wants to send someone to follow us, we’ll deal.” “It doesn’t matter, Izzy. I’m stuck here.” “Luke and I…We are not going to sit back and let them have everything. L
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Damian. Growing up, I had loved coming to the house in the Adirondacks, but that felt like a hundred years ago. Now, as we neared the property, Hope sat beside me in the car, everything about her tense. She looked beautiful in the cream colored dress I had chosen, her auburn hair piled high on her head, dark eye makeup accenting the almond shape of her whiskey colored eyes. I touched her knee as we pulled up to the security gate. She startled. “You will be fine. I will stay with you.” She nodded, but the tension kept rolling off her. I hated this. Knew as I waved to the guard and pulled around back to the garage that she was here to be shown around, shown off, a token of my father’s of my family's triumph. I also knew my father had not forgotten what she had done. He would punish her for it, and I had a feeling he would do it tonight. I just needed to keep her reined in nice and tight. After parking the car, I climbed out and met Hope on her side. “I feel sick.” I slid her h
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Damian. I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of a chair, then loosened my tie, unbuttoning the top buttons of my dress shirt before it choked me. All the while, my eyes remained locked on hers. I walked toward her, rolling my right shirt sleeve up as I went. I wondered if she knew what was coming, what had to happen now. Why the room adjacent to ours became suddenly so quiet, as if there wasn’t an audience just beyond the doors to bear witness. I reached for the buckle of my belt and undid it. That was when she understood. She made to rise, but I was too close and caught her halfway up. “Make this easy on yourself,” I whispered, wondering if those in the other room heard the swoosh of my belt as I yanked it from its loops, pulled her up out of her chair, and pushed her to bend over the table that had yet to be wiped down. “Damian ,” she began. “Quiet.” I shoved her dress up to her waist. She struggled, but I held her flat and pushed her panties down so they slipped from
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Hope. I looked at the window. Sunlight filtered through the crack between the curtains. I blinked, confused for a moment, but the soreness between my legs and on my ass quickly reminded me of where I was. The clock beside the bed read 7:04 a.m. I dragged the silk sheet up over my naked body, sat up, flinched, and lay back down. Beside me, the empty pillow lay sideways. I touched it, leaned over and buried my nose in it, then reared back and shook my head. What the hell was I doing? He had whipped me, humiliated me, then fucked me. I had cum. I had begged him to fuck me harder. I hated myself. No, I hated him. I needed to remember that. Why was it so hard to remember that? I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He must have showered recently. Steam still fogged up the corners of the mirror, and the scent of his aftershave hung in the air. I found I liked it, felt somehow comforted by it. The devil you know. That’s all that was. I knew Damian . I knew his limits. Fuc
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Damian. I could not win. No one could. What I said to her, I meant it. Francis spears would win. And everyone else would lose. Hope went straight to her room when we got back to the house, and I shut myself up in my study. She hadn’t talked to me the entire ride. Probably pissed at me, which I expected. I would deal with that later, though, because as soon as i booted up my laptop, I saw an e-mail from Roman regarding Luke’s activities. Luke had been busy indeed, meeting with various members of the Paganibfamily in the tristate area. We knew that, though. That wasn’t new. It was the next part that intrigued me. He was spending his nights in Isabella’s bed Isabella was Hope’s sister. That’s why it so surprised me to learn that I was wrong. That he wasn’t Effie’s father. But that wasn’t the strangest thing. In fact, what I saw made zero sense. I picked up the phone and dialed Roman, but before he could answer, the door burst open. Hope stood in the doorway, looking pissed off. “S
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Hope. I couldn’t believe this. He had just left, walked out! I had really thought last night, after what had happened in the bedroom, the things he had said, I thought he felt something. And even as I had told him I hated him, I didn’t. I had held fast, refusing to let go. I felt something for him. Then this morning, when he had defended me, didn’t that mean something? And what about when he had been so possessive when he had seen Tony in our room? God, I was stupid. His cell phone buzzed again, and I got up. He had forgotten it in his rush. The latest text was on the screen. “Are you getting my messages? I need you!” The name of the contact read Naya. Naya needed him? Of course his ex girlfriend needed him. And he had dropped everything for her. In a fucking heartbeat, he had dropped everything and run out of the house, not even remembering to take his cell phone with him! Fine. That was fine. She was probably the reason he would release me from my contract. He didn’t want
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Hope After a short rest and a microwave dinner later in the evening, I had gotten ready and gone to sleep in my old bedroom, the sinking feeling never leaving my stomach. It wasn’t too much later when I woke to rain beating against the window and voices arguing. I sat up and glanced at the time on my phone. It was a little after midnight. The display showed eight missed calls, all from surprise, surprise Damian . I guess he had gotten home from Naya’s. Asshole. I ignored the messages, got out of bed, and cracked the door open. The voices came from downstairs. It was Isabella and a man. Although I knew the voice, I couldn’t place it. It didn’t belong here. “You promised me. I don’t want him hurt!” My sister sounded agitated. “I’m placating. Relax.” “How the fuck can I relax? God, I wish this were over!” I stepped out onto the landing and crept over to the stairs. Hearing the familiar creak on the third step, I froze, hoping they hadn’t heard. They continued arguing. “You need t
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Hope. I woke up suddenly, sucking in a breath, my throat incredibly dry. Looking around, I remembered where I was, remembered the night before. I lay in Damian’s bed, his scent still on his pillow, the indentation where his head had been now containing a small piece of paper. Unfolding it, I read: I need to take care of some business. I will be back this afternoon. I have Stravos’s phone, and I’ve programmed the number into yours in case you need anything. Damian I set it down and closed my eyes, feeling sheepish at what I had done, dropping his phone into the toilet. But now, I had to face the thing that had woken me, as unbelievable as it was. I wished I had kept my father’s note rather than throwing it away. At the time, I had been so upset. My father had committed suicide because he couldn’t live with the decisions he had made. Because he hadn’t been able to come to terms with the fact that when i turned twenty one, Damian would claim me as his. Did he have any idea how th
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The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
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He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
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129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
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128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
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127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
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126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
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125. “With clothes on,” she said. I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m going right now to get dressed, then I’ll order breakfast.” She only nodded, but she hadn’t let go of the doorknob. I half expected her to be gone when I got back, but to my delight and relief, she wasn’t. I found her sitting on the sofa looking out the window. I sat down in the chair across from her and smiled. She shot me a look that should by all rights have set me on fire. “Was this all some big pick-up game to you?” she asked. “A pick-up game? No, Bella. We both had too much to drink. I’m not normally a heavy drinker and last night I was looking for some liquid courage. Once you report what I have to tell you, life as I know it is going to implode. I wouldn’t have had the audacity to expect that a woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. I wish she could see inside of my head because I meant every word. I know what I am. I’ve known sinc
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124. I woke up in a strange place, in a strange bed, next to an extremely hot – and gloriously naked – strange man. …What happened last night? My mouth tasted like cotton and I had an icky sweet taste in my mouth that literally made me want to vomit. My stomach felt bloated, my head was pounding and I couldn’t hold my trembling hands still if I tried. There was light streaming in from the giant windows that surrounded the bed and it was doing nothing but making my head pound worse and darkening my already foul mood. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the strange bedfellow next to me. I tried to shake out my hair, but it was a tangled mess. The motion of sitting up had made me nauseated and once again I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. I looked around me, wondering where the bathroom was. I was humiliated enough just waking up here, the last thing I wanted to do was hurl all over hot guy. I needed to get the hell out of here. I slipped out of the bed and st
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123. Even not knowing exactly what Shane had planned for her, Mia was still relieved to see him when he entered the basement two days after Wallace had taken her from the street. Her first thought was he looked like hell. His normally robust tanned skin was pale, and his face looked gaunt, though he couldn’t have lost much weight in the four days since she’d seen him, even with a gunshot wound. Her gaze darted to the sling encasing his left arm, where she could see the bulky bandage covering most of the left side of his chest and clavicle underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It was insane, but she had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking how he felt and fretting over him being out of the hospital already. The reality of her position and situation made it easier to rein in the concern. She lay on the cold concrete, naked as the day she was born, with her hands cuffed to her ankles, which were spread by a metal bar. It was an obscene, undignified pose, b
