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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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Damian. I popped out of the room when I saw Roman’s call come in and left Dr. Mooney to wrap Hope’s leg. I was right; just a sprain, but painful nonetheless. “Roman,” I said as I entered my study and shut the door. “Well, you know how to make an entrance.” “He kidnapped Kyle from the daycare. This is after he had gone to Naya’s house a few days ago, and she had refused to let him in. He was sending a message, Roman. I wanted to be sure he received mine loud and clear.” “Well, your father was pissed. You were gone for most of that, though.” “Really? Francis spears pissed at his son that’s not me for a change?” “Francis can be pigheaded sometimes, Damian. We both know that. He is tougher on you because he knows you’ll be the one replacing him, but he can’t ignore Tony. Franco is more aware than you think of the potential threat Tony presents, and this stunt with Kyle banished any doubts he may have still clung to.” “Finally,” I said sarcastically. “Either way, unless Tony is st
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Damian. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, lifting her up as I stood, cradling her to me, carrying her to the door of my study. Our lips still locked, we entered. I took her to the couch, sat her on it, and kneeled before her between her spread knees. Her eyes on mine, she pulled first her top, then her sports bra off, her round breasts settling into place, the nipples already tight. I worked her other shoe off her foot and then slipped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties. She lifted up a little, allowing me to drag them down and off so she sat before me naked. “Spread your legs wider and lean back,” I said, tugging my shirt off. She did as I said, opening herself wide, leaning back, offering me her pussy. With my thumbs on either side of her lips, I opened her farther and brought my mouth to her, licking her length once before taking her clit into my mouth, still watching her as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Fuck, Damian, I love that.”
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Hope. Damian made call after call as he drove us to the hospital, first to his uncle, then to stravos who tailed us, then to Tony. Tony didn’t pick up his call. He also arranged for security to be added to the hospital, for which I was grateful. I tried Isabella twice but never got hold of her. With traffic, by the time we got to the hospital, it was well over an hour later. Damian’s phone rang once more just as he parked the car. He checked the display, and I glimpsed the name. It was his father. “I have to take this.” I nodded, opening my door and setting my crutches outside. What a time tonsprain my ankle! “Stravos,” Damian called out once stravos had parked his car. “Take Hope upstairs, and stay with her until I get there.” Stravos nodded and took my arm, helping me out of the car. “I got it,” I snapped, hating feeling helpless. I glanced at Damian, who walked away with the phone to his ear. Stravos followed me into the hospital. At reception, I found out where they’d tak
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Hope. Once we got to the house, I saw two cars parked along the curb with two men inside each one. Damian pulled up in the driveway, and we all climbed out, me last, since I had to figure out how to use the damned crutches, and putting weight on my foot made me wince every time. Effie held my crutches while I climbed out and watched me while Damian walked over to the men sitting in the cars by the curb and, I assumed, gave them instructions before returning to us. “Ready?” he asked, closing the door behind me. Effie nodded and walked ahead to the front door. “What meeting are you going to?” I asked, not sure if I liked him going to any meeting after Luke had just been shot. “Luke’s shooting is just one of the incidents. Two of our businesses have been attacked as well.” “What businesses?” I knew they had several shops, and I didn’t want to know what those shops fronted for. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “What matters is that what I feared would happen in time, what Luke was workin
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Damian. I walked back into the meeting room at my father’s house. About a dozen menbwere gathered around the table, all family, cousins and uncles. My father raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment on my having left the room to take the call. I hated leaving Hope alone. She didn’t know to what extent things had progressed in the last twelve hours. Hell, I was shocked to hear it all myself. After I had left Tony’s house, my father had apparently gone ballistic on my brother. Roman filled me in on the details. Francis had been furious with Tony. So much so that he had apologized to Naya himself. I knew he was going to her house to make sure she knew he would protect her, but to apologize? That wasn’t Francis spears’s style. He had also stationed men at her house when she had refused to come to the city with him and stay at his house until things settled. She’d had no choice in the matter. He would do whatever he needed to do to protect his grandson. And he had sent Tony to the house
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Hope. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, standing and leaning my weight on my crutches. I didn’t feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. “How did you get in?” He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table looking disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair messy, his face bruised. He gave me a lopsided grin, and I really looked at him for the first time, the dimple on his right cheek disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a light blue gray, the lashes thick and darker than his blond hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a leaner build than Damian, although still muscular. Powerful. I returned my gaze to his face, saw his grin widen. The darkness in his eyes reminded me who he was. He tucked the gun into the back of his jeans before reaching into his pocket and taking something out. I cocked my head to the side when he held it out to show me, not understanding right away. “I have a key.” It dawned on me that he held a key to my
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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
