Damien 122."I want to be alone," Isabella told me and left me all alone on the top floor. She had every right to be after what had gone down just today alone."She will get used to it, do not worry about her," Natalia said as she came closer to me. She seemed overtly chipper and I could not help but suspect her.Everyone was a suspect. Was Natalia capable of ending the life of a sick old woman in such a painful manner? I was not sure."I am more worried about you and your motives," I said."Damien, I mean you no ill will, I just want to make things right, the way they were before," Natalia said.I pointed to Camilla. "Her con man of a boyfriend kidnapped my wife and you advocate for her, things are never going to be the same between us ever again," I said and turned towards the elevator.Natalia followed me. "I am trying to make things right, Damien, why can you of all people not see that?" She called after me."How is she coming back here going to make things right?" I demanded."Ca

Damien 124.Her location stopped somewhere in the middle of the waters. It was silently grim in the car as Jackson drove. My head was swirling with confusion and my heart was beating fast. I glared angrily at the screen of my phone."Where are you going?" I asked out loud to no one in particular. I had no ideas why all this was happening."Is there a location we are going to be precise?" Jackson asked for the third time.I had no idea what was actually happening."Keep on cruising," I said in an absent minded fashion. Jackson sighed wearily.I turned away from my phone and looked at him closely."If this is not important enough for you, perhaps you should get down and take a cab and I will drive," I told him firmly."That is not why I am pissed," He replied as he stepped on the gas. I"Then what is the problem?" I asked."Why are we not at Vito's house, gun blazing?" He asked."Because it is a waste of time," I answered. "Time better spent on finding Isabella," I

Damien 126.It was getting dark by the time I drove to the location Vito sent me. I parked and opened the box Michael had given me to take out the gun inside.It was a silver desert eagle, eight round capacity and each bullet is fifty calibre and armor piercing round. I could smell that it was recently well oiled. It was a big and heavy gun but it was effective.I took an extra clip with me before I got out of the car. The place was an old coffee shop that was still on business but the customers were all either middle aged or old. I, Michael and Jackson were the only young people and we stood out.It was quiet except for a few murmurs and loud sipping of coffee. Vito was a sitting with his back to the wall, alone with a brewing cup in his front. I walked to his table and took a seat.Jackson and Michael sat together at a different table being on the look out. I had briefed them earlier about how sneaky Vito can be.I watched him balefully as he sipped his cof

Isabella 126.Why did everyone believe that they knew what was best for me? Even the man that mysteriously disappeared when I was a child believed that he knew what was best for me. I could not believe the life that I was currently living was real.“Do not take this the wrong way, I am sure that he is fine young man, but he will only put you in danger,” Emilio said.“And what do I call you? Safe?” I asked sarcastically. I was not interested in his approval. “I went from foster homes to foster homes, and the only stagnant thing in my life was mom, so skip the whole disapproving father bullshit and tell me what is exactly going on,” I said angrily.“A hit was put on your head today,” He said in a quiet tone. I went cold from shock. “Do you want to take a guess at who was behind the trigger,” He added.I was not sure that I wanted to know.“Vito Moretti,”This was the third time that I would be targeted by the man that was unfortunate enough to be Damien’s father. Why did he want me dead

Isabella My heart was thumping hard in my chest as the man that was my estranged father stood far away from the door and pointed his gun at the door. I did not hide in the closet like he told me to. Instead I waited, confident that I could protect myself. “The first rule of owning a gun is to never let them know that you are carrying one,” Damien had told me when we were at the shooting range and he was teaching me how to hold the gun.In the end, I had chosen a gun called a Beretta with bullets that were called forty fives. It was a very difficult learning process. I hated the recoils the gun produced but over time, and in other to please Damien, I had gotten used to it. I was not an excellent shot yet, but in a circumstance like this, It could prove useful. But I was afraid of shooting anyone. I was afraid of taking a life. I hoped that Emilio knew how to use his gun.“Who is it?” Emilio asked in a calm clear voice. His hand never wavered as he pointed the gun at the door.“It’s me