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Chapter 9

XANDER POV

I HATED IT!

All of this; I hated it.

She didn’t come here to slither around housewives or get free smoothies and hot baths. She wasn’t on a damn vacation for crying out loud. She was Isabella Fuckin’ Jones, one of my chess pieces who were supposed to be a watchdog guarding my cocaine. That's why she was here, to work for me. And to make those bloody Italians pay for everything.

I was damn fed up with them spreading their shit and branding everything in their trail. And robbing them of something they held so dear was one thing that soothed me in ways I never imagined.

So I had no idea what had gotten inside of me to be so soft and end up making that damn smoothie. I hated being swayed. I was always on guard and ready to take down a motherfucker. But good fuckin’ fuck, fixing that smoothie for HER felt like one of the most natural things ever to do in life. I couldn’t help but visualize the kind of life she’ll be living after 7 months, with a smelly baby in her arms waiting
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