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Damien

"I am guessing you two are a thing now," I said as I watched my dad and Camilla step into the elevator.

"Jealous?" Vito asked.

"Disgusted," I gruffly replied. Vito chuckled.

The silence that followed after was so loud and uneasy but I was not going to bend to the pressure of breaking first. I fixed my eyes to the numbers counting up to reach my floor.

I braced myself for the confrontation that I knew was inevitable, steeling my resolve as the doors slid shut behind us.

"Damien," Vito's voice was like ice, cutting through the silence with a chilling precision. "We need to talk."

I glanced at him warily, the resentment that simmered between us bubbling to the surface once more. "What do you want, Vito?" I asked, my tone tinged with a hint of defiance.

Vito's gaze bore into mine, his expression unreadable as he squared his shoulders and took a step closer to me. "I want you to understand the gravity of the situation, Damien," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Your position a