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Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Don't Forget The Mission
SIMEON As the rain pattered rhythmically against the windowpane, the city light's were obscured by glistening colors that made my eyes ache from staring at them for too long. A dull lamp flickering in the corner was the only source of light in my tiny claustrophobic room, outside the streets were slippery and gleaming in the cold night light. I scratched my head in frustration and then heaved a sigh.Although, the sound of the rain was soothing but it felt to me like a countdown to something I couldn't place my hands on abd as time passed and I lost the opportunity to make everything right. My back was stiff and my eyes focused on a crack in the far walls, there was the poster of a popular footballer.I wanted to be one when I was fifteen but father had whipped me hard and drove the thoughts and dreams away and I got initiated into the group the following night.I sat at the edge of the bed, the weight of a thousand mistakes pressing down on me and the room seemed more constraine
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation A lie from a lover.
SARIAN. I tried to keep up with everything rushing fast, I tried to tell myself that I was fine but it seemed like I was lying and a part of me knew that things might never get better again. My chest, my trust and my thoughts were all on fire. That morning I sat by the window with a cozy blanket Greta had left me knees drawn to my chest. My thoughts were gray just like the sky. I was unable to hear anything as Don Julio tried to talk to me. His words were like distant echoes. And all I could do was just nod my head. A smile came to my lips as I remembered something or someone.Even though I was burning inside I knew I had to go, I wanted to feel that peace, I wanted to breathe. So I slipped out. I left no message. I simply kept walking—quickly—until the gates were out of sight and the streets began to seem strange. I didn't even bring a coat. It didn't matter to me. I wanted to experience the wind. I wanted to be startled awake by something. I wanted to laugh and feel safe for
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Inferno
Sarrian. The club was too silent. It wasn't deserted; there was music and clinking glasses. And maybe because today was a Friday.I had resumed early and I couldn't stop thinking of Marco and what had happened.I also had to be very careful now and then to get into danger or let anyone lay down their lives for me again.My senses were on full alert too and I did everything with precision.However there was something off about the air.I felt it when I had resumed work and tried to brush it out but it stayed, it was heavy and it felt like nothing would happen the next.After polishing the glass for the third time I stood behind the bar and stared at it. I couldn't stop shaking and looking around me constantly. Everything had changed since Luca arrived. Don Julio had really scrutinized his men and I heard whispers from the other men that three including Matteo were found wanting.They had been kept in a room underground but no one had seen Matteo either.The guards went into double d
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Twin Comes Back.
Sarian. The following morning began peacefully. Rosa smiled as she brought me breakfast in bed as if we were not in the midst of a conflict and everything was fine. Don Julio had promised to return before sunset but he had left early for a council meeting. Again.I prayed silently that there shouldn't be any more blood and bodies and the more I thought about it, the more the food in my mouth tasted like acid. Tucked away between shelves of books I couldn't concentrate on, I spent the day at the library. I read the same page again and again. My mind was constantly racing. Something I couldn't place made my chest feel tight and there was a lingering headache somewhere in my head that I wanted to go away. I didn't know why I was paranoid, maybe it was fear, maybe it was peace feigning tranquility before catastrophe.I didn't think about it much until I heard it first. A shout. A crash. Another scream. From a woman, from down below. I ran after dropping the book. Panic and footsteps
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation I Chose You
SARIAN I was left all alone in the garden or maybe, I chose to stay back since Don Julio had walked away angrily.They were cool before, so what had started this sudden anger.I didn't say anything to Don Julio How could I possibly say anything? I could still hear the warning in her voice. She didn't speak loudly, she didnt have to. Her cool collected words were enough to send shivers down my spine.‘You will be buried in it.’ I couldn't tell which frightened me more: her hatred or her air of confidence. For most of the day I remained in my room. I didn't go downstairs for dinner and I couldn't sleep either.I was just lying there looking up at the ceiling I tried to figure out how love could be so sweet one moment and then feel like poison the next. The quiet was scary and oppressive and I couldn't stay there and let it envelope me.I got up and made my way downstairs. The silence in the mansion was excessive. Like statues, the guards stood outside, ignoring me as I passed the
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Love Is Not Enough
SARIAN I didn't know where I stood abd right now, trusting anyone in this mansion was like walking on hot coals, because even if you tried , you would still burn your feet. Abd sadmy, I think I won't trust Greta too. Who knows if she's part of them.Thinking that Greta might be part of everything made me feel so guilty, the old lady was just doing her job here and she might be in danger too.I felt as if I understood everything but somehow I was still standing in the center of it all. Far away from the club, away from the guards and away from the eyes that were always on me, I sat by myself in the garden. The wind smelled like rain and the sky was gray. As if to calm the storm inside my chest, the nearby fountain bubbled softly. I hadn't heard from Don Julio since he showed me the picture. And I didn't know where he was.He said that Hugo was coming and he said I was important. He refused to explain why though.It was so quiet now and no gunshot could have sounded as loud as that s
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Other Boy
SARIAN It felt weird the following morning. I didn't sleep at all and It made me feel numb. Like something had frozen inside of me over night and was now immobile and cold. I showered for a long time, kept replaying everything I had heard, over and over in my mind and wishing this was all some terrible dream.I got out and dressed slowly. I put on jeans and a basic black blouse but my hands were shaking. I was scared of too many things.I was scared of seeing Matteo, scared of him knowing that I had heard him but then pretending not to, scared of seeing the man sent to kill me, walking behind Don Julio and wondering if he would kill Don Julio too.Who would surprise me next?Greta?I needed to see Don Julio and I needed answers. I needed to find out who Matteo was talking about if he was actually involved in something risky—if he was referring to a man named Hugo. Why did that name make my heart race? Again ,I heard voices as I arrived at the main hallway. Enzo and another guard
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Last Good Guy
SARIAN By the time I arrived at the house that night, the sky had grown dark. Most likely out of guilt or fear , the club manager had told me I could take the night off or maybe due to my near death experience. I didn't argue in any case. I still felt heavy all over and needed room to sleep.I had heard Don Julio asking him softly in Italian what had happened. I knew just a little Italian but I knew Don Julio wasn't soft or anything.The club manager had gone into an office when Matteo had called me from the club where a stripper had tried to give him a lap dance and he came out after some minutes looking like he had almost drowned in a whirlpool. His clothes were neat but his face was off like he had been given a quick makeover.I didn't ask questions and I was glad to be far away from all that, I needed a place that didn't smell of blood, whiskey or cigars. The mansion was as large, too silent and too cold as ever. I went through the side entrance in the hopes of avoiding a coll
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Almost Taken
SARIAN. I shouldn't have visited the beach.I should have said no but somehow, Simeon has a charming way of doing what you don't want to do and you have to like it.I smiled as I remembered our time at the beach as I stood behind the bar the following evening trying to concentrate. That was all I could think about. I sighed, when I remembered I was pretending not to notice the heat of Simeon's kiss still burning on my skin.I repeatedly wiped the same glass. I shut my eyes. What was I thinking? The club was more boisterous than normal, packed, drunken laughter here and there, raising and falling.Caresses, rapid discussions , women walking around, looking for the next customer They are conducting business in whispers. It all felt normal. Too normal. Tonight a new bartender was working next to me. A man with a sharp jaw and a slicked-back hairstyle. He was not smiling at all, just serious and focused on what he was doing and he said nothing. Just swiftly mixed drinks without ever
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