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Strolling down the hallway, I emerged into the main area of the club, where I found a familiar face. Before he could say a word, I grabbed him by the collar. Fear flashed in his eyes, but I ignored it, hearing only his ragged breathing. ​“Where the fuck is the manager?”​“Hu…….hu…..Harry? He’s out. By the counter!”​Glaring at the young man, I shoved him against the wall while letting go of the collar, then I stormed into the bar, ignoring the lustful stares that followed me. ​It was easy to spot the manager among the bartenders present from the outfit! “You’re the one?!” I said through gritted teeth, over the loud music.​His eyes went wide upon seeing me. “Mr Matteo!” He let out a nervous smile.​I was about to say something when he beat me to it as though he was aware of his atrocities. “Please let’s talk where we can hear each other.” He gestured outwards, leading the way to his office.​“What the hell did you do yesterday?” I lashed out the moment the door came to a clos

“Hey!” Heather came through the door after I announced that she could come in.​“Hiii,” I forced a smile, turning my gaze away from the PC screen in front of me.​“The boss wants to have a word with you.”​“Which?” I raised a brow.​“Enrico.”​I huffed and slowly pushed myself up from the chair behind my desk. “Do you know why?”​Heather shrugged.​“What’s up with your legs? You okay?” She asked, her eyes dropping to my feet as I took a few careful steps toward her and the door.​“Yeah! I tripped.," I said lightly. ​“Ohhh, that must've hurt so bad. Are you sure you’re fine moving around?”​I nodded, offering a small smile. "I'm good. Promise." ​…………….​“You wanted to see me, Sir,” I announced my appearance the moment I got into the Boss’s office. I was standing a few steps away from the door.​He looked up from the papers on his desk.​“Why are you here empty-handed?”​“Sorry?” I tried not to look clueless, but it was obvious from my voice.​Enrico gave me that ‘are

“What?” I must have heard him wrongly.​“You will be mine while I get revenge for you.” The desire in his eyes for me didn’t go unnoticed. And if I were being honest, it almost got to me.​I scoffed. “You’ll fight for me if I'm your fuck buddy?”​“Trust me, your role is going to be more than that!”​“I’m not going to be your slave!” I said with gritted teeth, ignoring the short hairs that already stood to attention at the back of my neck.​“I’m not interested in your shitty revenge!”​“No one raises their voice at me!” He cautioned.​“Do I look like a give a fuck?”​“Well, that’s sad to know because you have no say in this.”​At this point, I couldn’t help with the anger that boiled in my chest. “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?”​“If it’s about pussy, go screw those you’ve been fucking before me! I never want to see you again.”​He took a step close, and I took a step backwards, only for me to jam my back against the wall again.​I continued to gla

ISABELLE.​“Bella?” Sage stared with wide eyes the moment she opened the door.​“You aren’t with any of your toy guys, are you?”​“Nu……no…, but what are you doing here?” She asked.​“Thank Goodness,” I mumbled, pushing her out of the way as I made my way in with my overnight bag.​I dumped the bag on the floor, took off my jacket, and then crashed on the couch.​“Well, good to see you too. It just didn’t cross my mind that you would be coming over tonight.”​“It’s fine. I won’t disturb you. I just need a place to lay my head.” I reached for the throw pillow and hugged it. Sage’s house was similar to mine. Mine was just bigger.​“No, that's not what I mean. Of course, you are welcome to live here if you want. Or is Dave still after you?”​“Maybe it’s time I involved my police friend. Where’s my phone?” Sage mumbled, looking around.​“Oh no, please!” I mumbled, massaging my temple. “I’m here because I need a clear hea…….” My phone rang, interrupting me.​Just when I thought h

ISABELLE.​“Are you sure everything is okay with you? How the hell do you know who might be calling my phone, and why shouldn’t I open the door if someone is there?”​If he knows everything about my family, he probably knows that I’m here too.​“I’m sorry. I just fear that it could be someone I don’t want to see.”​“Dave, Aurora, or your mystery man?” My sister whispered, staring at me intently.​I parted my lips to say something, but words failed me. “I should go to bed. I’ve got things to settle with my boss tomorrow.”​“You obviously do not trust me.”​I frowned. “Why would you say that?”​“Because you are carrying all the burden alone.” She said, then reached for her phone that was on the couch on the other side. The device had stopped ringing by the time she reached for it.​“It’s just one of my flings.” She said, flashing the screen in my face.​“Not my type?” I scoffed at what she had saved his contact as. ​“If he’s not your type, then why the hell are you having an