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Cynthia blushed . "You look hot ." said Cynthia . "Really ?" asked Damon raisng one eyebrow. "Yeah you do , no one told you before ." said Cynthia . "Well heard it before too , I know you'll be wondering how can soeone be so hot even though when he is so cold blooded .Not a big deal you know , i just groom my hero hair and today i put on the colour i look hottest in of course it's blackk ,I know girls are gonna go nuts over me tonight , they 'll be like ...aww Damon your so hot ..just one Dance , just one please , just one selfie please , it's gonna be fun i'll be dancing with each and every girl out there ." said Damon flexing .

I immediately turned the volume down before glancing at Ryder questioningly. “I-It’s not me… It was Jake.” He rushed through his words before glancing out of the window. “Come on, now! It’s not a big deal that you like this song. I love it.” I patted his right shoulder comfortingly. “I’m telling you… it’s not me. It was Jake.” He quickly changed the song but to his horror, the next song which started playing had me laughing in hysterics. What makes you beautiful by One Direction!

Damien’s voice was unnaturally calm, but it cut through the silence like a razor’s edge. Caruso laughed, pulling me to my feet and dragging me in front of him, a cold pistol suddenly pressed against my temple. “Salvatore! So glad you could make it. I was worried your broken heart might have slowed you down.” “Last chance,” Damien said, taking a slow step forward, Marco fanning out to his right.

“So, this is your big move, Damon? Having your jackasses pretending to be cops and leading me here? I’ll give you credit—it’s bold. But you should know better than to think I’d be caught off guard by something like this.” Damon’s smirk faltered slightly by Antonio’s confidence but knowing he had more surprises in store for him made him smile even more. “You know that's part of you that I envy…CONFIDENCE! It's the Montero's world and as the heir you do feel like a god huh?” Damon laughed again. “The hot sexiest man of the year…the Hollywood hotshot….the cold mafia leader…you are everything I dreamt of,sad story right?” “And this is how you want to get it all,at least a facial and height impro

He questioned and I nodded my head almost immediately, trying so hard to compose myself and ignore Kathleen’s continuous cry for her mate, He suddenly opened the door wide enough for me to step in, and once I did, I met him. Alpha Damon Donovan. He was seated on a one seater white couch with most of his buttons left undone, and fuck, I couldn't stop myself from staring at his chest, Everything about this man was screaming hot! And for a second, I found myself drooling over his masculinity, He raised his head slowly to stare at me, and that was when I heard Kathleen call again, this time with an even more excited tone,

"What's going on here, Salvatore? Why are you questioning the Don's decisions?" Salvatore's smile didn't waver. "It's not about questioning, Antonio," he said, his tone smarmy. "It's about ensuring the purity of our lineage. You know how important that is to me." "Selena is carrying my child" I said, my voice a low growl. "And if you ever imply otherwise again, I will not be held responsible for my actions." Salvatore's smug expression didn't falter, but his eyes flickered with a hint of unease. "I see," he said, his tone mocking. "The great Joseph Rossi, so in love with the girl that was being sold to settle a debt."

And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever-infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place. Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of WoodlandHunters, the pack that bordered ours. “Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

Looking up at him, I asked with a trembling voice, “Wh…at?” “Be mine Sofia. I don't want to kiss you knowing that you belong to my enemy, I want to own you. I want to kiss you knowing you are mine” I don't know how he does it, but his words caused heat inside my body. His eyes were on me as I also stared at him, wondering what I was going to say. I've never been asked out before. Salvatore, the Don of Sicily, was asking me to be his girlfriend? Am I worthy to be anyone's girlfriend?

The hostess pointed behind her without looking up from the seating chart she was marking. Anya took another calming breath. "I'm sorry, but do you also have a phone book I could borrow?" The hostess gave her an impatient look as she dragged a telephone book out from a shelf in the stand and shoved it at her. Please let there not be a hundred people with his name. But luck was with her. There was only one Augustus D'Amato listed. With shaking fingers she slipped the coin in the slot and dialed the number.

For one suspended, unbearable second, no one moved. Then the driver’s door opened. A figure stepped out into the rain. Tall. Lean. Silhouetted by the headlights. Damon’s stomach dropped. Because even through the storm and the distance He recognized him. Viktor. Alive. And not alone. Th e rear passenger door of the SUV opened slowly. Another figure stepped out. Calm. Elegant. Shoulders straight despite the blood and soot. Damon’s breath turned to ice. Matteo Laurent.