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She blurts out. "Enough!" Salvatore yelled at her. He moved closer to her. "Don't you ever dare say such rubbish, no one can ever manipulate Salvatore, I am only following the truth, and I know that she is saying nothing other than the truth, you're the liar here." Salvatore blurts out. Chloe smiled taking her gaze to Sophia. "Should I clap for you?, I mean look you've done a great job, manipulating a Mafia Don is the biggest achievement." She said in mockery.

Antonio could understand his sarcasm,he clenched his fists waiting impatiently for Damon to state his deal. “Lame! You think I care whatever she thinks of me..I am not the one entrapped in a stupid love theory Antonio you are,also will she believe you? If I make love to her and show her that I can make love to a woman. That's not so gay”. Antonio laughed nervously. “You dream too big,she won't let you touch her”. Damon's voice was calm, but his words dripped with poison.

"Who says I'm not happy? Who says I don't like my life just the way it is? Why does everyone keep hounding me about fated mate this, fated mate that? Who says I can't live my life without Damien? Who days I need that arrogant motherfucker to be happy?" By the end of Dominic's tirade, I was smiling so hard. Then I burst out laughing because he was so incredibly talented at bluffing and putting up a front, I would have believed him if I hadn't known better. I would have bought it hook, line and sinker if it wasn't for my own personal experience. "Francesca, what are you laughing for? Did I say something funny?"

He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

People just don’t see it yet. Damon must’ve noticed the faint smile I couldn’t hide. “Wow,” he said softly. “That’s a real smile. Haven’t seen one of those since… actually, never.” I gave him a blank look. “Don’t you have errands?” He shrugged. “Sure, but this is way more entertaining. Look at you — the mighty Vincent Evans, texting poetry like a teenager in love.” “Damon.” He grinned. “Alright, fine, I’ll leave you to your emotional crisis.”

Now, he was beginning to sound like a secretary who was fed up with his employer's shit. "I should've left with my damsel when I had the chance. You're lucky Sarah here is such a darling...No...wait..." He backtracked through his words. "Did I just say 'darling'? I take that back. She's a monster." He placed a huge amount of emphasis on the last word. Damon's eyebrows quirked up in confusion. "What are you even saying?” "Fine, don't believe me. But let me warn you...Never, and I mean never touch her Nutella....otherwise, you'd better get ready to play hide and seek with flying knives."

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

I asked, raising an eyebrow. Damien smirked. “You haven’t lived until you’ve heard Boris recite The Little Engine That Could. Truly heartwarming.” Boris growled, his scowl deepening. “Keep it up, Damien. Let’s see how funny you are when you’re eating soup through a straw.” “You see?” Damien grinned, turning to me. “He threatens violence, but deep down, he’s a teddy bear.” “Deep, deep down,” Maxim added, earning another round of laughter.

Damien asked in a sarcastic tone. "You do not have to be mean" Sam said in a fake cry voice. "I was just saying"

he asked, his voice calm but serious. The man burst out laughing. It wasn’t just a chuckle, but a deep, amused laugh that echoed around the room. He even clapped his hands as he laughed, clearly entertained. “No wonder they call you Damien Wolfe,” Silvano said, still grinning. “How come you’re so damn smart?” Damien’s expression didn’t change. He simply waited as he knew men like Silvano never wanted just money. No amount of it could ever be enough for someone like him.