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I was momentarily frozen on the spot and my mouth can’t seem to work to retaliate on his mockery. Those were not tantrums. I was doing the world a favor by ridding of the scums who walk with it. He chuckled at my lack of response before continuing. “Piece of advice love. Before you step in the limelight pointing your moral dagger, look at yourself in the mirror first and perhaps you can point that dagger on yourself. Your no better than me, Luna.” I stood gobsmacked, trying to find sense in everything Nicholas Salazar was spewing. He points at himself “Me and…” then he pointed his bloodied and shaking finger at me “…you. We’re just the same.”

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

Jim gasped dramatically. “See, Mom, so you have two victims.” I rolled my eyes despite the laughter threatening to escape. “You are both being completely ridiculous right now. Vegetables are good for your health.” “What is your favorite sport?” Damon leaned back comfortably inside his chair. “I like football, although I was never very happy whenever my team lost important matches.” “That happens to me too!” Damon laughed. For nearly an hour, Jim continued firing endless questions without showing any signs of stopping, and to my complete surprise, Damon answered every single one with patience that I had never seen from him before.

He had a proud Roman nose, a mess of curly hair that hung just above his eyes, high cheekbones, and soft lips that women in the bar would probably die to kiss. Seriously, this is the man I get worried about? “Montreal.” Salvatore smiles. The heavy and thick Italian accent rolls his tongue. He quickly stands up from the couch he sat on and moves forward with one arm extended, ready for a handshake. “I’m glad we wouldn't be stood up tonight. I prepared a feast.” Damon joked, clapping his palm on his shoulder. I stay back a little, letting the two indulge in their reunion even though I know they’ve just seen each other at the engagement.

Damon chuckled at her babyish attitude . " Do you know you could really get fat at the rate which you are going " he asked with a smirk . Quinn paused as she blinked her eyes . " Yes babe .it's junk you know " Damon said smiling at her silly nature . " You are not going to break up with me if I get fat right" she asked batting her eyelashes . " No I won't but you won't even like yourself fat " He replied holding her hands softly . " Dont be scared babe , go on ,have some more icecream " he added .

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” “Fuck off, Salvatore.” I squirm and feel something hard digging into my butt when I move again. I open my eyes in surprise. “I hope that's a spicy soppressata in your pocket and not what I’m thinking,” I sputter, and he lets out a careless laugh that surprises me. “Believe me, what I have is better than salami. It's the best cured meat,” he replies with an egocentric tone. “You narcissistic piece of shit.”

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.

she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant. Damien didn’t answer. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his jaw tight. After a long, suffocating silence, Elena laughed bitterly. “Mr. Salvatore,” she said mockingly, “aren’t you contradicting yourself? You once told me a woman like me didn’t deserve to sit in your car. Aren’t you afraid I’ll dirty it?” His eyes flicked toward her, glacial and unreadable. “You still haven’t learned when to keep quiet,” he said in a low, dangerous tone.

An elderly man right beside Alexia speaks first and it moves on till it reaches him, he looks Alexia up and down and he smirks and says, “We met this morning, it’s like destiny, or should I say fate? I should have introduced myself then, but it skipped me because I couldn’t think straight when I saw you.” Alexia smiles in his direction and nods her head. She wipes her palms slowly in her trousers so, it isn’t obvious that she is nervous. The young man continues when she doesn’t say a thing, “My name is Damon Salvatore. The CEO of Salvatore Gold company.” Alexia replies to him, with a blank expression,