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"She was treated like someone important despite Lycans' distaste for werewolves. Is there a reason for that? Is she by chance Dimitri's lover?" "Lycaon, No!" The look of disgust on Neal's face told me everything I needed to know. "Dimitri is betrothed to Lycan royalty, Lady Milana. She was the one you crossed paths with at the lounge. Eva is just... I guess you could say she is important to Dimitri. I honestly do not get why he keeps her so close but Dimitri is loyal to a fault. Eva Dumont saved Dimitri from an attempt on his life a few years ago. She hasn't left him since."

Still loving me. I look away for a moment, my jaw tightening as guilt claws through me again. Before I could spiral too deeply into it, movement on one of the giant hill jumps catches my attention. A spotlight illuminates the top of the dirt mound as a young woman steps onto the platform holding a microphone. The announcer’s voice booms through the stadium. “Everybody give it up for Sofia Camara!”

but it was far easy to spot her, it was she everyone saw, she everyone rented. the good mother was a good friend to Dumont m. Bucharest, and Adulf Cain was a good customer. he was dedicated to sleeping with only one of the prostitutes. who happened to be the most famous, harder for him, because she became costlier, for the men sorting her tripulated. but because Marco was a good buddy,it ment good deals.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Dimitri answered, his voice is seething, “It seems like making you clean that part of the castle is not enough. Leave! Do not show your face again.” “I definitely will!” Amanda replied and stormed out of the place without even closing the door. She heard the slam of the door a few seconds later. She has done it now, she is sure that the Lord will give her an even more irrational task to do. He might even tell his creatures to attack her in her room. She is shaking. “I have done as you said, My Lord.” The Lamia Maid said looking at her Lord as of expecting for a reward. “Well done. I will now retire to my bed chamber,” Dimitri replied as he walked towards his bed, “Ask Alex for a reward, he a

Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri. "Dimka," she called out in his direction. I began to think she had gotten his name wrong and was about to correct her when instead, the broad Dhampir reacted. Dimitri's head turned around just as she began to rush towards him and to my complete, utter astonishment the same excitement was reflected in him as well. It may not have been as desperate and pathetic as hers, but it was still there. Lady Ozera reached up towards him and pulled him in for a tight hug. He reached around with one arm and gently returned her embrace before pullin

ELENA DUVAL Dimitri held my hand as he shut the bedroom door behind us. “Why do you have a picture, Ivan Gambino,” My gaze briefly went over the other pictures I had picked up from the table before leaving. Confusion etched in my face as I met with Dimitri's. “He's a Slovakian. Part of the Mafia. The Slovakian don himself,” Dimitri straightened. “He took over after I killed his brother, Boris Gambino,”

He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, then slid it across the desk toward me. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. It was a digital file. The woman in the photo was striking, with sharp eyes and she looked to be around my age. "Who is she?" I asked, flipping through the digital file. Dimitri folded his arms. "Her name is Camila De León. She’s one of the most connected people in Seville. She runs almost everything there. Comes from old money, generations deep. Almost every mafia family in Seville reports to her family."

Cosimo would hear our conversation if I called her. So I typed a brief email instead, hoping he wouldn’t catch what I was up to. Hi. How are you doing? I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I need background information on a certain Irina Vlad. She’s in close relations with the Medici family, she does modeling in Florence, and she’s a Romanian national. That's all I know. Dig up the skeletons in her closet, will you? Looking forward to your reply. Regards, Tamira.

But the moment Dimitrios's face appeared in front a painful smile flashed on her lips. "You lost the chance of earning your freedom." Dimitrios declared grabbing her one arm and pulling her up from the floor. She knew she had lost it. But his sudden tug on her arms made her scream in pain. She couldn't even stand properly on her feet because of pain. But as they say, when Bratva decides something everyone must follow that. "So the winner is.......Jim Yung....." Someone screamed but Iris could hear nothing but the sick laugh of Dimitrios. "You are a pathetic weak girl Iris. You can't save yourself." Dimitrios's words kept on ringing in her ears but her pain didn't allow her to react much.