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Then, with a shaky breath, I pressed one number—the only number I dared call. "Dante." I whispered. I looked at Damien leaning at the rock we're hiding putting pressure on his wound. I swallowed hard and whispered, "Dante." My eyes flicked to Damien, slumped against the rough rock, his hand pressed firmly against the bleeding wound. His face was pale under the moonlight, every breath shallow and uneven. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, and all I could do was hope Dante would answer. The line clicked once, twice, and then—

“I was just wondering how you were able to get my number since; you didn’t exactly ask for it” Damien laughed “Let’s just say I have my ways of knowing” “I’d love to know your ways” Kyle said before he could stop himself. “I’ll tell you in person, just get ready. I’ll pick you up at 7:30” “I should be ready by then” “Good. And wear something sporty. Don’t forget to text me your address” “I will do that immediately I get off the phone” “Perfect, see you in a bit” Damien said, then ended the call.

My heart waltzed inside my chest as I accepted that weird phone from him. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I have no words to thank you.” Damon smiled warmly. “It’s nothing, my lady. I am honored to serve you.” Then in the next hour, he taught me to use that satellite phone, adjusting the frequency to receive the call or text. He assured me. “I will send you a text right after reaching there. Please don’t worry, Cassian will be fine.” …. True to his words, Beta Damon sent a text message right after three hours. I carefully operated the phone and read his short message.

New message Recipient: Charm VDH "Let's call it off. Call me if you want me to send your stuff there so you won't have to see my face again." 02:45AM He sent the text without bothering to include a quick greeting. She had it coming. It should teach her a lesson. ×

I may as well make some cash. ArtIsMyLife33: I’ll take the date. Damien4: Good. I’ll see you at 7:00 PM. Please text me your address so I know where to pick you up. I hesitate. Do I want any of these guys to have my home address? We do have good security at my building, so I send it to him. The message is received, and then Damien signs off, abruptly cutting off our communication. “Okay…” I mumble. I go up to my profile and accept the date.

Damon informs him even if he himself is unsure about it. "There! I can see that bar sign from here!" After driving for just a minute more, Damon exclaims causing Dmitri to see straight ahead through the glass hood of the car. And that is when he sees the sign of the bar. Which appears to be not just a bar but actually a strip club! With narrowed eyes, Dmitri assess it from the exterior. "I don't even know how she found about such a place to begin with!" Damon mutters in a low voice. "Can you tell me how the hell were you able to contact her? Her phone is still switched off!" Dmitri tells him while showing him his phone screen which is now dialing Itzel's number but is going straight to voice

He said, dropping a message and ending the call. Message: Location: Dubai Marina, Dubai "Let's rock this place" I said, trying to track down the new location. "What about the police?" Spencer asked. "Damon got that all handled," I replied. Note: The password to enter Damon penthouse is 2017 not 2007, I acknowledge my mistake.

Text me back when you see this. I scoffed and blocked him. I clicked on Damien's contact. Typed a message. ME: How was practice today? Wanting to click send, but hesitating. What if he is busy? Victor hated when I texted him if he was busy. What if Damien hates it too? Then I deleted it. I sighed… there should be something to say… ME: Good luck for tomorrow's game. Then deleted it again. My phone beeped. New message. Damien. DAMIEN: Why did you stop typing?

It's being tempting to ask but I don't want to push it. "Yes. The boss sent you a text" "I didn't see any messages. Oh! My phone was low" "where are we going? Who else is coming? is it like a party?" I ask as I hurry back into the room. I wait for my phone to turn on and there's a text waiting for me. With eager fingers, I clicked it open. Dominiko: Tonight, 8 o'clock. Wear something red. I reread the message. That's it? No more details?

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!