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He smiles, “I don’t want to scare you off, Alice. I just wanted to convince you that I was there, I was the one that saved you and not the other way around. I would never hurt—“ I cut him off, “—it’s okay. I understand and I’m not scared. I just want to know more,” “Of course. You can ask me anything and I’ll be truthful,” “How old are you, Damon?” Damon is no way more than his early 30s. The way he carries himself, the way he dresses and the way he speaks, it wouldn’t cause any suspicion. However, there is just something in his gaze. As if he has been through years or even centuries as the world folds into a different era. He moves slower, he takes his time in the words he speaks. I am conf

His maddening desire to protect those he loves… Fixing spies on you, bugging your phone, bugging your home, keeping tabs on all your movements… It stems from all the hurt Dimitri and his father caused him. Salvatore isn’t an arrogant man who has it all together. He is a broken, shaken man who refuses to show it. A fighting so hard not to drown in the tides of his past… The tides of his trauma.

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

When I cummed again, my whole body shook and my voice started breaking. Damon groaned loud and spilled c*m deep on my cl*t, holding me tight as he brought out his c*ck. “Want more, my Luna?” We f*ck*d each other and were breathing hard. He turned me around and kissed me softly. “I love you,” Damon whispered, and held my ears. “I should have said it that first time. He helped me dress, then trained me for hours. I practiced partial shifts, moving faster, hitting harder. After the training, I realized I couldn’t fight in my half-wolf form without losing control.

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.

When they saw me though, they moved to stand by the sides, clearing the pathway for me to drive through. I drove Connor’s black Lamborghini Aventador to a complete stop beside Tom’s red Nissan GT-R. Connor’s racing car was already labeled the black monster on the racing tracks. I don’t get why Tom would want to try his luck against it. Well, no matter what, I don’t give a fuck. As long as I get to race, I am clueless to the outer world. All I focus on is the finishing line as I beat my competitor. If I am going to race, I will race to win, not to lose and I have never lost a race before. It’s not going to happen now. I will not want to tarnish my own record at winning races. Tom was already

He wanted the attempts on his and the Danvers family life to stop tonight, and he was going to make sure of that. Salvatore, who appeared relaxed in his office chair, observed Liam closely. He couldn't help but be impressed by Liam's composure. The way Liam sat there, looking carefree despite knowing the potential danger he was in, made Salvatore wonder about his thoughts and intentions. He finally remarked, "You seem smart, Mr. Danvers."

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”