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"Or maybe she does. Now that Daddy's gone, anyway." My jaw braced. Vincent laughed as if he'd just made the century's best joke. "Hey, calm down, De Luca. You know, I always wondered what kind of woman Fiorella's type was. Never thought I'd say lapdog, though." I moved before he could react. One step closer. One hard shove to his chest. He stumbled back, his sneer wavering as he regained his balance. "Oh?" He blinked in affected surprise, laughing again. "Did I touch a nerve?

Mauricio took his time replying to her. "For starters, I don't like the man…cocky…thinks the universe spins around him…or it can't function without him"Mauricio was blunt with his reply which earned a chuckle from Vivie. Shifting in her seat, Vivie was amused by Mauricio's reasons. It was a shame Victor thought the same

"I'm always serious." "What about Russell? The truce." "Truce is done." Another silence, longer this time. "What's the catch." "You still have connections in Venezuela?" A short, brittle laugh. "Who is it." "Victor Madden." The silence that followed had texture to it. When the man spoke again his voice had changed entirely, stripped clean of anything casual. "I'd take him to La Sabaneta myself." "Then pack your bags, Felipe. I'll be in touch." Eli ended the call. He deleted the number, set the phone face-down on the chaise lounge, and stood for a moment looking at the lightening city.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

I furrowed my eyebrows as I display my disgusts while he laughs like someone who's out of their minds. "What are you on now, huh?" "No, nothing. Americano just taste so much better, you know," He shrugged. What the hell?! After putting me so high up earlier and raising questions and telling me what mom also told me, he just starts acting like a bitch? "And who the hell is Venice anyway?" I asked out of the blue after a few minutes of silence. "HAHAHAHA" Kier burst out laughing and almost choked on his coffee. He was holding his stomach and started turning red as I try to figure out what was funny.

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It was a sensitive subject, and after Vince had scolded me about it, I knew all too well that it wasn’t something to poke fun at. It looked like his ‘friend’ didn’t feel the same. “We shouldn’t joke around like that. It’s not fair towards Vince.” Beau opened his mouth. “Speaking of Vince. Has anyone seen him around? I think he should be here by now.” “No.” “I heard he’s lazy. At one point, he was asleep for half a year.” One of the men joked around again, referring to Vince’s coma. Meanwhile, Christian just stood there, smiling. Was this the way his friends had his back?

"Another man Victor? Connected to cartels. Dead now, they say. But his network... V3? That's Marco Ruiz. Local fixer. Hired for jobs like yours." V3—Marco. Here? My mind raced Richard's "contact" today. Was this the meeting? Selling me out? Javier's fingers curled inside, thumb on my clit. "Relax. I can get info. But you stay. Fuck me again." I moaned, spreading wider. "Deal. Now... eat me clean." He did, tongue lapping his own cum from my pussy, making me writhe. "Tastes better mixed," he murmured. "Now, suck my cock. Get me hard for round two."

Eventually, I gave up and turned the TV off for good. Fiona, always eager to lend a hand, had suggested some popular apps like F******k and I*******m to help me adjust to the modern world. I played along, pretending I'd check them out, but I knew it wasn't my cup of tea. After all, if it's anything like the news, I wasn't interested. Vivaldi may look young, but he's an old soul at heart. So it kinda made sense that he'd be interested in stuff like the news. My curiosity got the better of me, and I strain to listen to what had him so hooked.

“Calm down, Romano. Behave yourself. Let’s stop acting like children and settle this like adults. You are all welcome to come inside with me if you want a solution to this reverse harem.” Just then, Fernando exited the SUV, striding toward them with a frown. "What's going on here?" he questioned, but got no answer. "Hey, good to see you, Mi Amigo,” Vincenzo greeted, a grin tugging at his lips. “Your face was all over the news—everyone thought you were dead! It’s almost like I am seeing a ghost right now. Are you even real?” He reached out to touch Deangelo’s face, but Deangelo smacked his hand away, grumbling, “Don’t push it,” as he began to walk toward the gate, determined to hide the pain