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Thirty-One: We’re Not Good People.
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A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Two: Trust Is A Dangerous Game.
The feel of the cold methylated liquid against the side of her face forced her eyes to part slowly and painfully. Emma narrowed her blurry gaze unto nothing in particular in front of her until Damien came in full focus with his hands framing her jaw."It's okay" He whispered and jerking from the chair, Emma looked around. "There was—" Her words were slurpy as she let out a shaky breath. "There was a man here, where is he?" She asked upon the realization that she had blacked out next to the counter and next to a man that had a gun in his hands. She turned to look to Damien who had a head wound of his own tendered to but he just fastened his gaze tighter around her."He's gone" His voice was reassuring and convincing but not enough to make her relax back into the chair just yet. She still stole callous glances around her and there was a sharp silence to breed between the both of them—one that was broken by her very own sigh of relief."What did he want, Damien?" She asked him and he ro
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Three: Stay Away From My Mother.
Sofia ran her hands through her wet hair, with the water from the shower gracing along her frame. Turning the temperature up, her skin glossed a bright red color and the heat of the water calmed her nerves for tonight.“We’re going to be late” Oscar’s voice forced her to withdraw from her subconscious and the bathroom was thick with steam as she stepped out.“Oh i won’t take so long to get ready” Sofia brushed past his shoulders as she reached for the robe around her body. “Said every woman ever” Oscar sarcastically remarked and she batted her eyelashes. Except Sofia Winters was not like every other woman—she barely wore makeup at all. Maybe just a lip liner or a gloss. The most, a mascara. All her life there was nothing that fancied her about coloring her face.It was not as if she was so confident on her own because there were instances where she would look the unrecognizable figure in the mirror and she’d come so close to tears. Growing up, it was so difficult to accept she was th
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Four: Every Woman Desires To Be Wanted.
Leaving behind the peaceful sombres that emanated from the guitar and the orchestral group, Francesca drew Aaron's arms and didn't halt until she was behind the private doors of the villa. Those doors closed to them and initiated a brief silence that fell between the pair.It was not entirely dark because she could make out the crinkle that formed above his eyes. “What is it?” Aaron gnashed through his teeth, looking over his shoulders as if someone was unto him. No one was.Francesca then dipped her hands into her clutched purse, bringing out a card like paper and throwing it into his arms. She was restive, tapping her feet against the floor and Aaron could scent her nervousness. “What is it?” He barely completed his statement before looking into the card and Francesca cleared her throat.“I have an idea” She carried on, as if not seeing the shock that filled his eyes. “Here me out” She inched closer to him and cut his words off—or maybe he didn’t even have any words to say. “It mig
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Five: Tear The Family Apart.
“Sofia” He called but for whatever reason, she turned her back to him before walking a lot further. Pushing a lump down his throat, he reached for her hands which gnashed across the knee-length grasses in the field.“We need to talk” He was halted by his commanding tone and then his ravaging touch that happened to consume her body before she pulled away. “We need to talk about what happened the other night—““Quiet!” She bickered, placing a hand on his lips which fell to his chest.“Someone might hear you” She darted an earnest gaze around the fields and towards as far as the veranda. Theodore let an eye roll consume his gestures as he scoffed.“Maybe i don’t care if they do!”His words met her face like a slap of truth and she was speechless for a second. “Maybe i don’t care if they do, Sofia” Theodore dared to reach for her hands and this time, she was much more reluctant to withdraw. Her eyes were glassy with the tears she held back and her throat, sore.“You don’t mean it” She rep
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Six: An Impending Doom.
“Here.” Francesca penned down her signature before handing the papers to Aaron. He lifted his dark pair of shades to his forehead, abandoning the few bags he’d already packed. The sun, above the horizons speared through the windows and hit him in the corner of his eyes.“Can i take this?” A guard asked, drawing his attention away from his wife and he just nodded briskly. “What is this?” He turned back to Fran who leaned against the wooden wardrobe with the italian carvings. She took a breath of the air with the intention to savor the last of it before they got on the plane back to Salem.“The clinic i reached across to” She said quietly, running her hands through her blonde hair which she’d packed to fall across her face—the face time she wore it that way, not that her husband cared so much.“They agreed to get back to us in a few weeks” Those words were enough to convince him to sign across the ledger and he handed the papers over to Francesca. “We’re really doing this” He echoed as
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Seven: Something To Remember Her By.
ELEVEN YEARS AGO.His brush met the canvas with light brown strokes, and he looked to his magnificent drawing from all the corners. It was beautiful, not because of his talent for he was only learning but because of the person that was in it—the person Oscar Baron drew.He was the new boy at the elementary, and being the invisible brother he was, Oscar was fond of camouflaging. He would sit by the corner with his pen and paper by lunch and act so mysterious while the class went on. He was used to some attention because a few of the popular girl liked him—they fell for his mystery before his dark glistening hair and freckles.Oscar knew but he was quiet.It was so hard to decipher what he was thinking at any moment, so hard to tell if he found a joke funny or if he understood the lessons. In his six months that he was there, no one did as much as form a relationship with him before he disappeared.Sofia was one of the dozen girls who couldn’t take her eyes off him. She’d pray on her kn
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Eight: What Happened To Freya.
“Sofia!”Even his voice couldn’t stop her from ravaging the closet ls for a few clothes and whatever she sought after. Sofia was on edge, running her hands through her hair before reaching for the one bag she’d brought.“Hey” Oscar reached out to deter her, and only then did she pause for a deep breath. She looked into his eyes and he looked into hers to see how much anxiety had overcome her dilated pupils. “Hey hey” His voice was calm and towering and she was restive within his clasp.“I need to go” Sofia asked of him and having already known of her mother’s fate, Oscar nodded reluctantly. “Okay i’ll drive you, Sofia. Just let me get some work finished up” Oscar added but with a hand, she pushed him away.“I don’t have much time. My mother doesn’t have much time” Sofia was back in her state of agitation once again and she groped her bags. “You have to be careful, Sofia. What if it’s a trap?” Oscar roped her arms back and she snapped at him.“My father is everything but a liar. I know
A Deal With Mr. Baron Thirty-Nine: Public Knowledge.
“Damien.”“What are you doing here?” Sofia asked, using a finger to push a strand of hair behind her ears. The sun reflected in her brown eyes and she found herself taking a conscious step back. She was meters away from the roads and a few steps below from where he stood.With his arms against the railings, Damien sauntered towards her.The car tires and noises echoed her ears and were a little louder because of her sudden anxiety. Sofia dreaded the moment that she would face him alone—especially after he came to Salem with her father. She could never comprehend how fast one could detest someone you once loved until it was her story.Until it happened to her.And now when she called his name, and when Sofia looked into endearing eyes that wasn’t so much so, she didn’t feel anything for him.“I was just with your father and he told me you were here. I couldn’t not want to see you” Damien spoke in his signature hoarse voice as his hands slipped into his pockets. She pushed a hard lump
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