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Isabella 134.

There was a nervous pit in my stomach as we got closer to home. Jackson the jovial bodyguard was grim with worry as he drove the car and looked at the rearview mirror almost every time. Her would glance at the side view mirrors too every chance he had. He was in ultra-watch dog mode and I was confident that he could spot anything that stood out of place as he drove.

I looked over at Damien, who was looking moodily out of the window. He was not really looking at anything because it was the only way he could avoid any form of conversation with Jackson still present.

We both quickly and silently walked into our apartment without saying a word to Jackson. It was a really long hard and bad day and his funny or snarky comments were not going to cut it. I had believed that we would at least make it into the bedroom before we fell apart, but we could not even make it to the staircase before we both erupted.

“I can not believe that you willingly went with him, behind my back,” Da