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Isabella

"No. That is unacceptable, Isabella," Damien growled angrily at my suggestion. We were in the car Jackson's car and he was driving us to one of his safe houses. I had no interest in staying in a safe house. So I told him where I wanted Jackson to take us.

"It is the only sensible thing to do, Damien," I implored him.

Damien clamped his mouth shut and would not look at me.

"Why his place of all places?" Damien asked angrily.

"Because it is the last place Monroe would look, and we can not check into an hotel, he would anticipate that," Jackson said as he drove. "And there is a probability that my safe house has been comprised, hence, Emilio," He added.

As Jackson's car sped along the desolate streets, the tension inside the vehicle was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. I could feel Damien's gaze burning into me, his jaw clenched in silent frustration as we hurtled towards an uncertain future.

My mind raced with conflicting thoughts, torn betw