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Living with the Enemy. 102. Dangerous World.
Sofia. I was hesitant when I received Bruno Amato's message to meet him. My dealings with the Amato pack had not been pleasant and I knew that meeting with them could lead to trouble. However, I had no choice. They were holding something over my head and I needed to play along if I wanted to stay alive. After dressing up in a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. I paired the top with dark skinny jeans and ankle boots. My long brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and I had minimal makeup on except for a bold red lipstick. The venue where I met Bruno Amato was a dimly lit, secluded bar tucked away in an obscure part of the city. The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke, and the atmosphere was tense with the unspoken threat of danger. The bar was small and cramped, with just a few dingy booths lining the walls, and a scattering of tables and chairs scattered haphazardly throughout the room. The lighting was low, casting everything in shadow, and the
Living with the Enemy. 103. Fake Concern.
Elena. I shuffled through the piles of boxes and containers, sneezing occasionally as the dust tickled my nose. Finally, I found a box with Diego's name on it, my heart swelling with anticipation. But when I opened it, the box was empty. I sighed as I frantically searched through the other boxes to find what I was looking for, but to no avail. Where could it be? Where could this toy of his be? Just then, Mrs. Cali walked in, her eyes scanning the room before resting on me. "Looking for something?" she asked, her tone curious. "Yes," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. "That childhood toy that Diego is so obsessed about, he told me about it and how it suddenly disappeared and he cried for it for days, he told me that it would make him so happy if he ever finds it again. I thought it would be in here, but the boxes are just empty." "Oh, that," Mrs.Cali said with a knowing smile. "We put all of Diego's toys somewhere else to keep him from being reminded of his mother too much
Living with the Enemy. 104. Petty Deals.
Salvatore. While I sat at my desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork, a feeling of unease crept over me. My informant was late, and that never meant anything good. Just when I was about to give up hope, he finally walked through the door, looking disheveled and visibly nervous. "What do you have for me?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair, trying to keep my tone steady. "It's about Bruno," he whispered. "He has control over Sofia." My blood turned cold. Sofia was an important asset, and if Bruno had power over her, it could spell trouble for our entire operation. But before I could fully process the implications, my informant continued speaking. Confusion furrowed my brow as I tried to grasp the situation. "What do you mean by control?" My informant shifted uncomfortably, clearly on edge. "I mean, he has something on her. Something that makes her do whatever he wants." "And it's even worse," he said, glancing nervously around the room. "Bruno has been using Sofia to make secret d
Living with the Enemy. 105. Detention for the rest of the year.
Mia. I was sitting in math class, trying to solve a difficult equation when the intercom buzzed. “Mia Ferrari, please come to the principal’s office,” the receptionist said. I felt my heart drop. What could I have possibly done wrong? I hadn’t been in any trouble recently. I gathered my books and walked to the door, feeling the eyes of my classmates following me. I could see the curiosity in their faces, but I ignored it and continued on my way. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? As I walked down the hallway towards the principal's office, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. Close to reaching the principal's office, an unsettling sensation gripped me. Why was I being summoned to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Could it be a consequence of the recent altercation with those girls during lunch? Or perhaps there was an entirely different explanation altogether? Despite my efforts to reassure myself tha
Living with the Enemy. 106. Someone spying on me.
Deangelo. I sat at my desk, my mind swirling with thoughts of betrayal and espionage. It was clear to me that someone within my organization or pack had leaked the details of our deal with the Philippine government. But who was it? And how had they gained access to such confidential information? Luca had been out investigating all day, and now he sat before me with a file in his hands. I looked up at him, eager to hear what he had uncovered. "Well?" I asked, my voice low and steady. Luca cleared his throat, "Based on my findings, it was a young man who recently joined the pack that had leaked the information." I felt a jolt of anger surge through me. How could someone be so careless with such sensitive information? And why would they do something so foolish? I stood up and began pacing back and forth, my mind racing with questions. "Who is he? What's his name?" I demanded. Luca flipped open the file and read out the name, "His name is Michael Ramirez. He's been working at the par
Living with the Enemy. 107: My decision was Final.
DEANGELO. I sat at the home bar with my father, sipping on a glass of whiskey. We were discussing business, but the conversation took an unexpected turn when father brought up Elena. I wasn't sure how he knew, but I wasn't surprised. My father always had a way of finding out things he shouldn't, one would think he stalks me even. "I know you and that girl are an item now," Father said, taking a swig of his own drink. "and I can not bring myself to understand why any sane person would decide to go down the same lane twice! Especially for someone you literally found like some rat in your bathroom, she is literally a nobody and could drop you in a twinkle of an eye if she was given the opportunity to. Something just does not sit right with me about that girl and I do not know why you do not see it either!" I bristled at the insult. I knew that Elena was nothing like what father described her as. How dare him insult Elena like that? She was more than just a girl to me for fuck’s sake. S
Living with the Enemy. 109. More of your Brain.
ELENA. Diego was in a foul mood today. He had gotten into a fight with his friend William over a toy and had promised never to speak to him again. I sat him down and asked him to tell me what happened. Diego’s eyes were downcast, and he fidgeted nervously with his fingers. I could tell that he was upset, and I needed to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. “William took my toy car and refused to give it back,” he said, his voice filled with frustration. I could see why Diego was upset, but I also knew that this was a small matter that could easily be resolved with an apology. “That sounds very frustrating, Diego,” I replied, nodding my head in understanding. “But is it worth losing a friend over?” Diego shook his head, “No, but I really wanted my toy back and when he refused to let me have it, I shouted at him.” "I think you should apologize to William for getting angry with him," I suggested. Diego looked at me skeptically, "But he was the one who took my toy!" "
Living with the Enemy. 108. Father and Grandfather.
ELENA. I did not know what the fight was about, but I did not need to be told that Deangelo needed some time to calm down so I decided to leave things alone for a while, to let him process his emotions and come to terms with what had happened. I didn't want to push him into talking about it if he wasn't ready. I knew that sometimes, when emotions are running high, it's best to take a step back and give people some space. I wanted to be there for Deangelo, to support him in whatever way he needed, but I also knew that he needed to process things on his own. I was walking down the hallway, on my way to the children's playroom when I heard Camilla calling out to me from the kitchen. I turned back to see her rushing towards me, giving her puppy eyes. "Elena, please come with me to the supermarket," she pleaded. "I need to help to get some foodstuff to make the children's favorite food, hopefully, it would cheer them up, mom said so." I paused for a moment, contemplating her request. I
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