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
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
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
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
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!" "
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
Elena. Walking into the supermarket alongside Camilla, a sense of unease washed over me, refusing to be shaken off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I found myself constantly glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of someone shadowing our every move. While I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for this uneasiness, I knew it was connected to recent events that had unfolded. Camilla seemed to sense my unease, as she too wore an unsettled expression. It was clear that we both shared a heightened level of caution, knowing that it wasn't safe for us to be so exposed, especially after the alpha's warning about the Amato pack's search for members of our own pack, including Camilla and myself. I made an effort to focus on the task at hand—assisting Camilla with the shopping. I surveyed the faces of fellow shoppers, searching for any signs of suspicion or danger, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Our objective was to collect the necessary groceries
Elena. I slowly opened the door to Diego's room and peered inside. The room was dark, except for a small night light on his bedside table. I tiptoed closer to his bed and saw that he was sound asleep. His tiny chest was rising and falling with each breath, and his hair was tousled around his face. I smiled softly and sat down next to him on the bed. I watched him for a few minutes, feeling a wave of affection for him wash over me. I couldn't believe how quickly he was growing up. It felt like only yesterday that I came in here as his nanny and he did not like me at all, and now he was so attached to me and even I feel like he is one of the best things I have ever gotten in my life. While I sat beside Diego, I gently ran my fingers through his hair, relishing its soft and silky texture. However, my tranquil moment was abruptly interrupted when he began thrashing and mumbling in his sleep. Concerned, I withdrew my hand and leaned back, observing him intently. In an instant, Diego's e