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112. Your Petty Games.
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Living with the Enemy. 115. I have had enough.
Luca.I couldn't help but replay the conversation I had with Sofia in my head. She threatened me, yet it was almost comical how she believed she had the upper hand in our situation. I knew that my feelings for Elena could cost me dearly, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.While I walked through the halls of the house, I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. Sofia's words echoed in my mind, and I wondered what she would do if she found out the truth. Would she tell DeAngelo? Would she use it as leverage against me? I knew that I couldn't let that happen, but I couldn't stop my heart from longing for Elena.No matter how hard I tried, it just seemed like my thoughts were consumed by Elena. The way she moved, the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled in the light. I couldn't deny it any longer, I was in love with her.But what could I do? I knew Deangelo would never approve of this, never! Heck, he has a thing for the beauty too and its almost comical ho
Living with the Enemy. 116. People on my Side.
Elena.I was seething with anger as she thought about the recent altercation with Sofia. I couldn't believe that she had attacked me like that and was still trying to undermine my position within the pack. I do not get what exactly her problem was with me at all and she would not even go straight to the point and tell it, it was just point blank clear to me that Sofia would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, that which I still did not know clearly.As I walked through the house, I kept replaying the conversation I had with Sofia in my mind. Something about it just didn't sit right with me. It was like Sofia was trying to get under my skin, to provoke me into doing something I would regret. But I wasn't going to give Sofia the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool. I was determined to stay calm and collected, no matter what. And I knew that I couldn't do this alone. I needed to talk to someone I trusted about the situation.Camila came to mind. She and I had been close since I go
Living with the Enemy. 117. Sparring with Diego.
Deangelo.I noticed that Diego was in a bad mood and was being rude to everyone. I couldn't understand why he was acting this way. I had been up early this morning trying to get everything in order for the day, and I had been looking forward to spending some quality time with my family. However, Diego's behavior was making things difficult.I tried to talk to Diego, asking him what was wrong, but Diego refused to say anything. I could see that my son was upset, but I didn't know how to make things better. I was frustrated and confused, not knowing what to do.Elena seemed to notice the tension between us both and tried to intervene. She told me that Diego had another fight with his friend but I ended up looked at her suspiciously but decided not to push the matter. I knew that Elena has been keeping something from him, but I didn't want to cause any more trouble.I tried to talk to Diego again, but the boy still refused to speak. I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. J
Living with the Enemy. 113. New Friends.
Mia. I walked into the cafeteria with a sinking feeling in my stomach. The detention I had to endure earlier left a bad taste in my mouth, and I knew my classmates would be gossiping about it. As I headed towards the usual table where Andrew and his friends sat, I noticed the twins waving at me from the corner of my eye. I was pleasantly surprised. They had been kind to me before, but I didn't expect them to go so far as to invite me to sit with them during lunch. Approaching them, they smiled and motioned for me to join them. I felt a bit nervous, but I decided to take them up on their offer. After all, they had stood up for me during the fight, and I felt indebted to them. I settled down beside them, and they introduced me to their friends, who were surprisingly welcoming. We started talking, and I found myself opening up to them more than I ever did with Andrew's friends. They genuinely cared about what I had to say and didn't judge me. I found myself laughing and enjoying their
Living with the Enemy. 119. A spy in my pack.
Deangelo. I was at the dinner table with Elena and the family, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I thought about taking her out later that night. We had been so busy lately with work and family obligations and chores that we hadn't had much time alone together. I had planned a romantic evening for us and was looking forward to seeing her reaction.But when we finally got a corner alone and I suggested going out, she seemed hesitant and said she was tired. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes and knew that she had been working hard lately, taking care of the kids and keeping the house in order. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.I tried to hide my disappointment and asked if there was anything I could do to help her relax. She smiled weakly and said she just needed some rest. I told her to take her time and that I would wait for her in my study.While I sat there waiting, I couldn't help but wonder why Elena didn't seem as excited about our tim
Living with the Enemy. 114. Screeching of Brakes.
Elena. Deangelo and I entered the movie theater, and instantly, I felt a rush of excitement. Spending time with him always brought me joy, and this movie date was just what I needed. We found two seats in the middle row and settled in comfortably. As the lights dimmed, the previews started playing, and we eagerly discussed which movies we wanted to see in the future. Finally, the main feature began, and we both leaned back, grabbing our popcorn and drinks. I became engrossed in the story, feeling the emotions of the characters on the screen as if they were my own. Deangelo would occasionally lean in to whisper a comment or joke, and I couldn't help but giggle and playfully nudge him. The movie grew more intense and suspenseful, causing Deangelo's hand to tighten around mine. We were both on the edge of our seats, eagerly anticipating what would happen next. When the climactic moment arrived, we both gasped and held our breath. As the credits started rolling, we sat in silence for a
Living with the Enemy. 115. The Surgery Room.
Elena. The hospital was a flurry of activity. People rushed by in a blur, their footsteps echoing off the sterile white walls. I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by the sounds of beeping machines and the constant chatter of nurses and doctors. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and antiseptic, making my nose twitch. I watched as families bustled past me, some crying and others lost in thought. The sound of sobbing children echoed down the hallway, and I felt my heart break for them. I wondered how they could bear to be in this place, surrounded by so much pain and fear. While I waited for news from the doctors, my mind drifted to memories of Deangelo. I remembered the way he would smile at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I remembered the way his hand felt in mine, strong and steady. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I blinked them away. Minutes ticked by, and I grew more and more anxious.I watched as doctors and nurses rushed in and out of Deangelo's room, their
Living with the Enemy. 122. Some of his Memories.
Elena.I sat in silence for a few more minutes, sipping on the water, trying to calm myself down. After a while, I decided to take Luca's advice and take the children home to rest. I stood up from my chair, grabbed my purse, and walked over to Mia and Diego, who were sleeping on the couch in the corner of the room.I gently shook them awake, and they looked up at me with tired eyes. "Let's go home and rest," I said softly, and they nodded their heads in agreement. We made our way out of the waiting room, and I couldn't help but look back at the doors leading to the operating room, hoping for some good news soon.Diego's sobs were the only sounds that echoed in the house as everyone else slept. His cries tugged at my heartstrings as I tried to soothe him. I carried him around the room, rocking him in my arms with his head on my shoulder while trying to shush him. He felt so heavy, but I didn't mind; he was just a child, and he needed someone to comfort him. After what felt like hours,
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