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34. Bratty Little Boy
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Living with the Enemy. 35. Get her Back.
Deangelo.“Please,” a voice murmured, snapping my attention to the middle of the circle that had some dusts sprinkled, and in the circle was a man breathing heavily while standing with a tight chain, which was attached to the ceiling, wrapped around his neck. His fingers were digging into the metal and trying to rip it off. He huffed in exasperation.“Can’t shift, Bryan?” I smirked.He licked his dry lips, shifting a little, his bare feet slapping against the concrete while he extended one of his hands to me and croaks, “Please, Deangelo. Please, I am not even part of the Amato pack anymore, I am a changed wolf and I haven’t even seen them in years.”The pleading in his voice ignited the familiar excitement at the pit of my stomach, yet it extinguished quickly with the boredom that had lately been my constant companion. The last month had gone by with little to no progress concerning finding weaknesses aginst Bruno and his pack.I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of tequila be
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Funny Videos on Youtube.Elena.I was literally dragged away from the midst of the homeless people by Mr. Deangelo and I had been too shocked to resist, but as soon as we were at his car, I got to my senses and snatched my hand away from his.Refusing to follow him back home, I started to walk away with guilt, totally convinced that I was doing the right thing because he does not deserve to be close to the enemy’s child like that but then I immediately halted when he yelled.“Diego is sick! Mia keeps throwing tantrums, the kids want you, they miss you. And remember that you have absolutely no right to quit like that. Or have I given you any reason to think you could simply get up and defy me? Are you forgetting whom it is that you are dealing with right now?” He threatened but even without his threats, hearing that Diego was sick because of me and that Mia even wants me back was enough to get me into his ar without as much as grumbling.After hugging and laughing with the pack for alm
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Living with the Enemy. 40. He found me.
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Deangelo.Luca had to drag me down with him to this party because in his words, “you need to get out more and have fun. Staying so focused on making the plans and working will do more harm than good, that is why you are literally always cranky.”I set my fizzing glass on the table as I try to contribute to whatever it is that the men around me was talking about. The dance floor glowed as red and green laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was a luxurious party yet it was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable. My eyes roved over the tightly packed crowd. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold— on crack.Another chick, the fourth if I am accurate walks up to me confidently and after the briefest of hesitations, she came to perch on the corner of the sofa right where I sat on, ankles crossed, hands proceeding to roam about my body. I sh
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