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35. Get her Back.
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Living with the Enemy. 36. No, it was not Salvatore.
Elena.After leaving the Ferrari’s estate, even though I literally had nowhere to go, but with the money that was with me, I decided to look for the cheapest hotel I could find but it was futile so after walking around all though the day, seeing that the night was falling so fast, I had to settle for a first motel that I sighted.The motel was an old building that had somehow managed to elbow its way between a converted warehouse and a block of apartments. The hotel had just five bedrooms, stacked on top of one another like a house of cards, each one with a view of the canal. The flower market was a short walk away and even at night the air smelled sweet.Dressed in a long black dress with a facemask and scarf wrapped around my head, while carrying a little bag of clothes and some food, I walked into the building.The motel lobby had the same odour as an old folks home. The floor carpet was a decade too old and with an old fashioned pattern of large flowers interrupted by worn and thr
Living with the Enemy. 37. I want Jules' Life.
Sofia.I tiptoed into Jules’ room as I fantasized about how I would definitely become its new inhabitant when it all falls in place between Deangelo and I, the ultimate dream of mine since forever.I tiptoed in, so as not to disturb the prints in the carpet from her oh-so graceful feet. I gazed in envy at the numerous beautiful hardback books that her husband had given her; they had never been read and simply collected dust and had stood in piles. It made me bitter when I thought of the tattered copies of the classics I had scavenged for at jumble sales and the efforts I made to return the library books I so frequently borrowed.Paper shopping bags from expensive shops, many still with new yet unworn designer garments hung off door handles and bed posts, reminiscent of the countless shopping trips Jules would make. My tiptoeing feet stepped over the the boxes that had her belongings and I glared at the beautiful things she had, at the silver jewelled necklaces that would glint, even i
Living with the Enemy. 38. Funny Videos on youtube.
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
Living with the Enemy. 39. Story telling skills.
Elena.Days had passed since I returned back into the Ferrari Pack’s abode, much to my self guilt. I was seated with Camila in her room while the kids get tutored by Sofia in their lecture room and this has been some sort of ritual for Camila and I since I returned.Right now, she was talking so sensually about some sex she recently had with her ex, one who I know nothing about of course and I listened to her so attentively because her story telling skills was second to none, really.“I am telling you that when the door closed, every pretence between us fell instantly. The facade we were showing the world and ourselves melted away and all we wanted was to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss had a raw intensity as we breath fast and our heart rated faster. Then before I know how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk.Girl, I felt his hand enter from below and it started moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he w
Living with the Enemy. 40. He found me.
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Living with the Enemy. 41. A Dark Alleyway.
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Living with the Enemy. 42. Out of her comfort zone.
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
Living with the Enemy. 43. A long Night for the Ferrari Pack.
Deangelo.As I walk away from the alleyway with Elena limp in my arms, I am transported back to that dark place in my head, the same one that I have always tried to keep tucked deep down in a corner of me. The scenario where my where my mom was raped by men who only knew how to abuse their strength and murdered in cold blood without any mercy.It made me livid as I wondered what would have happened if I had not found her on time, I felt powerless just as I have felt back then, I was angry that the same thing that had happened back then had just happened to Elena, to the poor girl who had not known a thing, who had not even deserved it. Elena coils in my arms as she grips me so hard and buries her head in my chest, she was shivering so bad that I felt like it was basically winter already.Two cars suddenly parked by my side and I realized that it was Luca and Camila. They both rushed to me and I threw another glare at Camila.“What happened to her? Why is her dress all torn and what ar
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