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57. Not again, not ever.
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Living with the Enemy. 58. This Damsel in distress act.
Sofia.My head was pressed against a door at the moment as I was trying so hard to listen to what was being said between the alpha and the pretentious damsel in distress called Elena. When I saw that I could barely hear a single thing from inside, I tried to push the door slightly open but it seemed locked so I simply put one of my ears against the key hole instead. And I was surprised that I was able to hear what they were saying even though it was a bit faint.“Why are you like this, Elena? Are you sure that it is just the kidnapping and what not? Is it just the trafficking that happened to you? It just seems to me like it is way more than that, like this is very very personal than that, who hurt you, Elena, tell me.” I heard Deangelo ask her in such a calm tone that was obviously also laced with worry and concern.The tone alone made me annoyed and I rolled my eyes, hard. I could bet that his reaction would never be the same if I was in that bitch’s shoes. I was even starting to be
Living with the Enemy. 59. Update on Elena's Assault.
Deangelo.“Tell me a name, Elena. Please, just a name so I can be able to protect you properly from whoever it is, you have nothing to be scared of, telling me will do more good than harm, I promise you.” I kept pestering Elena who was scrunched into a ball before me, I tried so hard to keep my hands to myself and not let it roam over her body as I tried to get something, anything at all out of her mouth concerning her trauma.The fact that she had told me that she would rather not talk about it was enough to let me know that it was so not about the trafficking that had happened to her. it was about a particular person, someone and I needed to know who so I could get to the bottom of it all on my own without having to push her too far.On a normal day, I could have simply forced this out of her one way or the other, that was my original way of doing things like this, traumatic or not, but I would never out Elena through something like that all because I wanted to punish her assailant,
Living with the Enemy. 60. Men of the Ferrari pack.
Elena.Mr. Deangelo’s torso pressed gently against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, ran his hand up the side of my face and then gently turned it to mirror his. My lips automatically connected with the softness of his. Almost immediately, his urgent but tender tongue found its way into my mouth. Our lips massaged each other’s and we exchanged saliva whilst melting into a deep and passionate kiss.One of his hands slipped into my towelling robe and begun to caress my breast. My nipple hardened as he rolled it between his fingers. In fact, both my nipples could cut through diamonds. The fact that my back was to him, made it even sexier. It wasn’t long before the tension got too much and I had to face him so I swung around and straddled him. His hands barely left my breasts as I took control of the kiss.With every rotation of his tongue in my mouth, my hunger for him increased. I leaned back and allowed him to continue fondling my breasts. I watched his hands move with purpos
Living with the Enemy. 61. Mia has a boyfriend.
Mia.The wind howls as we arrive through the school gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. Friends were greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch while some others stood looking scared or idle. The seniors stood, tall and proud, confidence born of experience. The halls were dressed in black and white and the tiles were a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sent a chill down my spine and reminded me of something out of my nightmares.‘I do not want to be here,’ I thought and I wrap my arms around my chilled body; this was the last place I wanted to be. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid school because, apparently, it is a very important phenomenon, one that you have to do whether or not you like it. And for someone like me who literally had no friends, it was hard to just do a bidding because the society says so, I had even became a pariah because of the fight that I had with the girls who would not leave me alone, I was glad though beca
Living with the Enemy. 62. Being a teenager.
Mia.As soon as the car stops, I rushed out of the car and into the house with Fury, I see Ms. Elena sitting at the lounge and even though I would normally go to her and greet her while we joke around about school and what not, I just was not in that sort of mood today. Instead, I ignore her without as much as a greeting.I know that I was been really rude at the moment but I just did not seem to care, my temper could just not be tamed.“I don’t know what is wrong with her, it’s like some kind of witch possesses her to act like that sometimes.” I overheard Diego say to Ms. Elena and my head snaps in the direction of his voice only to see him hugging our nanny while sobbing quietly like a drama queen that he is.The sight angered me even more and I almost screamed, I saw Camila coming into the lounge at the same time that Mrs. Cali and some maids did but I simply proceeded to brush past Camila with no greeting or recognition whatsoever, every thing annoyed me so much that I could not ev
Living with the Enemy. 63. Banished from the Pack.
Elena.It took me a great deal of time to calm down Diego who was crying so much that he had even begun to run a temperature. He had seen his sister fall down the stairs so hard and he had been so devastated ever since. When I finally succeeded in getting him to fall asleep, I pulled the covers over him and then I went downstairs. “I did not do it intentionally, alpha, please. She fell off the stairs all by herself because she slipped, I had absolutely nothing to do with it.” I heard Sofia’s voice coming from the alpha’s study whose door was slightly opened.Camila stood a few feet away from the kitchen and I walked over to her. Luca was at the lounge listening to it all too while Mrs. Cali and some other maids were next to her. Everybody looked gloomy and sad, the whole atmosphere in the house was just very depressing too.“I think Sofia did not mean to harm Mia, she can be cold but harming Mia does not seem like anything she would do at all, she has been so caring to the kids sinc
Living with the Enemy. 64. A Gloomy House.
Elena.It had been raining for hours now, the steady patter of water against my raincoat long since faded to a dull rush in the back of my mind. The thick wool was almost soaked through. I didn't know if it would ever be dry again.I tramped my way along the rutted, muddy trail in irritated silence. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight. Not that I could tell; the clouds above stopped any light from aiding me on stupid stroll back to the house. I had a torch in my bag- any sensible person does- but God knows it wouldn't light in this downpour.A piercing gust of wind shook the trees above my head, showering my already miserable frame with a fresh deluge. I wiped the water from my eyes with a wet sleeve and tucked a lock of my long brown hair back under the protection of my hood. What I wouldn't give for an umbrella, or a lantern. But I had to be away from the gloominess of the house one way or the other, raining or not.It was even starting to tell a great toll on me as I could no
Living with the Enemy. 65. I have a brain tumor.
Mia. I awake with a dull pain underlying the numbness in my right arm, and am enveloped by the stench of drugs, antiseptics and what not. Even before I open my eyes, I already think that I'm not at home. The air is heavy and damp, pressing against my skin like a clammy shroud. Where am I?When I do decide to open my eyes, my vision is sleep-blurred and untrustworthy. All I see are moving shapes of light and dark, of color and shadow-- an indistinct, alien, jig-saw puzzle. I try to rub away the sleep fogging my vision with the fingers of my left hand, the right still feels dead and will not obey my directions. Like a fish of the deep rising to the surface of bright air and sun, I swim up to consciousness out of a dead blank into a whiter world than I have ever seen. The daylight is blinding. I can hear voices very near at hand, as if just behind my ear, talking together quietly in a sorrowful way. Beeping sounds battles with faint chatter as I try to gather my senses. The gray canvas
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