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Living with the Enemy. 69. Dragging our departure back home.
Deangelo.I was on my way to the Grapevine club which was located in the country I had travelled to. As soon as I got there with Luca and my men, I could see the long waiting line, it went around the corner and has about two hundred youngsters waiting to have what they termed ‘fun.’ Many of them looked younger than twenty one and I could already tell that they had the perfect IDs that they think is deceiving anyone but themselves.After what was not a long waiting period for us because of our VIP card, we went in. Two steps inside and we were in a magical world of disco lights, laser beams, and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people and my body began to get irritated by the loud music and the body heat of hundreds of horny people. As I looked around, I could see beautiful ladies wearing tight outfits that show their body figures-and, sometimes, even more. Everyone was smiling and having such a good time and it was almost as if I was the only one who cared about th
Living with the Enemy. 70. An Unhealthy Obsession.
Sofia. It had been two weeks since I was sent way from Ferrari pack and also sacked from being the kids’ tutor, it has also been that exact weeks since I last slept. I looked in the mirror and hardly recognized myself anymore. My face was now gaunt, my cheeks sunken in, and my eyes were hollow. My hair was brittle and lifeless, falling out in clumps. My body was skeletal and sagged, with no energy to keep myself upright. I had lost so much weight since he walked me out of his life. I could barely eat or sleep. I spent my days obsessing over him, replaying our brief interactions in my mind, trying to decipher every word he said, every gesture he made. And this was all because of him. The alpha werewolf who did not even know about my feelings for him. The man who I do not exist to as anything other than his late wife’s best friend and children’s tutor. The man I had been in love with for years, but who had never feel the same way about me. He did not know how I feel about him, how I a
Living with the Enemy. 71. I really like you.
Mia.I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. It was a school day and I had to get ready quickly so I brushed my teeth, got dressed, and headed downstairs, Diego and Ms. Elena were already eating breakfast when I got there and I simply asked Mrs. Cali to pack mine. As soon as I got dropped off at school, I could already see Andrew waiting at the entrance but I did not want to conclude yet that it was for me because each day, I keep thinking that he would change his mind concerning this friendship thing that we got going. We had become inseparable since I got discharged and resumed back at school. We even had a nickname - the cleaning couple - because we cleaned the toilets together after school for the past three days, it was part of his punishments for some graffiti that he had drawn on school walls. But lately, I had been worried that Andrew might start to not like me anymore. His social standing had decreased since we became friends, and I didn't want to drag him down, I
Living with the Enemy. 72. Cupcakes and Cookies.
Elena.It was a Friday and I had just gotten back with both Mia and Diego from school when Diego informed me about the little fundraiser for a charity that his school organized and how they have all been asked to bring anything that they can to support one another.Even though Diego had been very excited as he kept talking about the event, it soon started to turn to panic for him because he thought that the entire event will be ruined all because of him. Diego had said that what he wanted to bring to school was cupcakes and cookies and since Mrs. Cali was not around because of the weekend getaway that she was on, there was absolutely no one who could help him with that. And I was sure that these are ties when he missed his mom dearly.I was not happy with how sad he was over it all so I knew I had to do something, “I will bake you the cupcake and cookies, Diego, don’t worry about it, you don’t have to be so sad.” I said to him and his face lit up.“Really? You will do that for me?” He
Living with the Enemy. 73. A Call.
Elena. It was now 11:00 p.m. and I was back in bed, reading. The room was dark, lit only by my bedside lamp. I didn’t hear from Mr. Deangelo today but I know he called the children. I heard him on the phone to Mia and Diego earlier. Part of me had been a little disappointed that he never calls me. I could not bring myself to understand why he would be so off with me. He had even called most of the pack at least once, all except me. I blew out a deep breath and shuffled around on the bed, annoyed at myself for no reason. I turned the page a little too aggressively and continued reading. My phone danced across my side table, the name Mr. Deangelo lighting up the screen. My heart instantly raced. It was him! ‘Act casual and professional,’ I reminded myself. “Hello? Alpha?” “Hello, Elle,” he purred. Elle? Oh my god! Did the alpha just purr and call me Elle? This was definitely a different kind of call. I bit back my smile. “Hi. Sir.” I greeted. "Is everything okay?" I asked. “Uhm
Living with the Enemy. 74. Locked in madness.
Sofia.I woke up to the sound of screaming and banging. It took a moment for me to remember where I was - the psych hospital. I look around the small room I share with another patient, trying to keep the panic at bay. But it was hard when I was surrounded by people who were clearly crazy, and I could not help but wonder if I was indeed one of them.The room I was put in was small and sparsely furnished, with basic amenities such as a bed, a chair, and a small table. The walls and floors were made of sturdy and easy-to-clean materials made of concrete and linoleum, and the windows were made of shatterproof glass to prevent self-harm or escape attempts.The room also had additional features which are padded walls even a camera system to monitor patients’ behavior. The lighting was typically bright and uniform, with no sharp shadows or dim corners that could cause anxiety or confusion. The decor was minimalistic, with soothing, neutral colors and simple patterns. The furniture was desig
Living with the Enemy. 75. A Date with Andrew.
Mia.I sat at my vanity after changing my outfit for the fifth time and I kept looking at myself and wondering if this one was the right outfit for the day. I was in a white off-shoulder top with a delicate lace trim that fell loosely over my torso. The fabric was lightweight and breathable, perfect for a warm day at the beach. I paired the top with high-waisted denim shorts that hug my curves just right. The shorts are frayed at the hem, giving them a slightly worn-in, vintage look.On my feet, I wore a pair of simple brown leather sandals with a small heel that added a bit of height. I also brought along a woven straw tote bag that was big enough to hold all my essentials, like my phone, sunglasses, and a beach towel. To protect my eyes from the sun, I wore a pair of oversized round sunglasses with a tortoiseshell frame. Finally, to complete my beach-ready look, I applied a little bit of sunscreen to my face and shoulders to protect my skin from the sun's harmful rays. I also brough
Living with the Enemy. 76. Regain our Upper hand.
Salvatore.I took a deep drag on my cigar, enjoying the rich, smoky flavor as I lounged in the plush armchair. The room was filled with beautiful women, all dressed in elegant gowns and dripping with jewels. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and fine wine, and I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me.But my peace was soon interrupted as the door bursted open and Bruno Amato stormed in, shouting obscenities in a mix of Italian and English. I felt a frown form on my face as I took in his flushed complexion, the veins on his head standing out vividly, and the sweat pouring down his face. I knew better than to ask what the problem is, but I did it anyway, knowing full well that it was only going to make things worse."You seem agitated. What's the problem, alpha?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm."That traitor, Deangelo. He's been poking his nose where it doesn't belong again." he said still pacing back and forth."What do you mean?" I asked, even though I was
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