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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
Living with the Enemy. 77. Go back home.
Deangelo. We have remained abroad for what just seems to draw out as years to me but I tried as hard as I could to focus on everything more important, anything at all as long as it was not Elena. But I would be lying if I said that I succeeded in that aspect in anyway, not even after the episode that we both had the previous night. She had been engraved in my mind, soul and body since then and I could only kind of get her out only for a few minutes and that was always after I had scolded myself so much for obsessing over everything that has to do with her. The way that she always managed to make me feel so giddy and childish had made me conclude that i was simply acting like a teenager who had just found his first crush. Ugh! I was busy reading a book about finance I could literally not give two fucks about on a normal day if not for boredom and the zeal to act busy and engross myself in anything at all when Luca walked into the room. “I am done with my investigation on that man t
Living with the Enemy. 78. Make all your Enemies Disappear.
Sofia.I have been put in a solitary confinement due to my troubles being too much and how I am dangerous to have a roommate, or so they said.My room was now a small, stark cell, devoid of any personal touches or comforts. The walls were made of gray, cold concrete, with no windows to allow natural light or fresh air in. The only source of light came from a harsh, fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting an unrelenting glare on everything in the room. The door was thick and made of steel, with a small rectangular window through which the staff can observe me. There were no other openings or air vents, making the air inside stuffy and stale.The silence was deafening, with no sound except for the hum of the air conditioning. The bed, if it could even be called that, was a thin, uncomfortable mattress placed on a metal frame bolted to the floor. The only other piece of furniture in the room is a small, metal toilet and sink combo that was just barely functional.There was no
Living with the Enemy. 79. Now a Couple.
Mia.As I walked into the classroom on Monday morning, my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew that Andrew was going to sit next to me, and even though we had been dating for a few weeks now, I still couldn't believe that he actually liked me. I had never had a boyfriend before, and the idea of being part of a couple was both thrilling and terrifying. Mia's heart races as Andrew makes his way towards her, leaving his own seat to sit beside her.I felt my cheeks heat up as Andrew walked towards me, his backpack slung over one shoulder. It was Monday, and I was still adjusting to the reality that Andrew and I were now a couple. As he approached me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. When he reached my desk, he smiled and slid into the seat next to me. I felt y cheeks turn bright red as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I knew that everyone in the room was watching us, and I couldn't help feeling self-conscious. I wasn't used to being the center of attention, and the fact
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