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Living with the Enemy. 96. Have a thing for Elena.
Sofia. I tiptoed through the sprawling halls of the grand Ferrari mansion, my heart pounding in my chest. The risk I was taking weighed heavily on my mind. The Amato pack had me in their grasp, threatening to send me back to the asylum if I didn't provide them with valuable information about Deangelo's plans. I had a mere week to come up with substantial details, and the pressure was suffocating. I always prided myself on my intelligence and resourcefulness, but this was uncharted territory for me. The stakes were high, and failure would have dire consequences. Bruno Amato, the leader of the pack, was not a man to be underestimated. I had heard tales of his merciless nature and how he dealt with those who crossed him. I had no intention of becoming another cautionary tale. My mind was in a constant state of turmoil as I scoured every nook and cranny for anything that could be useful to the Amato pack. Drawers and cabinets were rifled through, my hands frantically searching for any d
Living with the Enemy. 97. I like you, Elena.
Elena.I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts of Salvatore, Deangelo, and everything that was going on around me. I turned and tossed in my bed, but nothing seemed to help me drift off. I checked the time on my phone; it was past midnight. I knew I had to do something to tire myself out, or else I'd be up all night.I got out of bed and went to my closet, pulling out my swimsuit. The mansion had an indoor swimming pool that was open twenty four hours, and I figured a swim might just do the trick. I quickly changed into my swimsuit and made my way to the pool area. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the pool. As I approached the pool, I could feel the cool breeze on my skin and the sound of the water gently splashing. I approached the pool quietly, hoping not to disturb anyone who might be sleeping. But then, I was surprised to find Luca swimming laps in the pool with such fervor, his strokes sharp and precise, as though he was trying to outr
Living with the Enemy. 98. A Teenage Date.
Deangelo. I picked Elena up at my door, looking dashing as much as I could in a crisp white shirt and a pair of perfectly fitted jeans. I felt a flutter in my chest at the sight of her, but I quickly suppressed it. I could not afford to get too invested in this. I always remind myself that this was just a game we're playing, one that might be over soon and I could not afford to loose myself in it, not again. I still had my guard up as much as I could let it, so while Elena was thinking that I was giving her a silent treatment because of our last outing, I was actually trying so hard to keep to myself, I was trying so hard not to run into her arms at the slightest discomfort. I was feeling like this was getting too deep, like I was getting way out of control more than I should let myself be, I was getting very distracted. Heck, I had even said that I would like to let the pack know about us as soon as we got together, I am so whipped and it scares the hell out of me, I started to fee
Living with the Enemy. 98. Make my body hum with happiness.
Elena. I woke up to the sweet scent of flowers in my room. I blinked a few times, still feeling groggy from sleep. As I slowly came to my senses, I saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on my bed. I looked at the message card attached to the flowers and reads it out loud, "To the most beautiful woman in the world, may your day be as lovely as you are. I hope these flowers brighten up your day. Good morning, beautiful. Love, Deangelo." Deangelo's handwriting was bold and confident, yet there was a tenderness to it that made me feel special. I could not help but feel like a princess being wooed by a knight in shining armor. Deangelo was so thoughtful and romantic, it made my heart skip a beat, I had never been treated this way, ever, it was al things that I saw in movies or books while growing up and now that they were happening to me, I felt very special. I took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of the flowers, feeling grateful for this sweet gesture. I smiled so widely at th
Living with the Enemy. 99. Secret behind the smile.
Elena. I woke up to the sound of Mrs. Cali bustling around in the kitchen, her cheerful energy filling the air. The enticing smell of something delicious reached my nostrils, tempting me out of bed. I stretched my limbs and relished in the warmth of the cozy blankets that cocooned me. After getting dressed in a comfy sweater and jeans, I made my way to the kitchen, where Mrs. Cali greeted me with a warm smile and handed me an apron. We joined forces to tackle the task of packing the kids' lunches. I skillfully sliced the vegetables and fruits, while Mrs. Cali assembled sandwiches and snacks. Our hands worked in harmony as we chatted and giggled, a true bond forming between us. I couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound friendship. As we put the finishing touches on the lunches, a mischievous glimmer danced in Mrs. Cali's eyes. "Let's play a little prank on Mia," she suggested, her voice laced with playful excitement. Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you ha
Living with the Enemy. 100. Someone leaked it.
Deangelo. I felt like I was walking on clouds. The sun was shining bright, and the breeze was just right. I could not help but whistle a tune that had been stuck in my head all day. It was a new feeling for me, this lightness that seemed to have lifted the heavy burden I carried for years. I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face. The past few weeks had been nothing short of amazing. I was convinced that I had found something special in Elena, something I had never experienced before. I recalled the conversation with my son, Diego from the other day. Diego had questioned me about my whistling, noticing it was out of the ordinary. I had been hesitant to share my newfound joy, but seeing the spark in Diego's eyes, I had opened up. It felt good to be honest and share this happiness with someone. I realized that I no longer worried about the speed at which my relationship with Elena was progressing. I trusted my gut instinct that told me to make her happy and to see her smile.
Living with the Enemy. 101. I want it.
Elena. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. Diego was especially restless and full of energy today. He asked so many questions and ran around non-stop, making it difficult to keep up with him. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was able to get him to bed. I tucked him in tightly, kiss him on the forehead, and tiptoed out of his room. As I finally put Diego to bed after a long and tiring day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Deangelo. He had been distant and seemed preoccupied all week, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was upset with me. Maybe he thought I was somehow involved in the leak at his company or that I wasn't being supportive enough. These thoughts filled me with a sense of insecurity and frustration. But tonight, I had a plan to change things. I wanted to remind him of our connection, to show him that I was there for him in every way possible. I dressed in a silky, barely-there robe and took extra care with my hair and makeup. a su
Living with the Enemy. 102. Dangerous World.
Sofia. I was hesitant when I received Bruno Amato's message to meet him. My dealings with the Amato pack had not been pleasant and I knew that meeting with them could lead to trouble. However, I had no choice. They were holding something over my head and I needed to play along if I wanted to stay alive. After dressing up in a black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. I paired the top with dark skinny jeans and ankle boots. My long brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and I had minimal makeup on except for a bold red lipstick. The venue where I met Bruno Amato was a dimly lit, secluded bar tucked away in an obscure part of the city. The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke, and the atmosphere was tense with the unspoken threat of danger. The bar was small and cramped, with just a few dingy booths lining the walls, and a scattering of tables and chairs scattered haphazardly throughout the room. The lighting was low, casting everything in shadow, and the
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