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"Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Damon quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as Elena reached the bottom step.
Without a word, Damon gestured towards the waiting car, a sleek black sedan idling at the curb, its windows tinted to obscure the view inside. Elena hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between Damon and the ominous vehicle, a silent harbinger of the unknown horrors that awaited them.
As Elena descended the staircase, each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of impending doom settling like a leaden cloak around her shoulders.
Damon waited impatiently at the bottom, his demeanor exuding a sense of controlled menace that sent a chill down Elena's spine.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Damon
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"I'm just... commenting," he was sarcastic in his response. "We are the same, Volkov, we did the same thing. If I decide to destroy you, the same happens to me. And guess what? The opposite is also true," Aaron felt that all the shots of tequila he had drunk weren't enough, so he decided to fill his glass once more. The bottle was already halfway gone when he placed it back on the table. Granger didn't even feel the burn of the drink going down his throat. "I killed Benedict, George destroyed the evidence, one of my men disposed of the body, and you kept the secret under wraps, taking over your family's company and protecting everyone, including me. Who is worse, Aaron?" Those conversations between Volkov and Granger were commonplace. They always spoke explicitly about crimes because if either of them were record
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After a few seconds, Aaron tore his eyes away from the frame. He knew that all this investigation, like the ones before it, was focused on his family. He took a seat in one of the chairs opposite Spencer's desk. The environment was much more familiar than he deemed prudent. "You were present the night Benedict died," the inspector accused. Granger reclined in the uncomfortable chair. His superior posture remained unshakeable, despite being out of his comfort zone. Aaron twirled the silver ring on his middle finger before looking at Spencer and saying: "Prove it." "You'll rot in a fetid cell, I promise." "Put me in the cell, then" just like the inspector, Aaron knew how to provoke. Granger's blue eyes sparkled with challenge. The way he joked with Spencer whenever he could made the inspector's hatred increase. Aaron knew that the police were far from fully discovering the truth, and he wouldn't be the one to put his cards on the table. "Why was Benedict killed?" Spencer asked,
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"Some pills, perhaps," the woman replied nonchalantly. That answer made the man lose his breathing rhythm. His concern was replaced by anger. Aaron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just to keep from shouting all the curses he knew, in all the languages he knew. However, when he spoke again, his calm still seemed to have not returned. "What the fuck? Did you get drugged?" "Not just me. Anastasia too" she replied. "Where are you, my angel?" Aaron tried not to get upset, because he knew self-control was his best quality. "I don't know. Maybe Manhattan? Aaron, I need to shut down. My mind is spiraling," Elena communicated, and then smiled again. That sound would be like classical music to a man's ears, if there weren't large doses of alcohol in the female voice. "Don't you dare hang up" he threatened, using a tone of voice that would certainly intimidate a sober Elena, but not this drunk Elena. "You can't force me. In fact, you don't care. You don't even like me" despite be
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She kissed his jaw, then moved down to his throat. Elena rested her hands on Granger's chest, digging her nails with little pressure into the fabric of his skin. Meanwhile, her mouth continued to take him to heaven. "Don't go beyond what you can handle," Aaron whispered. It was a threat, but it served to add gasoline to the fire that consumed Elena. She kissed Aaron's muscular chest, sliding her tongue against his skin exquisitely. And all the pressure of the moment was too much for the man. He couldn't wait any longer, so he grabbed Elena's arm again and turned against the door. She allowed him to exert absolute control over her body. Granger undid the tie on her robe, and saw the thin fabric fall like a veil at the woman's feet. Elena was beautiful from every angle, but the man had to admit that that angle was privileged. He noticed some redness on her skin, right where her palm hit it. Therefore, Aaron massaged the area as gently as possible. God forbid he should tarnish her
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MEXICO. HOTEL ROOM.Toc. Toc.Damon's senses slowly emerged from the fog of sleep as the persistent knocks on the door pierced through his consciousness. He turned to his side and saw Kisha, her peaceful form nestled beside him. Her brown locks cascaded gently over the pillow, reminiscent of Elena's, yet distinctly different.More knocks followed, each one amplifying the pounding ache in his head."I'm coming, damn it," Damon grumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep and the remnants of last night's indulgence in alcohol.In recent days, Damon had found solace in the numbing embrace of liquor, drowning his troubles in a haze of intoxication. The clarity of sobriety had become a rare luxury, elusive amidst the whirlwind of chaos that had engulfed his life.Toc. Toc.Another insistent rap echoed through the room, disrupting the heavy silence that hung in the air like a suffocating shroud.With a grunt of impatience, Damon stumbled out of bed, his limbs heavy with fatigue and the weight of
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"What are you reading?" she decided to ask.The beautiful woman walked into the office. Aaron made space between the chair and table so she could sit on his lap. He closed the leather book and placed it on the wood, ending his reading.Granger's office was modern, but it had personal details that the rest of the house did not have. The pictures on the wall had color and life. The portraits on the table recalled happy moments with his mother. It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special.Elena approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders."Gustave Flaubert" he replied."French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She couldn't believe someone like Aaron was interested in romance."All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging.Elena smiled, and then Aaron was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of wh
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They reached the end of the long hallway, where double doors were located. Aaron opened the doors to the master bedroom; a suite of questionable size with a direct view of the sea. And just like the living room, the bedroom had three glass walls. The rounded bed was perfectly lined with white sheets. The balcony doors were open and the wind that entered the suite was pleasant, with the smell and feeling of the ocean. The floor was light wood, polished and reflected. The furniture was dark, spaced apart and very tasteful. "This bed makes me want to sleep for days" Elena commented. "It's a shame because we have plans for the whole weekend" "We have?" The woman turned to Aaron and saw him confirm with a subtle nod. She furrowed her eyebrows, as she thought the weekend would be so they could rest, enjoy each other's company and strengthen the intimacy they had. "Starting with today". ** The first shoe outside the Range Rover was Elena's Saint Laurent. She descended so elegantly tha
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"Can you get the shampoo for me?" Granger asks, suddenly.I look at the holder, where the shampoo is even open, as he has just used it. I furrow my eyebrows. “It’s in front of you.”"It is?" he asks, and then I know he's not making a request of me, he's calling me to come there.I take a deep breath. I used to be a girl who attended church religiously, almost every day. I barely recognize the libertine I have become.I reach for the zipper on the back of the dress, sliding it down. I take off my dress, keeping the diamond necklace on, since I'm not wearing panties. I walk up to Granger, and the splashes of water hit my body.I hug him from behind, scratching his abdomen just to get the feel of his firm muscles and warm skin against my nails. Our bodies come together under the waterfall of water from the ceiling shower, and I rest my forehead against his back.I feel Granger's body tremble, and I realize that the reason is my nails running down his stomach. I press a little more, to le
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