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belle
Angélo, I just
as hoarse, raw w
s desperate t
n the doorknob, tightening. My hear
father so vulnerab
ying to figure out the scene I
r feel pain, that
in, but that is always just for a few moments,
act this desperate befo
her), making the toughest decisions at
the wealthiest families in their local clan. This gave Fa
paint shop because of me. She knew how mu
fore," I quickly remember
ost motionless at his b
ce my childhood that Father had some strange faces visiting us from time
sphere was different fro
face of the man sitting, from the regula
und for a few
pered nearly out loud bu
ars, has been seen to
Shadow King? The man wh
ere pumping into my
leading with
n the threshold, his p
m. And for some strange and unknown reas
oni D'
ulders, his tailored shady-black suit, the way his dark
xudes power, the kind that d
er and masculinity. His fingers tapped against the armrest
m, and cold voice cut through the air. "T
further to hear w
tering something, but he flic
You lost! Now, it's time to pay you
their discussion was heading. Out
voice barely s
dread coils around m
er me, resting a little on my
? Not very b
child pleading guil
mach t
s goin
ow?" He sounded
s head. "I was go
ued to twist fearfully and painfu
t his palms, which he placed between his laps. "Belle, s
ng my head. "...no cho
.I owe Mr. D'Angélo mor
ith slow, deliberate steps, like a panther circling its prey, his scent,
utterly confused. My gaze followed him caref
e cut through the
..." His voice was smooth, but there wasn't any
ouldn't...!" I was so shocked that I couldn
er, pleading. "Father, plea
he chair, his hands
side my eyes and
ess. His lips curled-not in anger
e even more fragile than I im
fists in anger, spitting th
" He shifted his buttocks on his chair (in a way that sugg
ain as he said the words..."You belong to me
not something to be owned, Mr D'Angé
th his hands covering his fac
nother smirk, this time around
't have
nded, in no particular orde
eeks had already drenched the upper piece
e on our way now, Edward. Word will continually be sen
ng those last words. Walking
t's only that this time, he was able to lift his face fr
vily sagging down on
I cried further, looking at hi
I saw him still looking transfixed at the exit
he posture for
e was a feeling I had nev
ered and di
en in suits who had been with us stepped f
my heart hammer
ieve Father could do
on't allow them to take me away,
I spoke, two gunshots w
his rifle at my father, and Father's hands i
inted the gun at me, too, and comma
o my mouth and obeyed. I was shiver
mys
ge of fear and tensi
didn't end that day dead. Wh
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