My Weakness, The Enemy's Daughter.

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It's hard to explain the feelings I have-definitely not love, but something raw and consuming. The

r time, we had to move quickly. I spoke with the boutique manager for a moment-an old employee I promoted when th

I heard it-someone trying to reveal my identity. My blood boiled. It's on

room, my smirk w

more than I expected. I didn't want he

ed, her voice slicing thro

acked away, legs trembling. Lucky for her she had the str

eping my gaze locked on her eyes-those e

ed, covering herself quickly with

been a stranger she was talking to, maybe I could let it go. But Mr. Adam?

ched m

lines. That staff member didn't just break a r

from the crushed pack in my jacket pocket. L

perfume. She smiled faintly, her face unreadable. It was like she didn't trust me anymore-not that

ffing for show, but like someone w

Let her take her time. I've already decided: I'm not going anywh

h to signal control. She flicked the dying cigarette to the g

eaking. I'm the one who gives orders, Regina. Learn that ea

ion was back, but lighter now. Regina leaned her head

ed the house-real trained types. Mr.

mark on his wrist that only certain kinds of people wear. Silent, watc

chair. The man-Julian-brushed past me

giving Adam

g you any trouble?" he asked, vo

ll," I sa

ke mine tough. She's suspicious of me-I

waved for

, "and since then she's been reckless. I wasn't there whe

h was obvious. But he'd better get used to it. Because I'm going

ded. "Please keep an eye on her.

, but I'll play along. Being "Dante" is a role I'm

m. One of the house staff crossed my path. Sh

she asked, eyes spar

a sli

k. "I'm Samantha. Reg

slightly away, already prepar

d again, hesitation

rned

nto you. She talks about you a lot. And I don't think it's ju

d, a lo

ng your feelings

a little clos

enses were loose, her reactions too raw. She was careless with he

d nervous now. There was something i

just a bi

voice called f

gi