A contract with the mafia lord

d, her purse making c

ring a frightened look, began to put on her clothe

es stinging with tears as she watched both

ands but instead, she slapped him off, grabbed her

er vision was blinded with tears. It was the thought of Xavier coming after her that made

d her hurried movement, trying to forget the scene s

t friend, Isla, had decided to throw a surprise party for him o

as she fists pumped the air. "Not even you, Xavier." She yelled

the people walking past, she continued her dr

back... I regret ever knowing her." She snapped and, still seething with anger

to the road and almost immediately, a car which was on a mild speed swept her off the g

led, banging the steerin

tone. He was occupying the passenger's seat of the car w

speak, fear surging through his veins as he stared a

said impatiently, his finge

." Still running his mouth like a broken tap, D

do that on purpose." The d

he got to where Scarlett laid. After examining

river let out a sigh of relief, wiping th

in his pockets. His height and physique made him command attention an

r of the Moretti family, a notorious and one of th

and heartless. Apart from his right-hand man, Armani, no one had the c

were hooded and capable of piercing throug

commanded, whiski

, he scoped an unconscious Scarlett with his broad arm and with a smirk playing on h

atbelt and then flexed his muscles which were adorned with differen

ital." He said, p

ponse and immediately t

occupying the chair which had been provided for him with his han

pt his plans, and he was going to mak

ention, his phone began to ring in his pocket. Slipping the device

ere is a glitch, inform me immediately." Damien replie

perfectly okay. We have checked her vitals... as for her unconscious state, it was c

s time around, he had his gaze fixed o

red open. It took a while to adjust to her curr

tely her eyes fell on that of Dam

four hours of my time." He said,

on, but instead of responding, Damien snapped his finger and im

id and after a curt b

re you the driver that hit me?" When he didn't re

t, I knew you

eceiving the envelope. After flipping thr

ou're..." he was still spea

pointing at the bruise on her neck. "Even if you didn't practice hit-and-run, telling me I scra

mien just shook his head, h

or her response, he pointed at the enve

ed towards the envelope and then pulled it to hers

es later, alternating her glan