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And then he laid his mouth on me

Cristian

One Month Earlier

His office srandeur of it hit me like this house did every ti wealth of these people intimidated the fuck out of me But I was surrounded by wealth at the preppy private school I’d gone to the past four years

Isabella wasn’t one of those rich bitches, she didn’t make me feel crappy about my scholarship or that my aunt took care of me only in the loosest sense of the word and only because the State of New York paid her to do so

You wouldn’t know Isabella lived in a ht bathrooms Or that her sixteenth birthday present was a car worth one hundred thousand dollars You wouldn’t know that her father was one of the most ruthless men in the country either She eet, kind, and despite her upbringing, completely and utterly innocent

Poverty made it impossible to be innocent I knew all too well it didn’tIsabella was She was also a princess to a fucking e to expect her to sluirls like Isabella Princesses No, youqueens

Which hy I was sitting in her father’s hohteenth birthday party There was still a ht They’d been planning this for half the year She was eighteen in oneweeks

In four weeks, I’dway

But for now, I had to face the other ive over his daughter to a street rat who had no prospects, no family and no connections

Oh, and if he didn’t like what I was asking, he could have me killed, and no one would find my body

I wasn’t nervous

I should’ve been very fucking nervous But I had no future without Isabella There was no other fucking choice

So I was sitting across from Vincentius Catalano in the office I’d heard stories about I stared at the fireplace, there were lions carved into the stone surrounding it, stark white and pristine I’d heard that people were chopped up in front of that fireplace while they were still alive, and they had to watch as their limbs were burned to ash in front of them

I was sure that that was soend, but I couldn’t help but think about whatin front of me if I fucked this up