Chapter 3 | their house

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Enzo leaned out of the car and put his thumb on a scanner and the gates opened, he drove up the driveway and parked into a garage, that had at least ten cars in it. All of them expensive.

I got out and shut my door super carefully, like it was the most fragile thing ever. "Come I'll show you around." Damien said and took my hand and led me inside.

"O-okay"

He took me to a beautiful kitchen where I saw a chef and two other young boys, who looked like they lived here- as they were dressed in sweatshirts and boxers.

"Put some clothes on, James." Damien said

"Emilia this is James and Tyler they both work with us in the-" he cleared his throat. I raised my hand and waved. "Hi"

James came forward and kissed my hand before Damien shoved him off giving him a 'stop' look.

Tyler just snorted and gave me a curt nod.

James chuckled and said "Nice to meet you."

Valen and Enzo were now in the kitchen.

Valen spoke up "I'm gonna go to the basement."

And with that he left "what's in the basement?" I asked Enzo.

Enzo scratched his head "Bar"

"Can I see?"

"No." He said very abruptly.

Got it.

"You can't see that one, we have another, come I'll show you." Damien said grabbing my hand again. He brought me to a gorgeous bar, with grey marble and black walls.

"This is so cool!"

Damien smiled, a genuine smile.

"Can I have some?" I asked pointing to the alcohol.

His smile left replaced with a serious expression. "No you're underage."

I sighed "Your no fun"

Enzo walked in "what's no fun"

"You guys aren't fun. Let me have a drink! I swear I won't tell anyone!"

Damien was about to tell me no again before "Okay you can have one." Enzo said.

Too easy.

"I want to try this one" I said and pointed to the yellowish colored one.

Enzo grabbed it and poured four glasses of it.

"Why four?"

"You, me, Damien, and Valen."

"Oh"

Just then Valen walked in and sat at the bar stool.

I took my drink and smelt it, it did not smell good.

I sipped it and it didn't taste bad.

"Good?" Valen asked me, as if he wasn't so mean earlier.

I just nodded and looked the other way.

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