It's 4 hours and 30 minutes into Pokimanes stream, as the lobby conversates, pokimane interjects to explain where her pathing, "fuck this shit dude!", xqc interrupts cutting off pokimane. Pokimane pauses for a bit longer than usual and continues explaining, the lobby decides Disguised Toast is most likely the imposter and votes him off.
Her table vibrates. She darts her eyes to her phone, facing down and flips it to see a text from Mom. "Hi Imane, how are you?", pokimane flips her phone back over on the table, "oh, it's a saturday, i forgot to call mom", Pokimane remembers.
Pokimane checks her stream time, 4 hours and 40 minutes, she decides not to stretch to 5 hours, feeling slightly disappointed in herself for the short streams lately.
"Sorry for the short stream guyss, love you see you tomorrow! Bye!", she lets the among us lobby know she's leaving, and presses her stream ending OBS scene on her stream deck.
"I'm never inviting xQc again... sooo annoying.." she whispers, whilst making sure her mic was muted on OBS. Pokimane sighs.
Pokimane responds to Mom, "sorry for not calling, i'll call you tomorrow", and unplugs her phone from her charger and puts it in her pocket.
Pokimane leaves her room to go downstairs and get a after-stream lunch, the time is 5pm. Yvonnie comes out her room at the same time, seeing each other for the first time today. They exchange hello's and walk downstairs together.
Imanes phone vibrates in her pocket, she's getting a call. "Fedmyster is calling me.", she says, Yvonnie brings her attention to imane as they both pause on the stairs, slowly stepping downwards.
They walk to the kitchen and Yvonnie sits on the living room couch in ears length as they both silently signal to each other than it's okay to pick up. "It's been awhile", Imane thinks. She picks up.
"hello", imanes says. "Hey imane, can we talk?" fed says. "Yea, whats up?", imane replies.
"I'm outside", imane pauses, Yvonnie freezes as Imane makes eye contact with her.
When Isadora, a personal trainer from a wealthy family, falls for Roman, the heir to a deadly cartel, their intense connection is shattered by secrets and betrayal. As danger closes in, they must confront their pasts, fight for survival, and decide if love can exist in a world built on lies and violence.
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Los Angeles, also known as The City of the Angels.
It's a fitting name for Los Ángeles del Armagedón, a cartel based in LA that runs the entire continent of South America. They're notorious, ruthless, and absolutely elusive.
Well, apart from 26 year old Roman Ernesto Alvarez.
Recently released from a two year stint in prison, he returns to the free world as the adopted heir to the most powerful cartel in South America. He's struggling to be back on the outside... until he meets her.
Isadora Visente.
She's a 23 year old personal trainer struggling with her parents' pressure to settle down and marry. Unknowingly, their slow-building but intensifying connection becomes Roman's unexpected anchor after his release.
Her life working as a trainer in her gym is pretty mundane and repetitive, until she meets Roman, of course.
Then it all gets a lot more interesting.
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"You sneaky little shit." Roman's eyes snapped over to me, or more accurately, towards my legs.
There I stood in the middle of his room glaring at him, and he sat there with his beautiful eyes roaming over my exposed legs. He eventually dragged his gaze towards my upper half, but only for a second before it was back on my legs.
"Damn." His voice was low and husky and just...perfect. Even if I was mad at him I couldn't deny that fact.
"My eyes are up here, Roman."
"Yeah, but your legs are down there."
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Part of the Costantino Universe