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The Perfect Game

The Perfect Game

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 7, 2021
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"What is your problem?" I asked after we were far enough away from my father's study. "Excuse me," Enzo said lowly as he turned around. "Spencer just wants to be happy and live her life how she chooses. Why can't you leave her alone?" "I have my orders, Kora." "Fuck your orders. I knew you two didn't get along, but I didn't know you hated her. You really are heartless" Even though I knew Enzo wouldn't do anything to me my heart was beating so intensely I swore he could hear it. Enzo grabbed my arm tightly and dragged me into my room that was a few doors down. "Stop acting like a brat and stay here while I deal with your coward of a sister," Enzo spoke knowing how deeply his words would cut. I yanked my hand away from his grasp. "Don't touch what isn't yours. Didn't your mother teach you that? Oh, wait..." I retorted. Enzo lost his mother a couple of years ago when she got sick. I knew my words would sting but his words stung just as deep. My sister was no coward.
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"I'd stop looking at him if I was you Tesoro" Matteo growls, stepping in front of me, successfully blocking my view of the male. "I'm a jealous man. I don't share what is mine!" He pulls me into his body, one arm wrapping around my lower back while the other grabs my chin making me look up at his stunningly serious face. "We don't like to share!" Enzo whispers in my ear, coming up behind me on the left, his body heat setting me on fire. "I. Am. Not. Yours!" I shout, my temper spiking at their close proximity. I cannot think when they are this close. "Am I fuck getting on that plane!" A deep chuckling laugh comes from my right, squashing my body between the three of them, caging me in. My breath hitches in my throat, as Angelo fists my hair, tipping my head back slightly so that I can see the smirk that is on his face. "Bellezza... What makes you think you have a choice?" -------- If I had known what walking into the bank that cold Tuesday morning would have done to my life, I probably would have stayed in bed. If I had known that I was going to be kidnapped by not just one man but three, claiming me to be their 'mate' I would have ran screaming. If I had known the life that I was walking into was definitely not going to be mondain and boring like my old one, I probably would have still tried to stay away. But instead I have been stolen away from my home, everyone that I know and love and being forced to go on the run with these three monsters.

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