Damien's POV
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"Did you deliver it?" I questioned.
"Yes sir." Miguel said enthusiastically.
"Good. Keep an eye on her every move in my absence and report to me accordingly." I hung up the phone immediately.
I dug my hand into my left pant pocket while I walked towards the balcony of my hotel suite. I leaned against the door frame, looking out into the busy city.
I had left for Italy after receiving an urgent business call, I was here to sort it out. Ariana was nowhere to be seen when I got into the room to get prepared. My jet was ready so I had to leave without telling her anything.
I was well aware that calling her was impossible because she did not have a phone, no thanks to me. I knew she must have abhorred me even more than before after my fit of rage. I could not face h
