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SALVATOR'S POV:

I'm going to kill Raphael if he tries to pull a stunt like this again. I watched Violate going into the cabin and shut the door.

I grabbed Raphael by his shirt and pulled him into another empty room.

"Hey, man," he shouted. I looked at him, and he suppressed a laugh. I could clearly see the crinkles in his cheeks.

"Which stunt are you pulling in front of her?"

"Why do you care? She's just another in line, right, man?" He rested his arm on my shoulder. I looked at him, and he stepped away.

"It's none of your business which one is what," I glared at him.

"Certainly, if you don't have anything with her, then you shouldn't have bothered about the conversation," he cocked a brow. "Do you care?"

"I have more important work than this stupid conversation with you," I glared.

"I admit you have more important work than grabbing me here and asking for the stunt," he cleared his throat, teasingly brushing his shoulder.

"She is a good person, very brilliant in her work, Salvator. I don't think you have any right to ruin her life," he said.

I glared at his words.

"She signed the damn contract, Raphael. I never forced any girl into this; they come on their own. And this one is no exception. She wanted it," I shouted, fitting it into the conversation. "I have never forced anyone into anything apart from my business ways."

"Is it, Salvator?" He raised a question with his words.

"Then why do you care? Why do you care if she has anyone other than you? Why do you care if anyone touches her? Why did you change everything for her?" I froze in my place. "You think no one notices the changes at the office? You are changing. See yourself, how you have become for her. All the furniture has been changed just for her."

"I saw how you looked at her during the meeting. She was uncomfortable; she changed things, so you cared for her and changed the entire furniture for her."

"You have no right to question me, Raphael. It's my goddamn office."

"Yes, I have no rights, but you don't have any right to control anyone's life. Leave her, Salvator. I've seen the hungry look you have for her. She's not for you. Yes, you've trapped her for two months, but she's not for you, damn it." 

"Hell, I've seen the hunger you have for her since the first meeting in that room she invaded. She is pure and innocent. Don't ruin her by dragging your lust into this. "He moved to door.

"She's not just in line, Salvator. You care, and we have a dark life, man. No one can change this, and your lust is making it hard for you. Change is good, but only if it's good for you, and I can see this is not good for her. She never signed up for whatever you're doing to her," he sighed.

Your dragging her into dark life salvotor and i cant keep quite man, think about this, you want for me to not raise this topic ill never raise but you must think about this,''he shuts the door behind him. I froze in my place.

Anger surged through my veins. Never in my life had I cared for anyone; hell, I hadn't even cared for my own sister when she was on her deathbed. But now, something had changed. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

She was sitting in my cabin, the same face, the same innocence. The effect I had on her was evident; she didn't like the loud voice, and she flinched as the door opened. She stood in her place, and my mind played tricks on me. Every time I saw her face, the only thought that crossed my mind was to possess her, to dominate her until she begged. In the next moment, I found myself standing in front of her.

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