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Chapter Two:
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"And no one around me knows who I am, what I'm on.
Who I've hurt and where they've gone,
I know that I've done some wrong,
But I'm tryna make it right.
To the one I love, paint me wrong."

Eirene Azalea Petrakis

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Eirene Azalea Petrakis.

Recently turned twenty two.

Place of birth: France.

Parents; Mother: Rosalinda Arquette (deceased)

Father: Christopher Petrakis.

Siblings; Brother: Angelo Petrakis.
Sister: Juliana Petrakis

Best friend: Helena Dicklens.

Education: Masters in media and communications.

Impressive. I thought as I looked at her background file. It has been a week since I laid my eyes on that extraordinary beauty and no amount of whiskey has been able to get her out of my system.

"Jason." I whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked looking up from the documents.

"I'm going to marry the Petrakis girl." his head snapped up with wide eyes at my announcement.

"On one condition." I added.

"What?" he questioned with a frown.

"I want the other Petrakis girl." I stated.

"They have another sibling?" he asked in confusion.

"Apparently." I shrugged.

"And why are you so interested in this 'hidden' sibling?" he asked as he made air quotations.

"She interests me." I replied casually.

"I would like to see her." he smirked.

"You already have." I smirked back.

"Okay? Who is she?" he inquired curiously.

"The girl in the restaurant." I told him.

Realisation dawned on him and he chuckled incredulously, "You're a bastard."

"That, I am." I replied cockily.

"Jokes apart, are you sure though? She doesn't look like she... I mean she's too innocent for our world." he spoke after a while.

I hesitated for a second but brushed it off, "She lives with the people who runs strip clubs plus allows prostitution and other illegal shit and covers it by investing in oil and petrochemical industries. I think, she'd be pretty comfortable with a drug lord."

He shrugged in response and we both busied ourselves in work.

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My car was parked outside a Tuscan styled house which looked pretty decent at night time. I got out of the drivers seat and headed towards the front door.

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