Yaelis Dixon upcoming fashion model in Italy. She is very talented at many things. She is looking for new opportunities for herself and her daughter.
Matteo Is the new boss after his brother was murdered by the Russians. The heir of Lucifer is made...
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Matteo De Santis
1 week later
It has been a week since the beach trip. We are now back at the other house, I have more security and cameras placed around the house. No news from the Russians, I don't think they are dead though maybe recovering from burns and whatever else.
I packed my things up from the office after way too many meetings and complaints from people. In a few weeks everybody leaves and then Lorenzo is sending Anya and the kids off to one of the resorts I own on the coast.
I wanted to stop by Yaelis to see if she is okay. She has my number, but we don't talk as much. I looked at the time and realized she probably took Genesis to her class and Sofia and Amy might be there.
But I want to see her.
I drove to the dance studio and looked around for her car, she was parked at the end. I looked around for Sofia's car also, but she wasn't there. I parked and walked inside the studio. Yaelis was sitting in the seat that she was sitting in the last time I was here. She was reading a book, I opened the door to the sitting area and walked over to her. I looked through the window and Genesis and Amy were dancing along with some other kids.
She must have picked her up. I sat down next to Yaelis and she looked up at me.
" What the hell are you doing here?" She yelled, but it was more like a whisper at me.
" Why not. My niece is here."
" How did you know Amy was here? Did Sofia tell you?"
" No. I assumed."
" You always assume. You know the ladies a batting the eyelashes at you again."
" As I said, don't they have husbands?"
" Yes, they do. Most of them."
" They need to keep their eyes off of me."
" Why? You know they can pull anyone you like."
" No, I have my eyes on one."
" Ooo, who?"
" I can't tell," She smiles at me and turned her hand back to the window watching the girls dance.
" They are practicing for their dance recital that is coming up."
