Damien 209."Gentlemen, I am sure that you are just trying to do your job but I think you should take your leave now," Camilla announced to the two detectives, who were reluctant to leave.The one called Alvarez walked to where I sat and pulled out one of his numerous contact card and tossed it on the table in front of me."Call me if you know anything and do not leave town," He gruffly said."My client is the one who was shot at, you can not obstruct his movements, he is a business man," The attorney beside me spoke out.Alvarez bristled at the legal objection the attorney presented. Why did was this Detective so aggressive? I wanted to find out."Excuse us, all of you," I said to everyone in the room."But Damien," Said Hamilton, my legal attorney."It's okay Milton, I got this," I said as I winked at him."Are you sure about this?" Camilla asked with a raised eyebrow. Her concern disarmed me."I think I know how to handle myself, I am the CEO," I announced
Damien 210.As I sat behind the wheel, navigating the familiar streets that led to my mother's house, a sense of unease settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The events of the day had left me shaken and on edge, my mind racing with thoughts of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.The interrogation by the detectives had been grueling, their questions probing and relentless as they demanded answers about the attempted assassination. I had done my best to cooperate, to provide them with any information that might help their investigation, but their suspicion and hostility had left me feeling like a criminal in my own skin.As I drove, my thoughts turned to the enemies that lurked in the darkness, unseen but ever-present, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Monroe, Vito Moretti, Camilla Valdez – the list of potential threats seemed to grow longer with each passing day, each one more dangerous than the last.But amidst the chaos and u
Isabella 211."He will come around," Ava said as we all resumed to our respective seats."He needs to come around faster, there is too many things at stake," Emilio said in a grave tone."Including our lives," Vito grumbled and that statement caught my attention."What is talking about?" I asked Emilio."In due time, Damien needs to be here," Emilio said.I was fed up of the way he was dictating his way into my life and I was this close to losing it."You are not in charge here, and you do not call the shots," I snapped."I did not mean to offend you, Isabella, but time is not on your side or any of ours," Emilio gently said."Go get the boy, Ava," Vito snapped."You do not get to talk to me like that you son of a bitch," It was Ava's turn to snap.The tension in the room was high and emotions were all over the place.Vito scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Drama queen," He mumbled."I am here," Damien's voice rang out from where he stood. He looked troubled, like he had just heard a bad n
Damien 212As I entered the room, the tension hung thick in the air, palpable and suffocating. My father, Vito, sat on one side of the room, his gaze cold and unyielding as it bore into me with a sense of contempt that sent a shiver down my spine. On the other side sat Emilio, my father-in-law, his expression stern and disapproving as he regarded me with a look of disdain.Isabella and Ava were seated nearby, their faces drawn with worry and apprehension as they watched the exchange between myself and the two men who had played such significant roles in our lives."Damien," Emilio greeted stiffly, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "It seems you've finally decided to join us."I bristled at his tone, the underlying accusation not lost on me. "I'm here, aren't I?" I retorted, my voice sharp and clipped.Emilio's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he leveled a stern look in my direction. "Yes, you're here," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But where were you when my da
Isabella 213As I navigated through the maze of my new reality, each step felt heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of uncertainty and fear that now permeated every corner of my existence. Gone were the carefree days of wandering through life with abandon, replaced instead by the suffocating grip of constant vigilance and paranoia.The tight security that had been implemented in the wake of Emilio's revelation had transformed my once-familiar surroundings into a fortress of steel and stone, guarded day and night by an army of vigilant sentinels. Bodyguards shadowed my every move, their watchful eyes never straying from my form as if anticipating danger at every turn.At first, I had resisted their presence, chafing against the suffocating confines of their protection like a caged bird yearning for freedom. But as the days wore on and the threat of danger loomed ever closer, I found myself begrudgingly accepting their presence, a reluctant acknow
It was going to take time to adjust to our new lives but we would make do. I for one did not like the fact that there were bodyguards around the whole house. Jackson was the head of my security and I trusted his judgment.He had joined me in leaving the army and we had been together ever since. I had woken up without Isabella at my side. When I eventually laid eyes on her, I realized how stressed out she was. Her appearance got me worried."You look like you did not sleep well last night," He told me as we got ready for work "I tried, Jackson, but what that man said to me on the phone kept me up all night," I replied wearily."What man are you talking about?""He called himself Monroe," I said with a yawn.Jackson's body went stiff as if cold blood ran down his spine."Jackson, you are turning white! Are you okay?" I asked in alarm."I am fine," He assured me as he tried to calm down, the colors were back on his face."From your reaction, I am guessing this Monroe guy is bad news,"
As I sat alone in the quiet sanctuary of our home, the weight of fear and uncertainty pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket, I couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread that clung to my every thought. The events of the past few days had left me reeling, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as I grappled with the harsh realities of our situation.The chilling phone call from Monroe still echoed in the recesses of my mind, a haunting reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond the safety of our walls. His ominous words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over our once peaceful existence.I feared for Damien, for the man I loved with every fiber of my being, knowing that he was the ultimate target of Monroe's twisted vendetta. The thought of losing him, of being torn apart by the cruel hand of fate, filled me with a sense of dread so profound it threatened to consume me whole.But even as I grappled with my own fears and insecurities, a deep
Damien I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of frustration that had consumed me since the encounter with Monroe. Despite my best efforts, he remained elusive, a shadowy figure lurking just beyond the reach of my grasp, taunting me with his insidious presence.I knew that if I wanted to get any closer to him, I would have to shed the trappings of my corporate identity and embrace the instincts of a soldier once more. It was a daunting prospect, one that filled me with equal parts trepidation and determination. But as the hours dragged on, each passing moment serving as a painful reminder of my failure to protect those I held dear, I knew that I had no choice but to act.With a resolute sigh, I reached for my phone, my fingers dancing across the screen as I dialed the number of an old army buddy. His gruff voice crackled through the line, a welcome familiarity in the midst of uncertainty."Damien, what can I do for you?" he greeted, the warmth of camaraderie evident in his tone."Hey,