DAMIEN'S P.O.VMy men stood in a tight circle, their faces tense as I interrogated each of them.“Does anyone know anything about Tracey’s disappearance?” I barked, my voice echoing off the bare walls.They all shook their head in fear.None of them seemed to know a damn thing about Tracey's sudden disappearance and it made my blood boil.I didn't want to admit it, but the fact that Tracey was kidnapped right under my watchful eyes was upsetting, and it wasn't just because it reflected on how weak my security was, but because it was her.I dismissed my men and stood up the wheelchair, pacing around the empty room, I sticked out an empty cigarette from the pack and lighten it, taking in a long puff.I rarely smoked, but dire situations calls for dire solutions.Well, this wasn't a solution but, atleast, it was enough to keep my sanity in check for the time being. The bitterness of the tobacco was a perfect match for my mood.Tracey's absence was disturbing, in a way I didn't think it
Tracey's P.O.VThe Dungeon was worse than any nightmare I had ever imagined in my entire life.The metallic stench emitting from this place was enough to make my stomach churn.I raised my head up to look around the place. The air in here was as suffocating as the thought clouding my head.My hands were trembling, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop them. This place was terrifying, and I was certain no one would ever find me here, not even Damien.What had I done? I muttered inwardly, hot tears rolling down my cheeks.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the scary thoughts floating into my mind.I never should’ve tried to escape and worse, I shouldn't have dragged little Isabella into this mess. She was just a little girl, and I’d put her in danger all because I thought I could outsmart another dangerous Mafia leader.One thing I realized from my few meet with Don Pablo was that he wasn't like Damien.Damien was ruthless and cold to his enemies, but he had some sense of contr
DAMIEN'S P.O.VThe tension in the air as I arrived at Deigo’s estate was suffocating. His men were already waiting at the iron gate, their gun drawn and pointed in my direction. I scoffed at the silly act of Deigo. That old childish bastard. I was sure he had been alerted of my arrival into Milan. Glancing at the men through the tinted window, my fingers brushed against the gun in my lap. They were dressed like soldiers, but I knew better. Deigo hired street dogs, men who lived for chaos and weren’t afraid to get their hands bloody.“Deigo’s idea of a welcome party,” I muttered to myself.I cocked my gun in place as our car halted by the Iron gate of Deigo's Vicinity.I didn’t trust a single one of them. Hell, I barely trusted my own men right now.Marcus leaned toward me, his hand resting near his own gun too. “You sure about this, Boss? Deigo isn’t the type to roll out a red carpet, and it might end up being bloody” He cautioned. I glanced at him, my voice cutting sharp. “I didn’
Damien P.O.VThe moment he referred to me as “In-law”, my body tensed from anger,“Enough games, Deigo.” I warned, my tone was colder than the air outside. “Where the fuck is she?” I asked again, this time with no intent to act cool.Diego smirked, leaning back in his chair. “And here I thought this was a social visit.““A social visit? Yet, your men was waiting for me with their gun cocked, ready to attack” I scoffed.“They were just doing their job. I'm sure you understand.“ he chuckled.“Let's be frank, Deigo, you know I’m not here for pleasantries,” I grunted leaning forward slightlyDeigo had a way of getting on my nerves.He raised his hands up in mockery “ Do you mean my daughter, Camillé?” He feigned ignorance.“Don’t waste my time, Deigo” I warned, controlling my anger at the old man seated in front of me. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”Deigo leaned back, his cigar balanced between two fingers. “You come into my house, uninvited, and start barking orders like a rab
Damien’s P.O.VWaking up at 5 a.m. with my body stiff from the restless night. I Sat up in bed, my eyes scanning every corner of the room for anything suspicious. Cameras. Bugs. Anything Diego might use to spy on me.Deigo could not be trusted. Not after everything that has happened between us.Certain there was none, I stood up the bed and moved into the bathroom.The shower was lukewarm, barely doing anything to shake off the exhaustion I was feeling from everything. Last night was an awful one. Trying to stay alert, conscious of Deigo's not acting funny, had led to a restless night for me.By the time I returned to the room, Marcus was already waiting for me. He stood stiffly by the door, his face blank, but I could see the tension in the way his hands rested at his sides.“Boss,” he greeted, his voice steady as he gave me a small bow.“Any information about the file?“ I asked, not wanting to ask the exact question bugging my mind.If Tracey had been found. “Nothing Boss, not even
TRACEY'S P.O.VDon Pablo was an evil reincarnated as human. I couldn't believe such a psychopath existed. Beneath his perfect smile was a demon ready to unleash.When he moved closer to me, ordering me to beg, I had to bring out the last ounce of fight I had in me.That was the worst mistake I made.He urged his guard and they came barging in two, with one holding my both hands into the air.“What do you think you're doing.“ I gasped, uncertain how to react to their sudden grip.Don Pablo stared at the video in his hands and then back at me “This video doesn't look believable sweetheart. Your crocodile tears alone won't bring a man like Damien running over.““We need to make it look…believable…” Don Pablo grunted and I stared in confusion.“W-what”“Spiner, get to work.“ He ordered moving back to the seat in front of me, and the huge man standing in front of me etched closer with a smile.“Please…don't.“ I begged, not knowing what he wanted to do but, all I knew was he had no good in
TRACEY'S P.O.VAfter Don Pablo finished his phone call with Diego, everything about his attitude softened. He told his men to take me to a guest room—an actual guest room, not another freezing dungeon or dark corner of his mansion!I couldn’t make sense of the sudden change. Why the special treatment? What was this all about? Especially after hearing Diego’s name?When the door opened to the guest room, my jaw nearly dropped. The room was big, with a large bed placed in the center of it.I stood frozen, unsure whether I should touch anything. It didn’t feel real. Just hours ago, I’d been locked in a dungeon, treated like trash. And now? Now I was standing in a room fit for royalty.Slowly, I made my way to the bed, sitting consciously on the edge. My hand made its way to feel the warmth of the silk sheets.The temptation to lie down was too strong to resist, I didn't know when I sunk deep into the mattress. But even with the comfort of this bed, my mind refused to rest. Don Pablo’s w
DAMIEN’S P.O.V“RYAN! Get the fuck up here!” My cold voice snapped down the balcony, watching as Tracey clung onto Ryan like he was her fucking savior. Like I wasn’t seated right there.Ryan immediately pulled away from her, as if suddenly remembering who the fuck he was standing in front of.Smart move. I had warned him enough times about staying away from her.I should have been the one she ran to. The one she hugged. I was the one who burned the fucking world to get her back, not Ryan, and certainly not fucking Diego.My jaw clenched as I gripped the railing, my knuckles turning white. It wasn’t just anger boiling in my chest—it was something worse- revenge.I didn't want to admit it, but, I hated to see her happy around any other man.I stared at her, giving one last look, and as she looked up with a frown appearing on her face.Why was she frowning at me?Isn't she meant to be happy being back? Far away from the torture of Don Pablo?I tore my gaze away from them, riding back int
Tracy's POVSitting on my bed, I could not help but realize something. It was more than obvious to me now. Damian was actually avoiding me. It had been over four days, and yet he had not come to check on me. He didn't even intervene in anything I had been doing. Normally, he would have done much worse than that. In short, he would have been in my head, forcing me to learn, forcing me to do everything possible. He would have been here waking me early and telling me not to be lazy. But he was nowhere to be found. It was like he vanished into thin air. Anytime I tried to see him, he was always not around. Even when I went to his office, he wasn't there. That was kind of frustrating for me because only when I had slowly started getting used to him did he have to vanish like this. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. All I could imagine was what happened between the two of us, and it could not stop amusing me as I smiled and rolled on the bed, using my bed sheets to cover mys
Damien's POVSitting in my office, I felt so frustrated as I pondered whether my plan could really work or if I was just being intimidated because I was trying to avoid Tracy. It was a very bad plan, and what if we did not get William? Those thoughts filled my mind, leaving me confused. I did not know what to do, what to say, or even what to think anymore. As I sat alone in my office, I decided to call in Skylo. He rushed in and looked at me. “Are you still trying to decide?” he questioned as I nodded. “I have made my decision. We are not going with that plan of yours. Yes, it is a nice plan. It’s intimidating and well thought out, but it won't work, and a lot of problems could arise. Putting a price on him would mean that every enemy would know about the fight, and I don't want him to be publicized. I don’t want people to know. I just want to quietly find Tracy's father, and that is all,” I said firmly as he nodded. “I also thought about it. I knew you would not easily accept my i
Damien’s P.O.VWaking up at 5 a.m with my body stiff from the restless night. I Sat up in bed, my eyes scanning every corner of the room for anything suspicious. Cameras. Bugs. Anything Diego might use to spy on me.Deigo could not be trusted. Not after everything that has happened between us.Certain there was none, I stood up the bed and moved into the bathroom.The shower was lukewarm, barely doing anything to shake off the exhaustion I was feeling from everything. Last night was an aweful one. Trying to stay at alert, conscious of Deigo's not acting funny had led to a restless night for me.By the time I returned to the room, Marcus was already waiting for me. He stood stiffly by the door, his face blank, but I could see the tension in the way his hands rested at his sides.“Boss,” he greeted, his voice steady as he gave me a small bow.“Any information about the file?“ I asked, not wanting to ask the exact question bugging my mind.If Tracey had been found. “Nothing Boss, not ev
Damien's POVSitting in my office, I felt so frustrated as I pondered whether my plan could really work or if I was just being intimidated because I was trying to avoid Tracy. It was a very bad plan, and what if we did not get William? Those thoughts filled my mind, leaving me confused. I did not know what to do, what to say, or even what to think anymore. As I sat alone in my office, I decided to call in Skylo. He rushed in and looked at me. “Are you still trying to decide?” he questioned as I nodded. “I have made my decision. We are not going with that plan of yours. Yes, it is a nice plan. It’s intimidating and well thought out, but it won't work, and a lot of problems could arise. Putting a price on him would mean that every enemy would know about the fight, and I don't want him to be publicized. I don’t want people to know. I just want to quietly find Tracy's father, and that is all,” I said firmly as he nodded. “I also thought about it. I knew you would not easily accept my i
Tracy's POVSitting on my bed, I could not help but realize something. It was more than obvious to me now. Damian was actually avoiding me. It had been over four days, and yet he had not come to check on me. He didn't even intervene in anything I had been doing. Normally, he would have done much worse than that. In short, he would have been in my head, forcing me to learn, forcing me to do everything possible. He would have been here waking me early and telling me not to be lazy. But he was nowhere to be found. It was like he vanished into thin air. Anytime I tried to see him, he was always not around. Even when I went to his office, he wasn't there. That was kind of frustrating for me because only when I had slowly started getting used to him did he have to vanish like this. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. All I could imagine was what happened between the two of us, and it could not stop amusing me as I smiled and rolled on the bed, using my bed sheets to cover my
Damien's POVI can't believe I have been avoiding Tracy for the past two days. I have just made sure not to come in contact with her, and now again I rushed to the office just because I don't want to see her. I sat down, staring at the piles of documents. On a normal day, I wouldn't want to go through all of this, but because I had an aim—and that was to avoid her in any way possible—I found this even more amusing and much better than actually seeing her and watching her smile at me because that was even more annoying than anything. As I went through all the documents, I became a bit tired, only for me to check the time and realize it was not even close to 20 minutes since I had started, and funnily enough, I had not even gone through up to three pages. I felt so frustrated that I groaned, slapping my hand on my forehead in frustration. What has gotten over me? I don't even know why I am doing this. I am not the kind of person who would find this cheering at all or even resort to do
DAMIEN’S P.O.V. The door creaked open, the sound of the door slicing through the whole area tension I didn’t look up to know who was that. My grip on the whiskey glass tightened. “Boss,” a voice said from behind. I exhaled sharply. Skylo. I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to rub my temples. “You’re back.” “Surprise!” His voice was dripping with fake cheer which was fully visible. “Did you miss me?” I finally glanced up at him, my gaze locking onto the same cocky grin, the same lazy stance like he had all the time in the world. My eyes narrowed. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back sooner.” Skylo plopped onto the couch without any care, stretching out like he owned the whole Damned place. “Oops. My bad.” I folded my arms, irritation simmering beneath my skin. “Did you even know about the meeting with the Round Table men today?” Silence filled the whole room at once Then... Skylo’s eyes widened. “Shit.” I smirked. “Exactly.” He scratched the back of his head, look
TRACEY’S P.O.V. I stormed down the hallway, my heels clicking fast. My hands clenched into fists. My whole body still shivering from the past experience with him. Behind me, I felt Skylo’s stare. Cold. Judging. Calculating. I didn’t turn back to confirm my own gaze. He was there, he caught me with him in a romantic spot. And he did nothing, he didn't say any word to stop the action from going on. My heart pounded as I reached my room door. I pushed open the door and slammed it shut behind me. I pressed my back against the door breathing hard and sharp. The room was quiet. Too quiet and it make feel more safer to think. But my body wasn’t in that mood. My lips tingled at the past expression. I closed my eyes, the whole scene playing before my own eye. Damien. I still felt his kiss on my lip. His taste of sliva from his mouth. His hands gripping me, owning me. I should have pushed him away immediately. I should have slapped him and warned him never to do such thing again But
TRACEY'S P.O.V "No," I grumbled, my voice barely above a quick whisper. Was he fucking kidding me or joking with me? To feed him through my mouth through the whole meal?? My fingers curled into my lap, gripping the fabric of my dress so tightly my knuckles turned white, my whole body feeling kind of werid already. My heart hitting hard against my ribs, my body vibrating at his words. As much as I hated the whole thought of it… I think… I was enjoying the thrill of the idea. No. No, no, no. I was not enjoying it at all! I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as if a lump was forming already. It was enough that he had stolen my first kiss just like that… through mouth feeding, not even because we were in love. Not even because I wanted it. Not even because I wished for it. My lips still tingled from the last time. The memory of it playing like a inbuilt disc slate. The same feeling of how warm and demanding his mouth were, had sent a strange shiver down my spine. I blinked, realizing