13Damien's POVI hissed in disgust, and a knock sounded on my door before it was slammed open.It was Ryan..."Uncle, we need to talk."Talk, Don Pablo had just left, not failing to rile me up in his own sick twisted way. I wasn't sure I was ready to talk because I might lose my temper, and my maids would have a strenuous day cleaning up brain matter from the wall. If he was here, I wonder where Tracey was and what was she currently doing. I didn't believe shit when she said she was going to behave, she never behaves, she just vexes me over and over again. She did look good on her knees while begging though. My mind conjured up activities she could be doing on her knees; no matter how I tried to shake it off, her red, plumpy lips came into vision. I groaned slightly, flexing my arms slightly. I thought her father was a pain in the ass, but she? She was a thorn in my flesh, I couldn't pick her off without harming myself. I massaged my temple as the vision of her on her knees appeare
Damien's P.O.VWas she this intriguing, or was I playing right into her charm? Well, I guess I just found my new hobby. Watching her.The moment she was done showering, she walked out. My eyes slowly trailed her body, her small-sized boobs caught my eyes, was it as soft as it looked? I zoomed in on her, pink nipples coming to sight. "Fuck!" I cussed. I just released moment ago, but I could feel myself getting turned on by the sight of it. I imagined my hands on it and how it would taste good in my mouth. I bet her ass could fit in my palm. It bounced as she walked around to get dressed. I made a mental note to change her wardrobe, I wasn't going to let her walk around with those cheap particles Ann had gotten for her. I watched the whole process, from applying lotion to sorting out what to wear. When she was done she looked around her room frowning as she got on the bed. She furiously kicked her legs in the air in defeat. I could tell she was picturing me and I was at the receivi
Is she kidding me right now?I looked up the stairs and saw her sitting halfway on the bare floor, hugging her knees as she cried her eyes out. I stopped on my tracks, realizing I must have been too mean.Were my words too harsh that she broke down??I rubbed the bridge of my nose, watching her brawl eyes out. I've heard her cry, but not like this. This felt like I pushed her to the limits with my words and she was finally letting it out, finally venting her frustration through tears. I stared, deeply rooted to the spot, with no idea on what to do. I've never comforted anyone before and I had zero idea how it was done."Tracey, get down here, now." I called out, and the moment the words rolled out my tongue, I bit myself in anger.She was already broken, a hardened tone like this would only make it worse. Forcing her feet to move, she walked towards me and began screaming, hitting me repeatedly with her fist. It didn't hurt so I let her continue. I let her vent her frustration on m
Tracey's P.O.VI slowly opened my eyes, adjusting it to the blurry environment. I was back in my room. Well... Not really my room, the new room Damien had moved me to after the doctor informed him about my act being fake. It took a moment for me to recollect everything that happened. Damien had brought out his gun to kill me; he would have if I hadn't faked losing consciousness. I sighed softly with no idea if someone was in the room with me. I didn't want to risk alerting them that I was awake. What if Damien’s still here?What if he’s waiting for me to wake up so he can finish the job?What if he actually kills me this time?I shook the thoughts away. If he killed me, he’d lose both his leverage and the money he thought he could get. My thoughts drifted to my little sister, Rosie, and a wave of worry washed over me.If Dad had gone into hiding, where was Rosie and who the hell was looking after her?To think a month ago, I was praying for some excitement in my life and then this
I wiped my hands on my apron, my feet aching from the double shift at the small Italian restaurant where I worked. The dinner rush had been brutal, with tons of impatient customers and endless orders, and my boss, old Mr. Romano, had insisted I cover for someone who called in sick. I didn’t mind the hassle of the restaurant. Work was my escape from my complicated home. When I was finally done, I pulled the apron over my head, sighing in relief of a well-served day. Soon, it would be payday, and I could finally give Rosie that little notebook she’d been asking for. Rosie, my younger sister who was just nine, loved to draw. Her sketches had a way of bringing beauty to our messy life. I quickened my steps, eager to get home and see little Rosie and Mom. My relationship with Dad wasn’t great ever since I caught him cheating on Mom. His temper had been flaring more often lately, and I didn’t want him to lash out at me. Mom always thought I was at fault for hating my dad. She doesn't kn
Damien leaned back in his wheelchair, assessing me like a prize he'd just won. “I assume you understand why you’re here.” “My father owes you money, and I told your men I’d come with them if they left my sister alone,” I said, forcing myself to hold his intense gaze. I could see a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as soon as the words left my mouth. It was cute. Cuter than intended especially for a man so evil. “Foolish!" He snorted, audible enough for me to hear. I folded my hand into a fist “Look, I don’t care what you do to me. Just leave my family alone.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused at the audacity. “You’re willing to sacrifice yourself for them?” “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't,” I retorted. “Five days. That’s how long your father has to pay me back. If he fails…” His gaze darkened. “consider yourself dead. Do you understand?” “I understand.” I nodded, my heart pounding hard. “Good. For now, you’ll stay here. My men will show you to your roo
I paced the room anxiously, biting my nails. The hours were ticking by too quickly, and I had no escape plan in mind.Damien’s words replayed in my head: “There’s a party tonight, and I want you to get ready, you're tagging along.” He had meant it as an order, but all I heard was an opportunity.Maybe my only chance to run.I had just twenty-four hours left, and waiting for my father to show up with the money was pointless. A million dollars? He’d never come through. I couldn’t stay here anymore.I sighed, tugging at the hem of my plain black pants and simple white top. They weren’t formal, but they were the most comfortable clothes I could find from the small wardrobe Damien had given me.I glanced at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my damp curls to push them out of my face. A knock sounded on the door, I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. For a moment, I thought about not answering, but I knew better. Damien wasn’t the type to be kept waiting.“I'm coming,” Da
Tracey's POV The ride back to the mansion was silent. Neither Damien or I had said a word to each other. I knew i had messed up, big time and he didn't look like he wanted to hear a word from me. Not like i had anything to say either. So, I sat there, frozen, with tears rolling down my face. My throat was hurting from trying to hold back the sobs, and my chest felt like it was being squeezed. I shut my eyes, hoping to block out everything, but all I could see was him. The Italian standowner, his terrified face as he lay in a pool of his own blood.... Damien's man had killed him right in front of me. Just like that, With no hesitation, no second thoughts. And now, I didn’t know what to feel. Should I be grateful that Damien saved me? Or sick from witnessing it all? The car jerked suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. I shifted, trying to find some kind of comfort but, Damien noticed and his hand shot forward gripping my arm. “Don’t move,” he muttered coldly and I swallowed hard
Tracey's P.O.VI slowly opened my eyes, adjusting it to the blurry environment. I was back in my room. Well... Not really my room, the new room Damien had moved me to after the doctor informed him about my act being fake. It took a moment for me to recollect everything that happened. Damien had brought out his gun to kill me; he would have if I hadn't faked losing consciousness. I sighed softly with no idea if someone was in the room with me. I didn't want to risk alerting them that I was awake. What if Damien’s still here?What if he’s waiting for me to wake up so he can finish the job?What if he actually kills me this time?I shook the thoughts away. If he killed me, he’d lose both his leverage and the money he thought he could get. My thoughts drifted to my little sister, Rosie, and a wave of worry washed over me.If Dad had gone into hiding, where was Rosie and who the hell was looking after her?To think a month ago, I was praying for some excitement in my life and then this
Is she kidding me right now?I looked up the stairs and saw her sitting halfway on the bare floor, hugging her knees as she cried her eyes out. I stopped on my tracks, realizing I must have been too mean.Were my words too harsh that she broke down??I rubbed the bridge of my nose, watching her brawl eyes out. I've heard her cry, but not like this. This felt like I pushed her to the limits with my words and she was finally letting it out, finally venting her frustration through tears. I stared, deeply rooted to the spot, with no idea on what to do. I've never comforted anyone before and I had zero idea how it was done."Tracey, get down here, now." I called out, and the moment the words rolled out my tongue, I bit myself in anger.She was already broken, a hardened tone like this would only make it worse. Forcing her feet to move, she walked towards me and began screaming, hitting me repeatedly with her fist. It didn't hurt so I let her continue. I let her vent her frustration on m
Damien's P.O.VWas she this intriguing, or was I playing right into her charm? Well, I guess I just found my new hobby. Watching her.The moment she was done showering, she walked out. My eyes slowly trailed her body, her small-sized boobs caught my eyes, was it as soft as it looked? I zoomed in on her, pink nipples coming to sight. "Fuck!" I cussed. I just released moment ago, but I could feel myself getting turned on by the sight of it. I imagined my hands on it and how it would taste good in my mouth. I bet her ass could fit in my palm. It bounced as she walked around to get dressed. I made a mental note to change her wardrobe, I wasn't going to let her walk around with those cheap particles Ann had gotten for her. I watched the whole process, from applying lotion to sorting out what to wear. When she was done she looked around her room frowning as she got on the bed. She furiously kicked her legs in the air in defeat. I could tell she was picturing me and I was at the receivi
13Damien's POVI hissed in disgust, and a knock sounded on my door before it was slammed open.It was Ryan..."Uncle, we need to talk."Talk, Don Pablo had just left, not failing to rile me up in his own sick twisted way. I wasn't sure I was ready to talk because I might lose my temper, and my maids would have a strenuous day cleaning up brain matter from the wall. If he was here, I wonder where Tracey was and what was she currently doing. I didn't believe shit when she said she was going to behave, she never behaves, she just vexes me over and over again. She did look good on her knees while begging though. My mind conjured up activities she could be doing on her knees; no matter how I tried to shake it off, her red, plumpy lips came into vision. I groaned slightly, flexing my arms slightly. I thought her father was a pain in the ass, but she? She was a thorn in my flesh, I couldn't pick her off without harming myself. I massaged my temple as the vision of her on her knees appeare
My brows furrowed in confusion. “A proposal?” I asked, uncertain If I heard right.She nodded, sitting back on her heels. "I hope the proposal involves you getting your father's ass back here with my money?" I scoffed, cocking a brow at her and her face showed a slight frown.“Uhmmm.” She paused, and then slightly adjusted on the floor.For a second, my eyes rested involuntarily on the short night dress she wore. The way the fabric clung tightly to her body revealing her smooth thighs and a figure that seemed almost sculpted for sin. I couldn't help but admit it, Tracey was hella fucking hot and attractive in that silky dress and the way her firm breast rose with each breath she took. Divine!Her nipples were pointing forward, ready to be let out, devoured by my eager tongue. Fuck! I hissed internally, trying to look anywhere else but at her....and I was failing at it.If seducing me tonight was part of her game plan, hell yeah! She was winning because I was getting damn aroused b
Damien's P.O.V:I had five rules I abided by to rule my world.Rule Number One— you don't go to the enemy, you let the enemy come to you.That was exactly my plan with Don Pablo. I'd let the old man fall into the trap he had set for me and I knew just how.My Intel had confirmed Don Pablo's arrival in Italy just as Skylo had said. I'm certain he was expecting me to make a move, but, I was no fool.I know how to play these games better...I picked up my phone and made some calls. Italy was my territory and Don Pablo deserved a taste of his medicine.I settled patiently in my room waiting for it all to get in place, when my phone buzzed with a message "It's all done, Boss. The FBI is aware of Don Pablo's arrival. They'd be knocking on his door in no minute.""Good" I smiled and closed my eyes shut.And in less than an hour, just like I expected, a number came ringing in."About time" I muttered, before picking the call."Damien Black." The voice of a"Don Pablo Strauss" There was a co
Tracey P.O.V.After the drug incident, I hadn't seen Damien again, and honestly, I was glad. His arrogant, cold stares and rude commands were the last thing I missed.I've spent quite some time with Ryan these days, he has been a lot of help in making my stay here bearable. The door swung open, and my heart was at ease because I knew he was the one coming in. I've got used to that, and I felt relief whenever I was around."Food is ready! Potato soup and Gingerbread just like you requested." Ryan dropped the food in the drawer next to the bed. "Wait, before that, let me check your wound. I need to know whether you are improving or not because I can't trust you with your wounds"I chuckled at how cute Ryan could be, he knew how to tease me early in the morning without showing it on his face. "Do you think I'm not strong enough to take care of my wound? I'm the powerful Tracey," I teased praising myself with a cocky smile.I couldn't help but end up laughing brighter than usual. "All
Ann kept on humping her wet mouth around my cock, stretching to take in all the size.... I closed my eyes shut, trying to block Tracey out of my thoughts and instead focus on enjoying the moment with Ann. It was damn hard as all I did proved fruitless. All I could think of was that blabbing tongue of Tracey's circling around my groins. “Dammit,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my head back against the chair. Ann didn’t stop—she knew better. Her pace quickened, her hands working in unison with her lips, trying to pull me back into the moment. I let out a soft moan of pleasure as I pushed on Ann's head to go deeper and faster. Just as I was starting to feel the faint bulge of release, my phone buzzed on the table beside me. My eyes snapped open, and my grip on Ann’s hair tightened. "Fuck! " I cursed pulling her head away as I stretched to get my phone off the table. Her lips parted, swollen and red, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she waited, kneeling with my built up cock i
Damien's POVTracey was at it again and this time, she had stretched my nerve limit in every way possible. When she came into my office, standing there with her small figure looking timid, all teary and apologetic, I thought she had fucking realized her mistake, And when she started crying, hell yeah! I was convinced she was remorseful. Not until she fucking slumped on the cold floor of my fucking office, leaving me dazed for a second. That little drama queen had made me stand off my chair, picking her up on impulse, with her sweet vanilla scent flooding my nose, but I knew I had no time for that. I dashed out the door to the nearest room—Mine. I gritted my teeth as I stood over the window relaying my personal doctor's words. "Boss, She's alive. Just the effect of the drugs kicking it" He said, packing his bags to leave. W-what? What the fuck was he talking about?? As far as I was concerned, Tracey has been locked up in her room with no human contact just like I instructed. Well