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
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
Damien's P.O.VI watched and listened to her pour out her heart in anger. I didn't miss the way her eyes clouded with hate as she spoke.The moment tears streaked down her eyes, I turned my face away. This was the second time today she was crying and each time, I felt this uneasiness creep in my chest. I wasn’t sure if what I felt was guilt or annoyance, but one thing was clear, she truly had no idea about her father's whereabouts. I made an attempt to speak, but, she buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.What the hell was I going to do with her?Williams, her father didn't just owe me a huge amount of money, I found out he also made away with something so important, a file. A single document I could not afford to get into the wrong hands.That file getting into the hands of my enemies, was same as having a death wish. It would mean my rivals having leverage over me, allowing them to take control of my empire. I didn't want that. My Mafia clan wasn't just an inheri
Damien's P.O.VI shut my eyes, zoning out the moment he said 'We let him go'Fuck! Williams had the guts to play me, my men, and even his fucking daughter. Now, I had to expand my search outside the city where I had no control.That bastard knew exactly how to make my life hell.I yanked open the safe, pulling out the documents I’d collected over the years. The sources included routes above and beyond the dorm.I placed my map pointer on the possible location I suspected. Williams must be heading towards Rome or Milan. Rome was more populated, an easy hideout for a criminal like him, but, if I or any of my guys were to go after him, our presence could easily be detected. Maybe, I should try talking with Don, someone who had control over Rome but what if Williams wasn't there?What if he headed to Milan which on the other hand was Diego Reynolds' territory. Deigo was not someone I wanted to deal with. We were never in a good book. We have been in a long-term rivalry. Diego and I had
Tracey's P.O.V I was breathing heavily by the time I finished crying, with dry tears lined down my puffy eyes. Damien hadn't said a word, there was not even a sign of remorse in him, Instead, he just stared at me with those damn cold eyes of his before wheeling himself out. Blackheart! I grunted silently throwing the pillow over the ground in frustration. I buried my head in my palm and let out a deep shaky breath. I didn't care if he believed me or not, all I wanted was to let whatever I had said out of my system, and now, I was left with a question that kept bugging me. What now?? What was Damien going to do to me now, especially after finding out I had absolutely no idea where my dad was, and why was he so hellbent on getting my dad? All of a sudden, it felt suspicious, way beyond the recovery of his loan payment. Damien never asked about my dad until I blurted it out earlier today....and now, he was acting obsessed about getting him back. I tried placing all the puzzles
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