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
Damien's P.O.V"This is the time for you to run... "His eyes went wild "shit." He cussed, sprinting out immediately. I chuckled as I watched Ryan run out of the room like a scared little cat. Of course, he was, just like his Father.The thought of his father clouded my mind and my smile faded into a cold stare. This wasn't a time to relieve bad memories.I pushed him out of my thoughts, grabbing my laptop and discarding the map. I had to contact Skylor and relay the recent update. We needed to also draft a good plan that could get Williams out of hiding.I took out my phone and dialed his contact immediately. "Second time you're calling today, aww, I'm touched, should I start planning our wedding or something?" His cocky tone sounded across the phone and I rolled my eyes. Skylo was never a serious one....unless when he meant business."Get out of your head, Skylor, You should know I only call because it's business related. " I stated bluntly, scrolling past the web for anything I
Tracey’s P.O.V“What the hell was that for?” I screamed weakly, glaring at Ann as I tried to squeeze the cold liquid out of my soaked hair and clothes. I could hear the echo of my shaky voice bounce through the room as I spoke.I didn't know what I had done for Ann to do such to me, but, It was unwarranted of her. My body was still weak from the electric shock and now, I was trembling from the chills of the water too.Ann was just standing there with her smirk widening “What was that for?" She chuckled, repeating my exact words in a mocking tone, "Oh, dear Tracey, you should be thanking me. I just saved your sorry little life.” She said and tilted her head forward, to give me an innocent look. “You looked so peaceful on the floor, I almost left you there.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check. Ryan told me I wouldn't be seeing much of Ann around, because, Damien had given her a month off her duties. So I was kinda worried about why she was back?? And worse in my r
Tracey's P.O.V“You called me,” he said, and I could see a wide smirk plastered on his face. “I didn’t call you to… to… do this!” I stammered, my cheeks heating up from shame. I didn't know how to react. My brain couldn't think of anything else but to run! But where the fuck was I supposed to run to? Damien didn’t move. His gaze was still on me, taking in every part of me. My body trembled, partly from anger and partly from the fact that I had no clue what was running through his mind as he sat there. Wasn't a gentleman supposed to turn away, respecting a woman's privacy? But hell no! I knew better. Damien was no gentleman. “Damien… leave… please...” I managed to mutter, though my words rolled out in a shaky, rumbling manner. I wrapped my arms tighter around my body, desperate to shield myself from his shameless eyes that refused to look away. Despite asking him to leave, he didn’t. Instead, he wheeled closer, making me step back until I was against the wall. “Why so
Tracey's P.O.VWaking up the next morning to the morning rays sliding through the slightly opened curtain, I groaned out of bed, raising my head up to see Ryan standing by the window side. "Good morning Ryan" I yawned, "What are you doing here?" I asked but instead of a response, he looked down at me, making me look at myself too.Argggh! I slept off with the towel on. He shook his head, turning to the door "The boss wants you to get dressed." He said coldly as he hurriedly twisted the door knob in a bid to leave. I frowned. Ryan didn't even respond to my greetings.That was weird. If it was any other of Damien's men that spoke to me with such a cold tone, and acted in such a manner, I wouldn't be surprised, but this was Ryan, the guy had been incredibly nice to me since we met.What happened? Was he finally aware of what my father took from Damien? Something tells me it wasn't just about the money anymore.From the look of the aesthetic of this house, and with all I have seen so
Tracey's P.O.V"Stay here and don't move an inch." He ordered giving me a stern look. His silent treatment was back on and I hadn't even gotten him to answer any of my bugging questions. I shut my eyes, my mind racing with thoughts. What had Damien decided this time?The thought of Damien pulled me back into the bathroom scene and an involuntary shiver ran through my spine. My legs squeezed shut imagining his sinful gaze on me.I could feel myself dripping wet already, I crouched to the floor, rubbing my legs together for some relief. Fuck! Why was I getting turned on by him even when he wasn't even here? This... this wasn’t me. Damien Black was doing something to me, and I hated it.I swallowed hard, letting the sweat creep down my forehead. I've never felt like this in my entire life. I longed for some relief and knew with Ryan in the room, there was no way that was going to happen.I peeked at the door, certain he was fully engrossed, still speaking to whoever it was that was at
Auction me off?I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could Damien think of this as a solution?Selling me to who exactly? My dad? It was no longer news that man wouldn't bat an eye even if I was shot dead in his presence.And me agreeing to serve as collateral was all because of Rosie and not him.I blinked, trying to process what Ryan had just said about the situation being complicated,How complicated was it for Damien to result in bidding me off?“Get up, Tracey,” Ryan’s firm voice ordered, lacking its usual bite. I could tell he was also not okay with this.“Don’t... don’t do this,” I whispered, my voice unexpectedly shaky.He sighed, crouching beside me on the floor, I could tell his eyes were filled with pity and regret “I'm sorry Tracey, but, you should know I have no say in this.As he spoke, a lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down, my eyes reddened from the reality of the situation. There was no way breaking down right now, in front of Ryan would help in any way
Don Pablo’s POVThe moment I walked into the room, I saw her—Tracey, Damien's little pawn.She was nothing like I had imagined. I expected a fierce, bold woman, someone with fire in her eyes. Instead, she was there, looking like a fragile, scared teenager curled up in the corner, trembling. Her hazel eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her small frame shook as she tried to shrink even further away from me.As I stepped closer, her soft sobs grew louder. They were the kind of cries that could touch even the hardest heart."Please... help me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.But I wasn’t here to help her. This wasn’t about saving anyone. It was business. Pure business between me and Damien Black.Most people must be wondering why a legend in the Mafia world like me would be obsessed with Damien Black.But, how do I tell them? My obsession with Damien Black started years back, when one of my Hamburg shipments disappeared. Twenty crates of weaponry, gone without a trace. M
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