DAMIEN'S P.O.V“Useless! Fool!“ My voice boomed across the room in anger. I couldn't hold back the anger in me as I slammed my hands on the table spiking the drink across the files.What do you mean by you can't find Tracey?“ I barked, my anger flaring above the roof.“I'm sorry boss, but, it all happened too quick and I—““Don't you dare complete that sentence, Marcus.“ I snapped shutting him off. “Do you get the gravity of the situation? Do you know what's at stake by losing her?“ I yelled, and Marcus ran a hand through his hair.“I'm fucking asking a question, Marcus!““Yes boss, but, I swear, it wasn't intentional.“ He raised his face up, his eyes desperate for a search of understanding. "The car started acting up and I stepped out, trying to check for the fault, when I felt something, like... a prick on my neck.“ He paused, raising his head “ Then everything went black. When I woke up, the car was gone, and she was gone."I froze, my blood running cold. "What do you mean a needl
Tracey's P.O.VDon Pablo had left the room after bombarding me with tons of questions I didn't have answers to.I could the slight irritation on his face when I said I was a mere collateral to Damien and nothing more. I knew I wasn't giving him what he wanted to hear, but of course, was I meant to lie to please him?I had no idea who he was or what he wanted.For an old man, it was ridiculous that he was speaking obsessively over getting Damien's attention.I turned around to look at the unfamiliar surrounding I was placed in. The cobwebs on the ceiling, the dusty air, and even the stack of sacks around made it seem like an abandoned storeroom.I couldn't help but wonder what part I had to play in all of this and why the old man who called himself Don Pablo had decided to kidnap me instead of going over to Damien himself.So now, he had made me a pawn in his dirty game and I took a deep sigh and gradually began to realize I had no choice but to accept my fate.It was obvious Damien w
“Isabella, listen,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, but if you can just find a way to get me out of here, quietly, I promise I would leave, and no one will ever know you helped me.”She frowned, her small hands twisting the hem of her dress nervously.I pulled closer to her, my bruised hands finding their ways into hers, squeezing them slightly. “But the storeroom is locked from the outside, and Papá keeps the keys with him...” She muttered batting her eyelids against each other.Of course, he does. There's no way he'd drop the key so carelessly.“Do you know where he keeps the keys?” I asked, trying not to let my desperation show.Isabella nodded hesitantly. “Sometimes, he leaves them on the table in his office. But there are guards outside... and I’m scared.”I felt a pang of guilt hit me on my chest. She was just a kid, and here I was, about to drag her into something she had no business being involved
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 POV“I'm asking you a fucking question. What the hell is this, Camillé” He growled.I sat still, watching Damien wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, as he glared at the plate in front of him, like it had personally offended him. He shoved it away with a loud hiss.Camillé was still standing there, dismayed by his sudden question, but when he snapped again, she let out a nervous laugh moving closer towards him.“D—Damien… what are you talking about? I made your favorite dish.”His eyes snapped to her. “You call this trash a meal?“ “I don't eat such shit.“ His sharp voice cut through whatever little confidence she had left.Her face turned red. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to smirk. For the first time that morning, I actually felt good.Camillé shook her head, trying to force a smile. “Maybe you’re just not in the mood for it today.” She picked up a spoon and took a bite herself, chewing slowly like she was proving a point.She swallowed, then looked at Damien, with
TRACEY’S P.O.V.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying not to let the ugly feeling settle in my chest. But, the more I was trying to evade it, the obvious it became.I knew exactly what I was feeling. Jealousy. It was an undeniable feeling that clouded me ever since I saw Camillé walking right in.Arghhh!Why the fuck was I even feeling this way?Camillé was beautiful. No doubt. She had that effortless, expensive beauty that looked straight out of a goddamn magazine. Tall, blonde, perfect body, the kind of woman who belonged in Damien’s world. The kind who could actually stand beside him without looking out of place.She was unlike me. I swallowed, forcing myself to look away from my reflection. It didn’t matter if I was developing feelings for him or not. Damien wasn't mine, neither was he supposed to be mine in the first place.I was just a captive, and a nobody to him. My only focus should be getting out of here, not feeling whatever the hell I was for him. Not caring
DAMIEN'S P.O.VI could fucking see the jealousy in Tracey’s eyes.She was doing a terrible job at hiding it especially as she stood there with her fists clenched by her sides.she pressed her lips into a slight frown.I leaned back in my chair, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as Camillé’s manicured hand rested lightly on my shoulder.I didn’t bother to shrug it off. I was liking the effect it had on Tracey.The way her eyes were locked in, switching between me and Camillé, trying to figure out what was going on.In a way it made me feel good, because I could tell what exactly was through that damn mind of hers.She was probably thinking who the fuck was Camillé and I owed her no damn explanation.I didn’t owe anyone that. But still, for some reason, I let the words slip.“Tracey, this is Camillé,” I said, my voice calm and measured. “La mia fidanzata.(My fiancée)”The moment the word fiancee came out of my mouth, I felt a distate pour across my tongue.Me saying that meant I was indire
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