Chapter 33.1: Mafia Reapers And The Photograph

Nathalia’s POV

Nearly thirty minutes have passed since I arrived back at the mansion. But until now, I still couldn’t believe what I discovered.

“Ouch! Slow down! Let me do it.”

Mads was trying to wrestle the ice pack from Damon’s hand. He was applying it to the bruise on his face.

I couldn’t help but wince. I felt bad for what happened to Mads. Her smooth face was marred now. If only I had known it was her behind that mask, I would have bravely intervened before she got punched.

“No. Just stay still. Don’t move,” Damon said authoritatively before continuing his task. His face was filled with concern.

I suddenly recalled what happened earlier, during the first time he witnessed what happened to Mads. Even though the enemy was already down due to the way I repeatedly struck him with a rock, he didn’t stop kicking and punching until his face was unrecognizable.

It was the very first time I saw Damon rage like a fire. Even I felt a pang of fear from him. If Mads hadn’t stopped him, that