[3rd POV—Damon]
Damon felt Cara stiffen underneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably yet his focus veered around the crowd, desperately trying to spot where the bullets were coming from.
A sniper. He asserted as the barrage of gunfire came from afar, tailing with a blaze only visible to the eyes in no more than a second.“Fuck!” Keeping his arms and the mass of his body shielding Cara, Damon manages to tap into his communication device pierced on his ear, he hollered a command to Davien, his wingman connected on the other line. “Send back-up now!”“Dad…”Cara shifted beneath him, despondently whispering as if awakening from her trance. Her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at him, clinging to his collar like a lost child pleading for help. Both horrified and rambling. “My dad…mom?”Damon wanted to hoist her into his shoulder and take her to safety. A peculiar feeling prodded his chest upon seeing this particular woman crying, and all he wanted to do is rip this world apart as punishment for hurting her.Just on cue, a cry came nearby, snapping Cara’s attention away from him. “Baby? Richard!” It was Felicity, and before Damon could stop her, Cara shot to her feet and run to her mother.“Mom!”Locking his jaw tight, and spitting forth a string of curses. Damon hurled the rounded table, flipping it sideways making it a barrier between the shattered window and Cara as she fell immediately into her mother’s embrace.He wanted to cross their distance. To hold her in his arms, shielding her away from the world. Yet, he could not let his mind stray from his surroundings while the sniper is still on a killing spree. The bullets pounced in a flurry on the concrete walls and the tiled floor, receding the metal clangs into a thin whine in the air. Shards and shrapnel flew all over the place as the plates and vases on top of the tables blew apart. Countless lifeless bodies lay still in their pool of blood. Those unfortunate enough to be caught up in this chaos.Another explosion shook the ground, eliciting a cry from Cara and her mother as the two of them huddled against each other.A movement caught Damon’s eyes. A plethora of masked men wearing overalls and armed with rifles came surging inside the vicinity. Scanning and shooting everyone that moves. These weren't his men.Cursing under his breath, he hit the communication device again, impatient from the lack of response coming from his team. “Davien! Where the hell are you!”The stud beeped twice, followed by a static voice. “Coming Dam. We already located the sniper. Two blocks away, rooftop, Ransford building approximately eight hundred meters.”As much as he wanted to kill that fucker right now, his main concern at the moment was these goons scouring inside the restaurant, probably looking for them to finish off the job.Whoever sent them here was a fool.Sliding effortlessly to Cara, Damon briefly peels her hands from her ear so she could hear what he's about to say.“I need you to stay here, don't move or make a sound. I will be back.”She merely stared at him, still dazed. Damon wasn't sure whether she understood him, but he needed to get moving or things would get far worse.“I’m going to fucking kill you, Davien.” Grumbling under his breath, he emerged from the hiding spot where he left Cara unspotted. Moving so swiftly behind the bullet-tattered drapery, targeting the closest masked man. Haunched low with the soles of his shoes barely making a sound. He came up from behind and shoots up his hands to the man’s neck, twisting it so quickly before it could make any noise.Taking the rifle off the man, he checked first if it was loaded. A cold grin cocking up his lips. Adrenaline started to pump faster in his veins at the thought of shedding blood tonight and the prospect of having someone to torture for disrupting his lovely dinner with his gorgeous woman. Letting the devil take over himself, Damon pulled the trigger, handily shooting the others into a surprise assailed. Striking bullets straight into their heads and chest, all clean and precise shots. Reciprocating death, avenging those innocent lives they took before they even realize what was happening. He wanted to laugh at their faces, but he couldn't. He wouldn't risk it while Cara is around. He needed to keep cool.Right before the last shell fell into a resonant clank into the floor. The last of his target fell with a loud thud. Just in time his torpid men arrived. They were poised, guns aimed ready to shoot, but all went frozen and instantaneously lower their weapons when didn't see any adversary to fight. Only Damon stood before a plethora of dead bodies. Dark eyes blazed with rage. “You fools took damn long enough!” He roared furiously, rifle sling on his shoulders, a thin cloud of smoke still swirling in the air and a faint scent of sulfuric gunpowder lingers.In a beat of a few long strides, he crosses their distance and quickly grabs the first man near him by the collar callously. Pressing the rifle’s muzzle into the man’s throat threateningly, he growled viciously. “Be grateful I can't kill you tonight, but that doesn't mean you won’t get punished for your indolence.”It was empty, he knows, but it was satisfying to see the man scared shitless and him quavering like a damn stupid pup tucking his tail between his legs.“Where is the fucktard?!” Damon thundered, shoving the man he was holding, and whipped his head to the rest of them.“With Davien, boss.”One brave enough to step up, but the slow bobbed of his throat hasn’t gone unnoticed to Damon. Afraid that their boss would his sheet again and start shooting them all for arriving late.He might have, and he’s tempted, yet a low whimper and a stifling sob caught his keen attention, reminding him of the woman he ought to protect. Tossing the rifle blindly to his men, Damon rushes to the spot where he had left them, and what he sees next made his heart prick for the ladies.Rocking back and forth on her heels, Mrs. Davidsons cradled her husband’s bloodied head on her chest while Cara, silently crying, rubbed her mother’s back in a futile attempt of comfort.Damon kneeled over to her side, gently placing his palm on her shoulder. She jolted at his touch at first but then relaxes when she realized it was him. Her sob grew louder, her perfectly round bosom heaving on her skin-tight silver dress, beckoning to him in such untimely circumstances. He swept the magnificent stray tresses of golden hair that fell into her face, ever so carefully tilting her head like a fragile, prized doll made out of glass he cupped in his palm and wiped his thumb over her tear-stained cheeks, controlling his urges and ignoring his suddenly stiffed cock. For being so disheveled and distraught, by far without an effort, her beauty hasn’t been tampered with. She could be wearing a tattered dress made out of rugs and he would still find her attractive among all other women.He can’t break her. She’s the only one that made him feel so…human. Not a monster.To be able to feel.Sighing softly, Damon crooned, surprising himself how he was able to act so tenderly around her as if he hadn't just gone on a frenzy. “Cara, you must leave now...” Pain and denial among all other emotions stood out prominently in her captivating almond-shaped eyes despite the grief. Cara shakes her head, still a little incoherent with a bereaved cracked voice. “No...dad...stay.”Yet, he understands her perfectly. She doesn’t want to leave her father, but it is not safe for her to stay in this place. There might be others coming in and he can’t take the risk of putting her life in jeopardy. Her mother including.“It’s okay, I'll take care of him.” He promised, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and helping her stand.“Richard…please…my love, wake up!”For Damon, death is the most natural thing in the world, and even felt no remorse for taking one's life especially if that person deserved a brutal end. He’s cruel, forged to have a heart of steel layered with thick ice. He’d seen deaths more gruesome than this and not even flinch at the sight of it, however, witnessing such a harrowing moment made him feel something strange when he was supposed not to.“Mom…” Cara’s voice broke him out from her reverie, reminding him that he still had an urgent business to take care of and it cannot wait any much longer.“Mrs. Davidsons,” he softly called the bereaved woman. “It’s no longer safe to linger here. You need to go, I’ll have my men bring you to your home securely.”He let Cara go briefly to take care of her mother as he motioned his men to come forward. Clearly giving them instructions on what to do, or else facing his wrath. “Bring them home safe. If I find a single scratch on their skin, even the tiniest one. I will flay you alive. You understand?”“Yes, boss!” Terrified at most knowing that it wasn’t just a threat, they all nodded in unison and escorted the ladies out of the catastrophe. Damon didn’t want Cara to be out of his sight, yet he doesn’t want her to see the monster side of him he’s been trying to conceal from her for these past few weeks.Right after Cara and her mother left, safely tucked into one of his armored SUVs, he immediately called Davien. He was with the sniper and still haven’t left the rooftop building where he aimed his assault. Damon reach the place in no time, finding Davien and a gagged man bound with cable ties. He was already beaten up to a pulp, his face bloodied and almost unrecognizable. The MK13 sniper’s gun used remained untouched from its position on the ledge.Without any preliminaries, Damon planted one knee into the sniper's belly, bringing most of his weight down to elicit pain and supposedly crush the internal organs. Ripping off the gagged wedged between his teeth, and started interrogating. “Who do you work for?!”However, the man only laughs hysterically between coughing and gasping for air. “Fuck you...Your reign is over, Montreal.”A black pill suddenly appeared underneath his tongue, and before Damon could shove his finger into his mouth to prevent what is about to happen. The man bites the pill down in half, pouring the green liquid straight into his throat. Not a second later, his body started convulsing, foam of saliva oozing from his mouth, eyes rolled back turning them completely white.The sniper has gone lifeless in a beat.He killed himself before Damon could extract any information, deeming that it was the safest way out than forego a series of torture in the future.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Frustrated and with a surge of anger boiling up to his head, Damon remove himself from the dead body on a whim, continuously kicking and stomping over it. Grunting in satisfaction when he heard the bones crunch underneath his feet until the body turns limp and pliable.Davien, his wingman, also his identical twin brother, looking at him with a void expression on his face. Perfectly knowing not to intervene with his fit of temper.[Cara]Everything still hasn’t sunk into my pretty dumb head.It’s as if the time itself seemed to have slowed down and the world stopped revolving around me. My body moved automatically without being told what to do. My eyes stare distantly, but not seeing at all.It feels like I am floating, my head wrapped around the cloud, and a knife lodged between my chest. Tweaking and twisting in a painful thrust, making it so hard to breathe.“Cara...”A low velvety voice echoed in a hush. My phantom moved closer to me from across the dim room, walking with a such regal bearing that its presence overwhelms me to the point of suffocation, stifling and bursting me into flames. Yet, at the very same time a kind of air I longed to breathe. To inhale and fill my lungs with his manly scent. I should be frightened after what happened. I should be wary of his presence and call the cops immediately. He could be a psychopath, a murderer, and an obsessed stalker.I am aware of the danger he poses, and
[Cara] A week has flown by, and I still don't have the energy to return to work, but I know I must. My employees depended on me for them to feed their families. So I couldn't let this grief consume me, or else many lives would suffer greatly. I couldn’t do that to my people.Most of my free time—which wasn't much—was spent searching for any possible prospect whom my dad had been afflicted with. Nonetheless, all those searches were futile and leads me to naught.Fortunately, I have Nancy to get me through my grief. She had been extremely patient and helpful to me. She doesn’t annoy me every now and then like she always does. Instead, she keeps checking in on my office, and I appreciate all of her efforts.Meanwhile, it has also been a week since I heard anything from Damon. It feels like he just popped out of our lives after the incident and my dad’s burial. It’s not that I am expecting anything from him, but he could have called at least once to see how I was doing. Well, now that my
[Cara]Without waiting for his response I dropped the call and slump back into my chair again. Suddenly felt drained just by talking to him.I thought he was the one who was going to pick me up, but instead, an armored black SUV was waiting on me on the ground floor of my building. Escorted by a plethora of men in black and another three SUVs tailing the one I was in with.I just shot Nancy a quick message about where I am going and she texted back, telling me to have fun. Like what fuck? What fun would that be?If not in bed… Oh, gross.…not.I’m totally mental.The trip went uneventful and excruciatingly long. I’m not even sure where this is going and these men sitting rigidly next to me felt more like robots than humans. It was already dark when we were on our way to Damon’s place.Fancy places and grandeur don’t appeal to me no more. However, my jaw locked in its place when my gaze fell into a glass monstrosity perched skywards on the hilltop. It is double the size of our mansion
[Cara]Nobody dared to stop me as I stormed out of this glass monstrosity. Or because Damon told them not to. Mom was shouting my name behind me, but I was too angry and hurt to even listen to her.How could they do this to me?Am I not to be trusted about such matters that they chose to tell Damon instead of me? Over their own daughter? Is that how keen and desperate they are to sell me? I know for the longest time they are trying to find me an eligible bachelor with tons of money to expand and strengthen our business domain, and also to ensure my future. But fuck! I never expected Dad to include my inheritance in this gamble, and for what? So that I would be forced to marry that fucking bastard. It was clearly stated in there that I could only access whatever was left in my name only by marriage to Damon-fucking-Montreal.Gosh! I felt so dumb and stupid.“Drive!” I hollered, directing to no one while marching briskly through the roundabout pavement where the SUV was still parked a
[Cara]I am not a crybaby. I am raised not to be one. A little spoiled, maybe, but never cry more than once about the same problem. I toughened up and faced it rather than breaking down every time it resurfaced in my mind. Nonetheless, the surge of emotions was just too much, too painful to be held close.Like a dam bursting into floods, my tears flowed into rivers soon as I throw myself inside my car.That insufferable bastard really had the audacity to follow me after delivering that horrendous news like it was nothing.Fuck him. Fuck them all!I breathed deeply, clutching the steering wheels until my knuckles turned white. I stared at the empty parking lot blankly.No, Cara.Pull yourself together.You’re one of the strongest person I know. Don’t let that hot-ass bastard ruin everything that’s left in your life.Certainly, dad had some explanation for this. Just have the courage to broaden your understanding, okay? Your mom is just as devastated as you were. Both of you were going
[3rd POV—Damon]It wasn’t supposed to happen, though he doesn’t regret a thing either. All of his defenses crumbled into dust when Cara kissed him. She opened up herself to him like a bottle of irresistible whiskey, pouring liquid of fire into his tongue.All he could think was to make her feel better, and now she was curled in his arms, sleeping tightly and soundly. The soft snore coming from her mouth was like a melody he couldn’t get enough of, and the way her lashes fluttered, touching her cheeks told him whatever dream she was having, it wasn’t a nightmare. Which is a good thing after everything she’s been through. He feels terrible for deceiving her, for having Cara think that he and her phantom are two different people, but he has to hide his identity until she’s ready to embrace his dark side.Damon slid off his mask, having no need for it, and stared at Cara’s sleeping countenance. He traces his thumb over the fine bridge of her nose, down to her pouty lips before a static r
[Cara]Four packets of condom sachets littered my room, which I had been staring at for quite some time, along with the mask and shirt he had left. For a moment, I thought he just forgot about them, or he could deliberately leave them on purpose to remind me that last night was real.Damn, does he always carry a bunch of them every night?Four rounds. I can’t believe we used all that.Heat crawled up into my face at the thought of it. No wonder I’m a bit sore down there, and my knees had gotten a little weak. His scent lingered around my room and on my skin. I remember everything and the incident I encountered with Damon and Liam. Those two pricks, I hope they bang their heads on against each other and damage their brain permanently. I was expecting another bludgeoning headache to come considering how much I had drunk last night. Strangely, I felt perfectly fine.Maybe the little exertion that happened last night with my phantom helped ease the alcohol out of my system.Now my nigh
[Cara]“Cara, the situation is getting direr. Mr. Torrel wished to meet with you to discuss his shares in the company. Some of our investors also tried to make an appointment regarding the same issue.”Nancy barged into my office while I was buried with other papers. Too much is happening right now for me to have a lackadaisical moment.“What the hell do they want?” I let out a groan, slammed the folder I was going through, and then shot a glare at my friend, who is, by the way, the head of the finance department.“Here, take a look at this.” She thrust a black envelope in front of me, and I stared at it full of suspicion as though, at any moment, a snake would jump out of it and bite me in the neck.The death threat I received last week wasn’t helping much with my imagination. It was stressing me out, and I know I shouldn’t take it lightly, knowing my dad had been assassinated right before me two weeks prior.Well, whatever this shit is. It’s not going to reveal itself just by starin
[Damon] ***Ten years later...*** I run my thumb over her lips the slides my fingers into her hairline, gripping her close as much as I can while she moves on top of me, grinding and taking me inside her.God, I love this woman with all my heart. It fucking hurts like I am going to explode.Right inside her.Her back arches, and her hair falls down her spine as she rides me, and I lean back on my elbow, holding her hip.Fuck, baby. I groan.“God, Damon,” Cara whimpers, her knees on my side trembling.She digs her nails into my shoulders and comes in, kissing me, her taste and heat making my fucking head spin. This was the second time in six hours. She, climbing on top of me and stirring me awake at the crack of dawn just ten minutes ago.How easily I stir for her, though. My beautiful wife.Ten years.A decade has passed since that night.Yet, I still couldn't believe the vision I had with her had now come true.We are now living in a two-story house. A picket white fence and a centen
[Cara]He was frantic and disoriented from having the sack on his head. He lists too much and fights the bonds on his wrist.“Get them out of here and make sure their mouths are sealed before I will,” Damon instructed a few of the armed men to get the catering crew out of here. His threats are resolute, and I'm sure as hell that if one of them squeaks, that would be the very last sound they make.A shudder ran down my spine, but it wasn't for the horrible thought of what Damon might do to the poor catering crews, but mainly to the man’s hysterical blue eyes glued on me. A momentary surprise registered on his face upon seeing me, but then he was back wrestling with his binds.The vivid anger in me burns the back of my throat, seeing my father's face as well as the one responsible for his death. He tries to talk, but the gag on his mouth shuts him up. Salvatore unceremoniously rips the fabric off his mouth and grabs his head by the hair.“C-Cara?” He sputtered, recovering his breath.“
[Cara]I felt comfortable and confident with the dress I chose. It was a tight-fitted tube with a chromatic effect that changes hues when the light hits it. Though I topped it up with a white pea coat, covering Damon’s bite marks was glowing in brilliant red on the skin on my shoulders.My make was already done, and I just let my hair hang in its natural curls, cascading down to my waist, then paired it with black Louboutin shoes with rhinestones lining around the pointed heels.I was staring at my reflection in the mirror for one final glance as I eased my nerves. Just then, the doorbell chimes, and the raging dread fire starts again and coils in my gut.Damon says it's going to be fine, and I trust him. However, I am not worried about this man, but rather the information he brings us. A knock came through the door on cue, and Damon’s voice followed. “Cara, my love.”It’s going to be fine. I tell myself and take a deep breath. Traipsing across the room and opening the door.“I’m don
[Cara]I was fidgeting my fingers as I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to contain my raging nerves and needles pricking at my throat, making it hard to swallow.Damon assures me that everything is going to be fine, but is it going to be?He invited Salvatore Servantes to his home, or should I say his penthouse. Yes, we haven't been back to his glass mansion or he lets me go with my mom when she says she's going back home. He didn't even allow me to return to my condo.It's only the two of us, but it will be soon that Salvatore comes ringing the doorbells.Damon is true to his words when he says he will let this guy who ordered to kill Henry come over and dine with us.Perforation rigged into my large almond eyes as my gaze traveled down to my chest, to tiny scars above the swell of my breasts, and disappeared underneath my bra. The tip of my fingers unconsciously brushes over the small lump of a scar on my side. Mentally counting the stitches and cursing Burson’s soul to rot in
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.The air was thick with the stale smell of after-sex, their naked bodies were entangled in a comfortable way, and both of their breathing was in perfect harmony. She was sprawled atop him, her breasts squished on his ribs. The side of her cheek pressed to his chest just above where his heart softly pounding. As though it was the last sound she was listening to that lulled her to sleep.Damon carefully cleared the golden tresses veiling on her beautiful face, his index trailing the fine bridge of her nose. Her eyes fluttered from his touch as though, even though, through her sleep, she could still recognize him. He stilled for a moment when she stirred,
[Cara] He motioned to his tenting arousal and didn’t need to elaborate on what he wanted me to do. My entire system seemed to know as well what he needed.I unzipped his trousers and took out his agonizingly hot, stiff, turgid cock. He pushed my head slightly so the tip of the rested cock rested on my lower lip, the weight of it making me pout. Damon stared down at me as though he appeared to be waiting for me to act. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he gently pulled me back so my throat was almost perfectly aligned, a straight passage from my mouth to my stomach, and my spine bent downwards with my breasts hanging hefty just above the sheets.Instinctively, my mouth opened, and his cock slipped in, resting heavily on my tongue as the salty tang wrapped around my taste buds. I have a small mouth and the bulk of his shaft still surprises me even though this wasn’t the first time I’ve given him a blowjob.Damon began stroking my hair softly.Moving his hips as he began to feed his shaft s
[Cara] When I believed I had already gotten the hang of repressing my feelings, I found out otherwise. Damon was precisely like a wrecking ball, crashing through the thick walls I had built and reducing them to dust in the process. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I turned my gaze around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. However, the manly scent that permeated my nostrils reminded me so much of him, and I immediately knew this room was his.Maybe one of his properties.I sigh, feeling the heaviness on my chest weighing me down. “I'm sorry.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth while in my head, chanting apologies for the foolishness railed in my thoughts. “I am so sorry.”How selfish could I have been? My gaze zeroed in on my fingers, fidgeting on my lap. They had already taken me out of my gown and changed me into a red satin night shift.A deep growl resonated in his chest as he hooked his index around my chin, tilting my head up. Dark eyes bu
[Cara] Damon was about to attack Henry, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He was still clutching the gun that he had taken from me, and I have no doubt that he won't think twice about putting a bullet in Henry's head. Damon came to a standstill and focused his perplexed gaze on me for a moment.“He made you cry,” he grumbled, his irritation clearly visible on his face and the stench of liquor oozing from his breath as he spoke.He had been drinking before he came here. He must have been stressed out with me leaving so abruptly without saying a word to him or explaining why I just did that.I breathe deeply, feeling completely spent. “He did, and he’s going to pay for what he did.” My focus shifts to Henry as I try to rein in my rage before it consumes me completely once more. “But not right now.”I have enough for this day—too much information I didn't know how to handle.“Cara,” Henry uttered my name in a hushed tone that was hardly inaudible due to the sound of the chopper's blades
[Cara]I was so angry I didn't realize that I had destroyed all the things inside Henry's office. The table’s a wreck, the chairs been upturned and one leg was broken. The stack of documents piled on the table scattered the floor, and shards of broken glasses hazardously littered the floor.“Cara, please calm down before you hurt yourself.” I snapped my vicious attention to Henry, glaring daggers at him. Honestly, I was surprised by his imperturbability, as though he wasn’t dealing with an unhinged woman who was on the verge of madness.Which, unfortunately, turns out to be me.He raises his hands in surrender, yet he keeps inching closer to me. “Let’s talk this over.”Is this man making me laugh? “Talk?” I scoffed, looking at him indignantly. He wanted to talk? If he did, he could have done it long before he discovered he had a long-lost twin brother and introduced himself to us. But no, he only chose to reveal himself when it was already too late. My dad died because of his stupid