Damien“You’ve lost your mind, Damien!” Gemma’s voice broke through the sound of clinking metal, that echoed in the gym.She stood near the door, her arms crossed, watching me with a look of frustration in her eyes.I didn’t stop lifting. “What are you talking about?” I grunted, feeling the strain in my arms as I did another rep.“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she shot back. “You don’t eat, you barely sleep, and all you do is obsess over finding that girl. It’s pathetic.”“I’m not obsessed,” I said through clenched teeth, dropping the dumbbells to the floor with a heavy thud. “She’s important to this gang.”Gemma scoffed. “In what way? Tell me, Damien, because none of us can see it. She’s just a liability.”“I owe you no explanations,” I snapped, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off my face. “Now leave me alone.”But Gemma didn’t leave. She stepped closer, her tone softening. “You don’t even care about me anymore, do you?” she murmured, reaching out to touch my arm. “
Alison “So that’s the plan?” I asked as Damien and I sat in the car. My wounds had completely healed, and I was back to being Damien’s puppet.“It sounds simple doesn’t it?” Damien asked, staring at me.“Yes it does.” I replied. “I must warn you, as simple as the plan sound. It is also very risky.” He said, starting the engine. “Ares is young, and because of that his brothers would do anything to protect him. They are also far more dangerous than you can imagine.”“I have seen far more dangerous men, and I have dealt with them.” I said.“Look at you, sounding like a gangster.” Damien laughed. It was a genuine laughter, and it seemed to light up his eyes.I looked away. I didn’t want to be blinded by how beautiful they were, reminding myself along the line that this man was a monster.When we got to the mansion where the event was held. Damien’s expression had changed as he stared at me. The soft look had died, and he appeared cold.“Do you want me to go over the plan over again?” H
Alison“This is all your fucking fault!” Damien yelled as he stepped out of the car.I trembled as I saw the anger in his eyes. It reminded me of that night, and my fear only grew.“I’m sorry.” I said.“I told you to shoot. Why couldn’t you fucking shoot the gun?”I didn’t speak, and made Damien turn away from me.“I need to call Hugh to come pick us up.”He said as he pulled out his phone.“Shit!” he exclaimed in frustration. “My screen’s cracked. Things just keep getting fucking worse.”I watched as he flung his phone on the ground, then he turned to face me.“I’m-going to make sure I punish you for putting me in this mess.” He yelled.“Damien I —““I don’t want to hear your lame excuses. We have to continue on foot. It’s better we walk down the bush path. That way, those men can’t find us.”I nodded, following him behind. It was dark, and it made hard for me to see. Damien wasn’t bothered about the darkness. He kept walking quickly not sparing me a glance.“Try to keep up!” He yell
Damien“Alison!” I yelled as the sound of the gunfire filled the air once again. I reached out grabbing her hands and leading her down the stairs.But the shots continued shattering more glasses, and suddenly the sound of a voice I knew so well filled the air.“Come on santos!” Ares elder brother yelled. “I know you’re in there.”“Shit!” I muttered moving in the direction of a room. How did they find us?‘This wasn’t the time to dwell on that this wasn’t time to think of a way to escape. ‘I turned to Alison who was shaking beside me. My eyes moved from her to the table at the corner of the room. “Hide behind that!” I said in a firm voice. “And don’t move until I call for you.”I watched as she ran in the direction of the table and my eyes landed on her arse. I pulled my eyes away trying not to think of that moment—the feeling of her arse, her wetness dripping into my fingers as I fucked her. I paused that thought.I felt stupid—Stupid for losing control, but there was something abou
DamienI paced around the waiting room, trying to keep my calm but I couldn’t. Alison has been in the emergency room for the past fifteen minutes.I was losing my mind, and it was strange because I never lost my mind about anything. Even at gunpoint I stood firm, not caring about the consequences, but here I was afraid of losing someone I barely knew.What has Alison done to me? I was gradually becoming a shadow of myself, letting my emotions rule over my strong judgment and beliefs. It was frustrating just thinking about it. I couldn’t continue like this. I had to do something, but what?I knew the only way to stop me from acting this way was to get rid of Alison, but was I ready to do that?I couldn’t bring myself to answer that because I knew the answer would only remind me of my weakness.I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and my eyes glanced at the door. It was closed.I sighed, leaning against the wall. Involuntarily, my mind traveled to our moment at the mansion, taking me bac
AlisonThe creak of the door opening pulled my attention, and for a moment, I thought it might be Damien. Ever since I woke up in the hospital, he had been absent—no visits, no word from him at all. Instead, it was Hugh who had brought me back from the hospital. I had asked Hugh about Damien that night during the drive home, but all he told me was that Damien had important matters to attend to. I wanted to press for more answers, but I knew letting my desperation show would only work against me.When I peered at the door, I realized it wasn’t Damien. It was Gemma. What did she want?Gemma strode into the room with her piercing gaze locking onto mine.“Damien sent me to get you,” she announced with a stern look on her face.I stayed rooted in place, my instincts screaming not to trust her. Memories of our first encounter flashed in my mind—how she had lured me into a dark dungeon under false pretenses and left me battered and bruised.“Did you hear what I said?” Gemma snapped. I could
Alison “What do you mean by I’m doing things to you?” I asked, staring at Damian closely.Damien opened his mouth as if to respond, but before he could say a word, his phone buzzed loudly. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and answered.“Hey, Hugh,” Damien slurred. “I didn’t expect you to call so soon.”I stood there, watching him as he spoke into the phone, his expression flickering between irritation and amusement.“You don’t have to worry about…” he drawled. “Of course I’m good. In fact, I’m going to start working on the plans right away.”He paused, nodding as if Hugh could see him, then said, “I’m not drunk stop saying that.”“I mean it.” His voice grew rough. “You know what? I’m done explaining to you. Bye.”Damien ended the call and tossed the phone on a nearby table. Without another word, he stood and left the room.Of course, I followed him. This was my chance to dig deeper, to find out what he was up to.I quickened my pace, catching up to him just as he stumbled sli
Alison I stood at the back of the mansion, my phone trembling in my hand. It was midnight, and I had woken up to see that Aiden had returned my call from earlier, and now I couldn’t bring myself to call him back because of my fucking guilt.Aiden’s words from our last conversation haunted me: “Did Damien ever touch you?”I closed my eyes. Shame rushed over me as I remembered my encounter with Damien. How had I allowed that to happen? If Hugh hadn’t showed up I would have let Damien go farther.Suddenly, Damien’s voice echoed in my head, “You’re doing things to me that I don’t fucking understand.”Was it just lust for him too, or something else entirely? I shook my head. Why did I care? Damien was a killer.It was sad that no matter how many times I say this. It still didn’t change anything.I couldn’t stay in this limbo. I needed to leave. My fingers hesitated over my phone screen, but finally, I called Aiden.“Alison,” Aiden answered quickly. “What’s going on? I have been calling
Damien When I got downstairs, I noticed that everything was cleared out. It was like the incident had never happened. The blood was gone, the bodies removed, and even the shattered glasses had been swept away. But there was one thing they hadn’t touched—a hole in the wall of the hall. A bullet hole, just beneath a painting. It stood out like a scar, a harsh reminder of everything that had taken place.I wasn’t surprised by the sudden clean up. This was how mafia men worked. Clean up the mess before the blood dried. Hide the chaos behind polished floors and calm voices. Act like nothing ever happened.I turned to Raul, who was standing by the stairwell. “Where’s Hernando?” I asked.He jerked his thumb toward the front door. “Outside.”I headed out alone. The night was quiet, but it felt too calm. Hernando stood near the edge of the lawn, his hands in his pockets, eyes staring into the dark distance like he was seeing something I couldn’t.“You called for me?” I said.He nodded slow
Damien The shot fired missed Hernando, and it struck someone else instead—one of Hernando’s men, judging by the cry and the thud. Anyway, this mistake was the opening I needed. I raised my gun and fired.The man who’d fired the first shot dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. One clean hit, right between the eyes.Hernando turned toward me, his face lit up. “Gracias,” he whispered.There wasn’t time to answer. I turned to face the men moving in our direction.Together, we raised our weapons and started to fire. We covered each other each other like a well-oiled machine. The smoke grew thicker, bodies crumpling one by one. They had come to ambush us, but they weren’t prepared for retaliation.Soon, most of the men that attacked were dead or writhing on the floor. The only one left standing was Hilo.He stood in the middle of the blood-soaked floor, surrounded by his fallen men, blood dripping from his arm. His suit, once pristine, was now painted with crimson.One of Hernando’
Damien “Hernando is searching for you!” Raul’s voice rang through the door. “Save the sex for later, man—when you’re both high and can go for rounds.” I shook my head, annoyed but not surprised. Raul always had something to say. I took more steps away from Alison, her warmth still clinging to my skin. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror—her shine was still on my face. Without saying a word, I stepped into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Alison was already dressed. And God… that dress. It hugged every curve like it was made for her. I wanted to rip it off again. I wanted to press her against the wall, kiss every inch of her, and fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore. But I didn’t. I held myself back. I walked up behind her and smacked her ass. She turned and gave me a sharp glare. “Damien!” She moaned and I laughed. I did it again. The third time, I pulled her close. “I love you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smiled softly.
Damien A knock on the door made me pull away from Alison. She was lying on the bed, half smiling, half dazed. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back,” I said.“Where are you going?” she asked, raising a brow. “You don’t even have underwear on.”I smirked. “I’m heading to the door.” She rolled her eyes and nodded. “Alright”I walked out of the when I opened the door, Raul was standing there, shaking his head like he’d seen too much. I made sure I kept myself well hidden, so why was he acting like he could see through the door I had used as a shield?“Come on, man!” he groaned. “Put some damn shorts on!”“How do you even know I’m naked?” I asked, leaning on the doorframe.“If you weren’t naked, you wouldn’t be hiding behind the door like that,” he said, laughing.I grunted. “Where’s the package I told you to get?”He lifted a small black bag and tossed it to me. “Right here.” “Were you able to get it?” I asked and he nodded.“You will be impressed.” He spoke
Damien The feeling of Alison’s soft body pressed against mine was everything. For a moment, it felt like the world stopped spinning. The second our lips touched, I felt like I was floating. Like I had finally made it home.I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. I kissed her slowly, deeply, like it might be the last time I’d ever get to. And she kissed me back with the same need, the same fire. We breathed between kisses, our lips barely leaving each other’s, both of us trying to hold on to the moment for as long as we could.Then I suddenly heard a loud whistle.At that moment, I broke the kiss. I turned my head slightly, still keeping Alison close. Raul stood a few steps away, grinning like an idiot. He gave us a thumbs-up and said, “Took you long enough, man.”I rolled my eyes, smiling a little. I kept my arms firmly around Alison as Hernando walked over. He flashed me a serious expression, but slowly the look in his eyes lightened.“We need to get her inside,” Hernando said. “The
Alison The sound of heavy rain woke me from my sleep. I blinked, confused for a moment. My eyes moved around the room, trying to remember where I was.There was no white walls or metallic doors. My eyes met with a small wooden table which was engulfed by the curtains that the wind kept shoving in different directions.My eyes fell on the mattress I was lying on. It was on the ground and not on a metallic surface.During that moment, it hit me—I wasn’t in the mental facility anymore. I was in the little home on the outskirts of town. The one Henry had snuck me to just yesterday.But it still felt like a dream. Everything had happened so fast. Henry’s crazy plan. The escape. The lies. The risk.I remembered how I had reacted when he first told me.“Fake my death?!” I shouted.“Shh!” Henry tried to calm me down, glancing around nervously. “Do you want people to hear us?”“No,” I whispered back, lowering my voice. We were in the middle of a yoga class, stretching on thin mats.I bent f
Damien The news was everywhere by Monday. Blasted across headlines, whispered in hushed voices on radio stations, and dissected by reporters with hollow empathy. “Alison Jones Confirmed Dead—Wife of Billionaire and Harrow town’s mayor—Aiden Jones Dies at Mental Health Facility.” I sat frozen, glued to the television screen, every pixel stabbing through my chest like broken glass. My fingers curled tightly around the neck of the bottle in my hand as I watched the funeral procession unfold on the live broadcast. The camera zoomed in on the black casket being lowered into the ground, surrounded by roses and men in dark suits. Front and center, flanked by a fortress of bodyguards, stood Aiden Jones. He wore a neutral expression at first then suddenly his expression changed and he appeared sad like he had just been stabbed in the heart. I narrowed my eyes at the screen, hate burning under my skin like wildfire. “I wish I could make you cry for real,” I muttered under my breat
Damien Henry stood in front of me, lips pressed into a tight line, eyes flicking nervously toward the ground. Outside suddenly felt too quiet. The sound of chirping birds had disappeared, all I could hear was my own breathing. I glanced behind him, expecting to see Alison. But the space behind him was empty. My throat tightened. “Where is she?” I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice but I failed. Henry furrowed his brows, hesitating just long enough to raise my suspicions further. “There’s a lot we need to talk about,” he said cautiously. My heart dropped. “Is she dead?” The words scraped out of me like gravel. I hated how they sounded. Final. Cold. “No,” he said quickly. “She’s not.” Before I could demand more answers, Hernando’s voice rang from behind him and he took a step forward. “Let’s step into the study, we can discuss more about it there.” I turned to him sharply, my eyes narrowing. “I want answers. Now!” “You will get your answers, Damien,” Hernando said
Damien "You told me this was going to be a fast operation," I said, my frustration spilling over as I watched Hernando walk out of his study.I had been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for news from Henry, and I was beginning to lose my patience.Hernando didn’t even look at me as he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeve. "It is. You need to calm down, Damien," he said as he continued his slow stride across the hall. "It has been a week, Hernando," I shot back. "It’s been a damn week. How much longer are we supposed to wait for this job to be done?"He finally stopped walking and turned to face me, that typical smile playing on his lips. "The job will be done. You’re just too impatient." His tone was infuriatingly casual as if he couldn’t understand the gravity of the situation."I can’t calm down," I muttered, more to myself than to him. This wasn’t just about a job. It was about Alison.I couldn’t sit still and wait forever, not when every passing minute felt like it was slipping awa