“I wouldn’t have brought Adam and that woman to the witness stand if you’d cooperated just like we discussed,” he argued. “You did this.”I shook my head in disbelief, feeling the tears rush to my eyes. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault I’m in this mess?”“Yes!” He yelled then, gripping my arms in a sudden burst of rage. “And you will be punished for going against my words!” He continued, shaking me violently.My heart was racing in fear and excitement as his cold hands dug into my arms, drawing a wince out of me.“I want you to keep testing me so I can keep evolving with different ways I could make you pay for your wrongs.”A sob escaped my throat then, my chest unable to carry the overwhelming emotions again, and I managed to bite it back. But my eyes betrayed me instead, spilling my tears in their streams down my cheeks.Damon stepped back from me in shock, tearing his hands away from my arms like they had just been burned.“What’s wrong?” He queried, looking clueless as fuck. “Why
Iris’s POV“Do you know what you’re asking for?”He was gazing down at me with passion-heavy eyes, running his thumb feverishly across my bottom lip.“I don’t,” I whispered through slightly parted lips, “that’s why I’m asking you to show me.”Who was this girl?! She was hot and sexually bothered by the way this devil kept looking at her…He started to move in closer, backing me into the car, and placing his two hands above me on the car.I held my breath as he ever so slowly leaned into me, his lips hovering over mine. “Fine.” He crashed his lips down on mine, biting and nibbling and suckling, drawing deep-throated moans from me as our salivas mixed.Burning with a crazy need for him, I reached up and pulled his head in, trying as hard as possible to out-kiss him and melting into his hard frame, the desire weakening me to my toes.In a blind frenzy of desire, he picked me up swiftly and set me down on the bumper, and in the process, the bulge in his pants rubbed against my jeans in th
Damon’s POVI knew that there would be no going back after I held her in my arms in a blinding orgasm.There could be no going back from that sorta bliss. I leaned up on my elbow, watching her face as she slept.She looked so peaceful, beautiful, and delicately fragile. One wouldn’t be able to tell just how strong she was by looking at her.We’d gone five rounds in the space of two hours the previous night, unable to get enough of each other. She was insatiable, just as I was, going crazy for more after getting a taste of the cookie.After I’d slipped into her that night, and she’d gasped in a pain that lasted only seconds, I gently nudged her thighs further apart, slowly moving into her and groaning in a burst of pleasure as her slick, tight walls clenched around my dick, pulsating with passionate energy.“How does that feel?” I whispered in her ears, grinding against her slowly and deeply, and her mouth hung open in a throaty moan that got me harder than I already was as she clung t
Zach’s POVIn breaking news, there’s been a critical commotion, breach, and traffic jam on the New York-Vermont expressway as the Mafia boss, Damon Vyon, got into an altercation with Luca Santino, son of Aldo Santino, a newly appointed and respected officer at the New York Law District. I scoffed as the pretty brunette announcer read the news on Channel X, a warm feeling settling in my chest.The news had finally got out.“Now let’s see how you play this little challenge out, Vyon,” I sneered under my breath, digging my fingers into my pockets.“Boss,” one of my men called from behind me, and I glanced sideways, cocking a brow.“The P.I. sent these,” he said, handing me a brown envelope. After staring at it for a moment, I took the envelope from him.I opened it and looked inside to see a couple of pictures, and I hesitantly took them out, dropping the envelope on the table in front of me.I scoffed as my eyes took in the pictures of Damon Vyon and a pretty blue-eyed girl, standing
Iris’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in Damon’s bathroom, a toothbrush jammed inside my cheek.I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, and my eyes squinted as they focused on the red blotch on the side of my neck. In two different places.What were they? I’d never seen marks like that on my body before, and I suspected it had appeared after Damon had painfully bitten down on my neck countless times the previous night.I reminded myself to browse about it when I stepped out of here.As the image of Damon biting down my neck as he plunged into me flashed across my mind, I bit my lips, my cheeks flushing deeply.It’d been a hell of a night, as Damon had opened my eyes to a world of mind-blowing pleasure I never thought existed.We’d gone five times consecutively, surprising myself. How could I be so strong to continue? I didn’t mind because each time, I climbed higher up in orgasm, and lasted there much longer.It was because of Damon, and the things he did with his fingers. T
Iris’s POVI froze on the spot, my heart pounding.Gary? What was he doing on Damon’s private floor this morning?Swallowing hard, I gathered my clothes tighter around my arms and stood up straighter. “Good morning to you too, Gary,” I bit out, and resumed my steps, walking briskly away from him.“I’m just here to ask if you will be going to the academy today,” he said, maintaining a safe distance behind me as he followed quietly.I was a little confused. Why wasn’t he asking why I had come out of Damon’s room? Why wasn’t he coming to check what I had in my arms? But then, it was none of his business.“The boss sent me,” he added, and my heart skipped. Damon sent him? Where was he, by the way? Why did he think to disappear first, the moment he woke up? Did he not care to explain what last night had meant, or talk about it?I didn’t even think I wanted to…I was soon at my door, and just before I pushed it in and disappeared behind it, I turned to Gary, clearing my throat.“Yes, Gary,”
Damon’s POVI got to the office to find Jacob already there, pacing about with his tie loose, and a glass of whiskey in his hand.Eyeing him carefully, I poured myself a glass and sank into the swivel chair behind the desk.“So, the news and pictures still somehow got out there?” I demanded, taking a sip of the whiskey and watching him from over the rim of the glass.He nodded slightly, his jaw ticking. “Unfortunately. The channel,” he explained, “Channel X, as I’ve heard, happens to belong to a low-key local and international broadcasting station, and the owner has kept his identity anonymous since the station began to operate, so no one could get hold of the management, or the boss.”“Who?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.“Huh?”“Have you tried getting hold of the management, or this anonymous boss you speak of?”“Of course, sir. They are just totally unreachable, almost like they aren’t on the face of this earth.”I scoffed at Jacob’s words, shaking my head.“Something doesn’t seem ri
Damon’s POV“Where is he?! Damon Vyon!”I turned slowly towards the direction of the door, to see Aldo Santino barging through the doorway, his face red and puffy with pure rage.Jacob moved to grab his gun from his holster, and I signaled him to stand back, deciding to watch the scene play out.But the moment Aldo’s eyes fell on Luca, who was still standing too close to me, he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of confusion and disturbing calm washing over his face.“L-Luca?” He stuttered, squinting and drawing forward to have a close look at his son. Couldn’t the man recognize his son at a glance?The extensive background check we’d run on Aldo had brought up Luca as his son and only family left, and I suddenly understood why he’d been at that house that particular day Iris and I had bumped into him.I glanced over at Luca to see he was glaring at his father, his jaw ticking. He didn’t look as surprised to see his father as the reverse was.“What are you doing here?” Aldo demanded,
Damon’s POVThree months earlier“So, you got a new tattoo?”The voice of the therapist pulled me out of my thoughts, and I pulled my gaze away from the window facing the garden, looking down at the still-fresh tattoo on my arm.“Yeah..” I murmured, tracing a finger across the face on the tattoo, lingering around the eyes that stared back at me.“When?” The female therapist asked, and I shrugged, not taking my eyes off the tattoo.“Just a few weeks back, I guess.”“Really? Can I see?”“Sure,” I mumbled, heaving a sigh.She rose to her feet and moved around her desk, coming over to where I sat and leaning forward behind me.“Wow,” she exclaimed quietly, a little amazement in her voice. “That’s a unique face. A pretty one, at that.”“Yeah, I know right?” I replied, the corners of my lips tilting up in a small smile. “It’s a face I keep seeing in my dreams, Andrea.”Andrea, my therapist, stood back then and observed me closely, almost lik
Iris’s POVA year laterI stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony of the condo, admiring the beautiful night view, my mind a melancholic mess.It had been that way since that night after Damon had fallen off that cliff.And we hadn’t seen him since.There was nowhere we hadn’t looked.But Damon was nowhere to be found.I’d cried and cried for months, but to my greatest despair, that was all I could do.Sometimes I wished Luca hadn’t showed up with Gary when he did, because then I’d have been killed too, and I wouldn’t have to deal with this pain.At least I’d be dead and buried, probably alongside him.It was as I’d seen him falling off that cliff that I knew I was in love with Damon Vyon, my heart falling right out with him.And I never got a chance to tell him how I felt…“What are you thinking about?”I whirled around to see Luca standing at the balcony door, watching me with a sober expression on his face.He too, had not remained the same ever since Damon disappeared
Iris’s POVThe gun fell out of my trembling hand, clattering to the floor.Did he just ask me to shoot Damon?No, no. I couldn’t.Sighing and pushing his fingers through his hair, Zach bent down and picked up the gun, approaching me menacingly. “Don’t piss me off, pretty girl,” he snapped, his tone laced with derision, as he pressed the gun into my hand again. “Shoot him, I said.”“No!” I screamed now, intentionally throwing the gun far from me, and as it tumbled over the cliff, Zach let out a deep growl and whirling around, he struck me heavily across the cheek.“Fucking bastard!” Damon yelled, struggling viciously to break free of his chains, and tears blurring my vision, I stared down at him, knowing very well that this would end badly.How could we possibly get out of this?What miracle could happen?“Hey you,” Zach snapped his fingers at one of his men, “get me another gun.” They quickly came forward, presenting him with a new gun, and he took it, observing it closely.“Now,” he
Damon’s POVI stared up at the chief coward—Zach, was it?—my vision blurring.Ah. So it was him? The one I’d replaced?This story he recounted.. triggered the memory of a day I’d kept buried and locked up, unconsciously, the pain coming right back and whipping me emotionally.That little boy from back then. I stared at the scar on his chest, remembering how I’d felt seeing him bleed out on the floor that day.“You seem to be getting your fucking memories back, don’t you?” Zach spat, his eyes growing darker than they were already.Of course, that day had been a fucking bloody day. So how could I forget?*****Fifteen years ago“W-what are you doing here?” The man who called himself my father stuttered, staring at me with a fear I’d never seen in his eyes before.We stood facing each other on the rooftop of his new law firm, a stick of cigar in his hand, dark circles underneath his eyes.Had he even been sleeping? Well, how could he sleep, after he sold me off to that maniac of a mafia
Damon’s POVHe glared at me for a long time, saying nothing, his eyes taking on a distant look. Then rising to his feet, he cleared his throat.“It’s your money, quite alright,” he started, shoving his fingers in his pocket, alongside the flash drive, “but this money is nothing compared to what you stole from me, Damon.”What the heck was he talking about? What exactly would I steal from a stranger like him? Someone I knew nothing about?He stopped pacing for a while, staring down at me. “You might have forgotten,” he scoffed, “seeing how fucking clueless you look right now.”“Look,” I started, frustration climbing into my tone, against my will, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, or how you got your hands on that. But if it’s the money you want, you can keep it.” “Just let her go,” I added, nodding in Iris’s direction. “She has nothing to do with any of this.”He looked back at her for a moment, then threw his head back in a maniacal laughter, shaking his head.“Who sai
Damon’s POVThe slap of the wind on my face was what woke me up this time. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, every part of my body aching, my head throbbing painfully.Where was I now?Fuck…Iris..There was no time, and here I was..lying around, letting that weird woman keep putting me down.Looking around, I slowly realized where I was. On a cliff? How come? How did I get here? That weird woman couldn’t have carried me here all alone, right?This was a cliff..had to be. That was one explanation for this much breeze and open space.Grunting, I tried to move around, and I was a bit disappointed to find that I was still bound by wrists and ankles. What was I expecting?I tried to turn around then, and someone’s foot pressed into my back, pushing me back to the ground.“Well, well,” an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind me, cold and rusty, and excited, “look who we have here.”I tried to turn around, to see who had joined us, but the person that had their stinky foot on my back pressed i
Iris’s POV“Where the fuck have you been?”I was jammed in the backseat of the moving car, between a woman who smelled heavily of putrid blood, and the man who had slapped me earlier, my hands and feet still bound very tightly, the ropes cutting into my flesh.I had no idea where we were headed.“Well,” the woman cleared her throat, “is that how you thank me for making this fucking easy for you?”Sighing, the man leaned back in his seat and pulled the woman into his lap.“Unlock the windows, Dante,” he ordered, twisting his nose upwards, “it smells so fucking rotten in here.”Then he turned his attention to the woman in his lap. “I’m sorry, my beautiful Anna,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I was just carried away with all that’s happening, you know. Everything’s happening all at once, and I mean, it’s good. Trust me.”She smiled, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a pack of cigarettes. “Okay..” she murmured, “what do you have to say about my performance?”“I’m duly impressed,
Iris’s POVI’d thought this vile-looking man could be bluffing when he’d insinuated that he had Damon, but from the way his eyes sparkled right now, I feared it wasn’t just an insinuation. He’d meant it.And what was that he said? He wanted me to kill Damon? Why would I do that? Why would he want that? I mean, it was clear now that this man was an enemy of Damon’s, but why would he want me to kill Damon?As I glared up at him, my eyes burning, my heart ramming hard against my chest, I tried to regulate my breathing. Tried to mask the fear that now clouded my senses, making my tongue as heavy as lead.I swallowed hard, wincing from the pain of my hair being pulled right down to the scalp. “You want me to do what?” I demanded, my tone laced with that same fear I tried so hard to mask.Scoffing, he let go of my hair and rose to his feet. “You try to hide it,” he started, “but you seem to be quite distressed by what I’d just said.” He paused, shoving his palms into his pockets and glaring
Zach’s POV“Anna did all of that?”I stood with my back to Dante, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window, the corners of my lips turned up in a satisfactory smile.“Yes, boss,” Dante replied. “We were just on our way to send a message across to Damon Vyon when she called with the information.”Throwing my head back, I let out a small chuckle, clapping my palms dramatically. “She’s a real vixen, isn’t she?” I muttered, shaking my head. “It baffles me, you know, how very alike we seem.”“So,” I continued after a few moments of silence passed, “we have Damon Vyon in our hands right now? Is that truly so?”“Yes, boss,” he replied. “He’s currently at the warehouse we’ve prepared. We await further instructions from you.”“Great,” I murmured, thumbing my beard.I didn’t think it would be so easy to capture Damon Vyon. I’d spent all these years planning, envisioning, dreaming, wishing. Seeing how deadly he was. And now, Anna had pulled it off like it was a fucking walk in the park.I was dul