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Vended to Don Damon The dungeon
Iris’s POVThe fear had just started to morph into instant shock, and I wasn’t even given a chance to catch my breath before I felt a rough hand close around my arm and pull me forcefully to my feet. My eyes flew open at the same time, to see one of the men pulling me into his arms.The one with the scar across his left eye.Wait a minute, what just happened? How had they gotten to me so fast?The last thing I remembered, which I’m sure only happened a few nanoseconds ago, was that deadly black mamba rising on its belly and staring me dead in the eyes. Baring its poisonous fangs.I was very sure it had almost bitten me too. I mean, that was why I had screamed, right? The sight of the snake had scared me to the core, and I had let my guard down.“Let me go!” I screamed as the perverse man threw me against his pudgy body. I felt even more disgusted as he rubbed his lower body against my arse.“Stay still, will ya?” The man purred in my ear, shoving my hair away from my face. “Where do y
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Fu*k Iris
Iris’s POVAlthough I didn’t want to admit it to myself, the dungeon was the perfect prison for a slave girl who was desperately seeking to escape. It was a dark, smelly, large room, the walls designed with splashes of red and claw-like designs—sometimes I fear that these splashes of red might be the blood of actual humans, and I get spooked—just how evil were these people? How many people have they tortured here? Will they do that to me too?The first day of being locked up in the dungeon went by very slowly—at first, I screamed until my throat dried up, then I cried and cried, then I thought about my actual parents and where the hell on earth they were. Towards the end of the first day, I just stared into space, mute and sad, as it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t getting any food. It wasn’t even like I had an appetite for food.The same routine was repeated on the second and third day, and throughout my first week being locked up in this Godforsaken place.I slowly started to los
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Locked up
Iris’s POVThe sound of Julian’s slow and heavy footsteps, as they came down the steps leading to the dungeon, collided with the sound of my erratically beating heart.The man hadn’t shown his face around here for days. What did he want now?“Mary, pray tell, what are you doing down here?” Julian said, his voice laced with amusement and mockery. I could smell Mary’s fear, even from here. “W-well uhm,” Mary stuttered, words failing her. “Cat got your tongue, eh?” Julian probed. “I-I was just concerned about the girl, sir.”“And who says you can be concerned about her?”“She’s the Don’s girl, and-““Mary,” Julian interrupted her ramble, “if you don’t scream from here right now, your son Jesus would hate what I would do to you.” “You hear me?” he barked, and the sounds of Mary’s scurrying footsteps followed almost immediately. After a while of deafening, uncomfortable silence, Julian cleared his throat. “Open up. I wanna see her.”“C’mon now, Julian. Let the girl be,” the guard outs
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Let your guard down
Damon’s POVThe manor was unusually eery and quiet as I turned off the engine of my black Griffin Marauder. I smoothed the wheel—this car was a treasure I had inherited from my grandfather—and I sat there in my treasured baby, stroking my beard. Even now, I was stalling to go into my own house. A place that had offered me so much solace. Because of her. Iris.What the hell? I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew deep down that I was slowly getting obsessed. If this wasn't an obsession, then what?I sighed, very much frustrated. I haven’t seen her for over two weeks now. What would she look like now? How would she react when she sees me? Forcing the whirling thoughts of Iris away from my mind, I got out of the car and made my way to the manor. I was going to see her soon, anyway. There was no need to torment myself any further. Ryder came scurrying as soon as I walked through the front door. “Welcome, sir,” he greeted, with a slight bow of his head. “I’ve told you to drop the hon
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Perfect timing
Iris’s POVI cried so much afterward, snot and all. Damon had just killed a man in my presence, but I was more pissed that he had decided to show his face just as I was almost raped. Perfect timing, they say. Somehow, and to my surprise, he just let me cry and pour out my emotions, frustrations, and anger, without interfering. Instead, he went about his own business. Amidst my tears, I could hear him barking orders to his men on the phone, to come and extract the bodies from the room. The bodies. I was in a room with two dead bodies, and their murderers. Insane, don’t you think? I’m just some church girl, you know. Getting involved in crime is wild. “Make sure you come with all the necessary equipment to clean this up,” Damon said, scrunching up his nose. “I don’t need this blood on my floors and walls. It’s nauseating.”I observed him as he spoke, my eyes scaling the planes of his body. I don’t know what a great body is, but I think this is what it should look like. My eyes st
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Intruder
Damon’s POVI watched as the doctor cleaned my shoulder injury and replaced the bandage with a new one.“You should take it easy, and relax, Damon. There shouldn’t even be any form of strain on this shoulder, I told you,” the doc scolded, packing up his medical tools. I took a long drag of the Cuban cigar in between my fingers and puffed out the smoke in his face. “I can’t just sit around and do nothing because of a shoulder injury, doc. You know that.”The doctor shook his head, waving the smoke away. “It’s unlike you to act this way, though,” he said suddenly, and my eyes snapped up to look at him. “What do you mean?”“I mean, you’re usually so in control. You keep your emotions in check, no matter the situation. I’m surprised you offered Julian without thinking.”“If you’re done here, you should leave,” I said after a long while, getting to my feet and striding out of the room in just gray sweatpants. I was getting worked up and irritated, because the doctor was in fact, very ri
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13Vended to Don Damon Not welcome
Damon’s POVI approached the front door slowly and cautiously, reaching my back pocket for the small handgun I usually carried around. I couldn’t tell who was at the door, so I had to be cautious. The doorbell dinged again, and I tapped the view button on the biometric door screen.A wave of relief washed over me when a familiar face filled the screen, and I felt my muscles start to relax. Thank goodness it wasn’t the apps—then I felt a sudden kick in my guts. But what was she doing here?As if on cue, the doorbell rang again, and her voice came next. “Open up, Damon! I know you’re in there.”I groaned, feeling a sudden wave of anger, as I opened the door. “What are you doing here?” I queried, my furrowed brows and creased forehead showing her just how displeased I was about her sudden appearance.But, Alina being Alina, she just swept past me, into the manor, blatantly ignoring me, and my question. “Ouu, what a magnifique place you’ve got here,” she crooned, her eyes jumping from o
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-14Vended to Don Damon Club x
Damon’s POV The Griffin Marauder rolled to a stop in front of Club X, the infamous hottest, and most dangerous club in New York. It was where any, and everything went down, from drug dealing, to prostitution, to gambling. It was the heart of New York’s crime underworld, and I owned this fucking place. It was not just one of the very many businesses I owned; it was the most successful, and deadliest. I stepped out of the car, adjusting my pitch-dark suit jacket as my eyes roamed around the vicinity of the club. There were girls, and women, littered on every corner, calling out to the staggering men who passed them on their way to the entrance of the club. “You’re sure he’s in there?” I asked Marcus, who had rounded the car and was standing beside me now. “Yes, boss. I confirmed the intel.” I nodded and started to make my way to the entrance, ignoring the desperate voices of the sex workers. “Hey, sweetie,” one of the voices stood out, louder and clearer, “I can show you w
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-14
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Vended to Don Damon Epilogue
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
Vended to Don Damon The girl of my dreams
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
Vended to Don Damon I love you
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
Vended to Don Damon Shoot him
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
Vended to Don Damon Scar
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
Vended to Don Damon On the cliff
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
Vended to Don Damon Long awaited day
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,
Vended to Don Damon A sight to behold
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
Vended to Don Damon Real vixen
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
