All Chapters of Vended to Don Damon: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Damon’s POVI slammed the door shut and adjusted my jacket, my eyes immediately trailing to Iris’s window.She should be home by now, right?Gary had called earlier with a report on how she’d abducted the car, together with the other woman—her name was forbidden in my thoughts and on my lips.“You can go,” I said to Marcus, who curtsied slightly and bolted.Taking deep and slow breaths, I strode into the house.“Welcome, sir,” Ryder greeted as soon as I stepped through the main doors, scurrying to take my jacket, and I rolled my eyes upwards, wondering if he was ever going to drop the honorifics.I was honestly tired of being referred to as a sir, by a man that was certainly twice my age.“Where’s Iris?” I asked, moving towards the liquor cabinet.I needed a drink, and badly.“Upstairs, in her room,” Ryder replied, trudging behind me.I nodded, reaching for a glass cup, and just as I uncorked the bottle of liquor I’d picked out, someone snatched it from my fingers. To my surprise, I w

Damon’s POV“W-what?” She stuttered, a deep frown tainting her beautiful features. “Why?”I shrugged, trying to ease the heavyweight that pushed down on my chest, taking me back to those very dark times.Why was all this happening at the same time? Why had that woman shown up now? All these emotional nuances were the only distractions I didn’t need at this point.I was too busy for them.“Like I said,” I replied, clearing my throat, “it’s a long and sad story I don’t want to get into right now.” She looked offended, more disappointed, and I was forced to add a few more words. “The details are sorta provoking, trust me.”“How did you get separated from her?” She pushed on, unwilling to let the matter rest, and I waved my hand dismissively.“All that isn’t important right now, Iris,” I insisted, watching her carefully. “But the bottom line is, she never cared to look for me after we got separated, never came for me. And even when I went to look for her, she sent me away in the coldest w

Damon’s POV I’d gotten the second-greatest shock of my life, just minutes ago. The first had been on that day, twenty years ago, when my mother had turned me away from her.And now, Iris has shocked me too.What was it with the women closest to my heart and throwing me off guard?My little petal. How long has it been since I’d called her that? I couldn’t remember.She hugged me. She’d circled her arms around me, deeply healing a scar I thought would never go away. Or did she reopen the scar instead? I felt a burning sensation on my hidden injuries as she’d hugged me back, so I wasn’t sure if it was healing, or reopening. I was just very certain of one thing. I needed that hug more than anything else in this world.I couldn’t deny the fact that she’d surprised me, because she’d always given me the impression that she despised me so much, with every fiber in her being. But I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. I am even more confused now.I’d voiced my concern, asking if this meant s

Damon’s POVI couldn’t describe perfectly, the wave of panic that washed down my veins as I spotted the trickle of blood on her leg, and before she could say a word, I picked her up in my arms and bolted up to her room, shouting out instructions to Mary to get the doctor.How could she be so careless?Getting to the door of her room, I kicked it open and carried her inside, gently setting her down on the bed.“I’m fine,” she argued, trying to push me away as I tore a small fraction of my shirt and tied it around her leg.“Stay still,” I grumbled out, nudging her back into the bed as I settled in next to her. “The cut might be little, but you’re consistently losing blood.”“But it’s not enough reason to get a doctor,” she argued, a frown tainting her features. “We could just—“A knock sounded on the door just then, cutting off her words, and I snapped my gaze up to the door, hoping that the doctor had somehow arrived by magic already. And silently hoping that it wasn’t Luca.I’d slamme

Zach’s POVIt was already two days after I’d encountered Damon at the hospital, and I was still brimming with pure white rage.“Pass me the bottle, Anna.”I was tapping my foot restlessly against the floor, agitation coursing through my veins.She stared at me for a long moment, and when she didn’t make a move, I turned to glare at her.“The bottle, Anna!”Sighing, she picked up her glass and took a sip from it, then set it down and picked up the bottle, moving towards me.She set down the bottle on the table in front of me, moving behind me and placing her palms on my shoulders. “I’ve told you not to raise your voice at me, Zach,” she said, her tone rigid. Then she leaned into me and brushed my hair away from my ears.“But I’ll let it slide today,” she whispered in my ear, her fingers working on my shoulders, “because you look so agitated already.”I sighed, uncorking the bottle and pouring the brown-colored whiskey into the glass cup.“Tell me,” she continued, kneading my shoulders