All Chapters of Vended to Don Damon: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Damon’s POVI jumped on the motorbike that was parked just at the entrance of the junkyard and quickly turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life, I went after the man.After my treasured motorbike had been destroyed by that hit, days ago, I’d purchased a new one.Being on these motorbikes, sent a different kind of power coursing through my veins, rippling like lightning.And it was exactly the power I needed to chase down this bastard.I’d caught him flagging down a taxi just as I got to the entrance, and now, I gave the taxi a hot chase, weaving through the streets and alleyways the taxi took. The man had probably tipped off the taxi driver because he drove like a madman trying to escape his nemesis.Seeing that the taxi was quickly evading me, I powered up the handlebars and sped past the cars and taxis on the street, scaling over a small truck that obstructed the way.Just as we approached an intersection, I geared up the speed limit and sped past the cars in front

Damon’s POV“That Aldo man is a fucking pain in the ass,” Jacob said as he got into the front seat, and I scoffed, jamming my fingers into my pockets.“That’s right.”Jacob had gotten into a little verbal altercation with him back at the traffic control station the other day, over me, and as usual, he had come out victorious, providing enough law evidence that prevented Aldo from taking me into custody. Again.Aldo had been so pissed off, you could see the red, ugly lines on his face as he watched us leave that day.My jaw ticked as I remembered I’d lost potential enemy information that day, alongside a potential enemy.Sighing, I stepped into the backseat of the car that was held open by one of my men, and just then, Gary emerged from the house.I signaled him over just as my phone vibrated in my pocket, and I brought it out to see it was Luca calling.“Yeah?” I said into the phone as I picked up the call.“I’m waiting out front right now,” he rasped into the speaker.“We’ll be right

Damon’s POVI leaned back in my seat, observing Luciano quietly as he spoke.“I believe every single one of us here can attest to what I’m saying,” he continued, looking around the table at them, and then nodded affirmatively.“What sort of threats?” I demanded, sliding my gaze from one man to the other.Sighing, Luciano pushed his fingers through his hair, seemingly agitated by whatever he was about to say.“The other day,” he started, “my pregnant wife found a box in front of the house, not knowing who had kept it there.” He paused, staring right into my eyes. “Guess what was inside that box, Damon.”I stared back at him pointedly, completely clueless.“It was a fucking voodoo doll with a little knife stabbed into the stomach, man!” He said after a while, throwing his hands in the air. “Can you imagine that? Now can you guess how my wife reacted to that? She fucking fainted!”“That’s enough, Luciano,” I said in a gentle voice, seeing how worked up he was already getting. “Take your

Iris’s POVThe classes were brief and very straight to the point today, mostly theoretical, and soon enough, the large alarm clock in the hallway chimed loudly, indicating the end of lectures for the day.I yawned and stretched as everyone around me quickly packed up their bags, heading out, and I cautiously looked around the hall one more time for any signs of Luca. But he was nowhere in sight.He didn’t seem to have shown up today. Again. What was he up to? Had he stopped the cooking lessons? Impossible… He would have said something to me, and he even seemed to have a deep passion for cooking. So he wouldn’t just stop unless something came up…Has something happened? He seemed to be closer to Damon now, so naturally, he would be more susceptible to danger.And Damon hadn’t been home when I woke up this morning.Probably out in his dangerous world again.I’d looked forward to confronting Luca today about how he’d showed up at the house unannounced, and why, and also about what he had

Iris’s POVGary stopped the car in front of a restaurant that glistened very bright, and as I tried to push the door open, he stopped me.“I’ll get the door for you,” he insisted, unclasping his seatbelt. “We don’t know how safe, or dangerous it is on this street.”Sighing, I leaned back in my seat, and seconds later, he pulled the door open and held it as I stepped out of the car.I walked up to the front doors, delicious aromas wafting into my nose, steering up the hunger pangs and teleporting them straight to my mouth, causing me to salivate.The exterior decoration was so aesthetically pleasing, that I wondered if the food would taste as good as the place looked. I’d seen people post on social media about some of the luxury restaurants they visited, and I’d made a mental note to try out one myself.Taking the lead, Gary pushed the doors open for me and led me into the restaurant. As we got in, my eyes scanned the wide space, taking in every beautifully decorated table in the room,