Semua Bab Vended to Don Damon: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Iris’s POV“Wha-What’s this?”I stared mouth agape at the sleek engine in front of me. I blinked twice, trying to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.I opened my eyes again to see the same shiny black motorbike sitting pretty—no, handsome, on the terrace of the huge department store.Damon scoffed as he brushed past me and started to unlock the helmets attached to the handlebars. “What do you think?” he asked, side-eyeing me as he handed me one of the helmets. “My new baby, that’s what.”“Woah.” The exclamation of amazement was already out before I could stop it, and I clapped my palm over my mouth.“That was the same reaction I had when I first saw her,” he said, running his fingers over the sleek body of the motorbike. “Such a beauty, this one.”I stared at the helmet in curiosity. “What do you want me to do with this?”“What else? Get on. We’re going for a ride.”My jaw hit the ground. “W-What?” A ride in this? Holy shit.My inner child wanted to jump around in glee, but I was forced to com

Iris’s POVHe held the door open for me, his silver-gray eyes burning me to a melting point.Taking deep breaths, I gingerly stepped into the car, averting my eyes from his face. Then he half-printed to the driver’s seat and got in.I cocked my brows at him. “You’re driving?”He glanced at me. “What? Is that strange?”I shrugged. “I’ve just never seen you do it before.”He scoffed and turned the key in the ignition. “I wanna drive you today.” Then he wiggled his brows. “I hope that’s okay..”“It’s not like I have a say,” I retorted, throwing my face away in a silent plea to be left alone.He took the cue and focused on the wheel, then slowly backed away from the manor, unto the tarred street. The overhead roof whirled open and I glanced up at the opening, loving the rush of the wind on my face.But the downside to this slapped me in the face the next minute.My hair tumbled across my face in a whirlpool, and he quickly stepped on the brakes. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, reaching out to my

Iris’s POV I watched the artificially beautiful woman bounce her enormous boobs in the air as she approached us, smiling and waving at us—well Damon. I felt the same dark and suffocating airtightness I had felt the first time I saw her, starting low and slow in my chest, then firing up to a huge bomb. It was much worse this time, and I couldn’t tell what it was. But I know what it felt like. Green. I stole a glance at Damon, and he had a sort of peeved expression in his eyes as he watched her come towards us. She got to where we stood, panting. “Damon, it’s good to see you. You look…” she paused, sweeping her gaze from his mass of wavy curls to his shiny black chinos, “really good,” she finished, then took a sip of the wine in her hand, still observing him from the rim of the glass cup. We all stood around in awkward silence for a while, then Damon cleared his throat loudly. “It’s nice to see you too, Alina.” Then he grabbed my wrist and made me move around her. We hadn’t moved

CHAPTER 52Iris’s POVIt was fun doing this with him. This dance. He seemed so much like a child as he gleefully jumped on his feet, deeply immersed in the moment. I had never seen this side of him before, and I wondered why it had been locked away. At this moment, he was a pleasant sight to behold.“Why aren’t you dancing?” He asked, his brows furrowing. “See, I’m doing it just like you said I should.”Just then, the music stopped and a slower music came on, something that sounded really…emotional. That was the word.I looked around me at the guests that had paired up already, breathing down each other’s faces, hand-in-hand, swaying their bodies to the slow rhythm. I suddenly felt Damon’s eyes on my face, and I cleared my throat awkwardly, wringing my hands together in front of me. Wordlessly, he closed the little gap between us and took my hands. I didn’t hesitate, or struggle, partly because I knew it’d be of no use, and the other part

Damon’s POVWe soon realized that the doors were locked. From outside.What the hell?Whoever had locked us in wanted us all to die of suffocation.And what was this pouring from the sprinklers? Smelt so bad, like pigs' blood.The line connected and I slammed the phone against my ear. “Where are you?”I listened to the voice on the other end, my blood boiling, my jaw working.“Send some of the boys over here. We’ve been locked in. Looks like the Russians are here,” I ordered and cut off the line.I hooked the phone in my belt and pulled out a Glock from my waist holster, dragging Iris behind me. I was consumed by a blinding rage now, the smoke pouring into my lungs. How long did I have before I passed out? How long could I withstand this? These bloody Russians had just grated on my nerves. Putting my fiery doll in harm’s way.“Move out of the way,” I growled in controlled rage as I pushed through the crowd of guests to the front door. Then I spun on my heels to face every single panic