Novelas de Diana Abi

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.I not only wanted him. I needed him, in a way that felt both reckless and intoxicating. The world around us faded, the laughter and music mere whispers against the roar of my longing. My mind raced, chugged between reading and the magnetic pull of his dark allure.“Don't you dare deny it.” He said, inching closer, his breath warm against my skin. He pulled his fingers out of me and then pushed them back in with one hard thrust. I moaned against his lips. “I know you crave this just as much as I do.”A shiver ran down my spine and I fought against the urge to surrender completely but deep down, a part of me knew that this crazy reckless moment was exactly what I wanted. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of wanting a man like him, it was a rush I couldn't resist.With trembling hands, I unbuckled his belt, anticipation building with each moment. He watched me, his gaze hungry as I slid my hand inside his jeans, feeling the heat of him against my palm.He pulled his finge

Iris's Pov.I grinned, my heart suddenly racing as his words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My forehead lowered to his and for a moment I was lost in the electric pull between us. The world seemed to pause as I absorbed what he had just said. Those three simple words that sent a wave of joy flooded through me.I love you.It was so raw, so unexpected, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I felt like everything was as it was meant to be.My smile grew wider and I couldn't help the surge of happiness that made my chest feel light, as though I was floating.“But just so you know,” He said, his eyes twinkling in the light. “I've also had a crush on you since the summer you turned fifteen.”“What?” I blushed, lowering my gaze.He laughed as he nodded, a warm genuine sound that spread between us.It was hard to believe Xander had a crush on me too, because back then, he always acted like I was invisible and didn't exist. But I guess some people are just destined to be wit

Iris’s PovLater that evening, my father arrived home. I didn't want to voice it out loud but I knew he had been with Xander. I knew deep down he also had something to do with Horace's death but how do you address such a topic with your father?I rushed over to hug him and I couldn't help but look over his shoulders, just by instinct.“He's waiting for you outside.” My dad said, his voice surprisingly soft. His expression was warm, which caught me off guard.“Go.” My father urged when I just stood there, his tone firm but calm, a subtle nod accompanying his words. “I'll speak with him soon.”I nodded, hugging my parents one last time before rushing to the front door of the house.The chilling air outside immediately wrapped around me but it was nothing compared to the warmth I felt when I spotted his car parked at the end of the driveway.My heart fluttered as I saw Xander standing in front of it, waiting, his stance slightly tense as if something was weighing heavily on him. Yet when

Xander's POV.My eyes twisted to Michael Paige and I saw the twisted smile on his face, a grin that could've been mistaken for pride. He slapped me on the back, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary. There was something in his gaze, something almost...approving. As if he'd been waiting for me to prove myself in some way.“I think it's time we get out of here,” Angelo said, his voice cutting through the moment, drawing me back to reality. He stood across the room, still keeping the remaining partners of my father pinned to their seats. Fear had turned their faces pale, their eyes wide with terror, unable to move.I glanced at my father's lifeless body one last time, disfigured and crumpled up on the table, his face a mask of agony, his blood staining the floor.They were all the same. Monsters who took from others without hesitation, without remorse. And though I felt no desire to spill more blood, I knew that I had to. These men didn't deserve to breathe. They don't dese

Xander's POV.“You're a terrible man,” I said. “A terrible father and a terrible husband. Now, I wonder if your wife preferred to fuck my young dick to yours because you have no respect for women. You never have. You've done unthinkable things to your wife to satisfy your sick brain.”Horace's eyes widened in shock at my words and he seemed to be the only one who was shocked. It's either that Michael and Angelo already knew or they just didn't care. As for Isabella, she didn't seem to care that I just revealed her secret. Horace was going to die anyway.“You whore—” Horace started but I shut him up with a punch to his jaw.“You also created me, Horace,” I said, my voice a whisper, laced with venom as I approached him slowly, savoring the moment, tilting my head to the side like the psychopath I was. “And my brain? My brain is just as sick as yours.”I snapped my fingers and Michael Paige's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. His hands were on Horace's neck in an instant, dragging him up

Xander's POV.Horace's party was ruined. His whores were gone, his guards dead.It was just us now, and his wife sitting motionless on the far couch. Her eyes were blank, her expression empty, like a woman who had long given up on feeling anything. She'd been forced to sit here humiliated, watching him degrade her and fuck other women to please his twisted mind. For a moment, I felt sorry for her. She might've been a pervert back then but that doesn't mean she deserved to be treated this way.Michael stepped forward. “Horace King. Did you miss me, old friend?”Horace's eyes flicked between mine and Michael's, his eyes wide with disbelief as if he couldn't comprehend the nightmare unfolding before him. And maybe he couldn't. Maybe this was the reckoning he had been avoiding, the moment he never saw coming.The bastard who got shot in his balls kept yelling, panicked, his voice growing shrill. It was very annoying.I glanced at Angelo and he nodded. A second later, the sharp crack of a