Novels by awotulajames4

The next morning Luca woke up to the burning gaze of Damian who sat a few feet away from the bed on a chair that definitely wasn't there yesterday."Are you watching me sleep?" Luca asked, his words a gentle slur."What does it look like?" Damian replied, his voice dry as he responded.Luca didn't know how to respond, He was still a little asleep to be truthful but he forced himself off the bed and walked to the window, the sunlight bathed his face and for the first time he was able to see it, the city this building overlooked in all it's tainted beauty."Beautiful." The words escaped his mouth before he could think and he immediately regretted it."You'll get tired of it." Damian said coldly as he placed a grey suit on the bed."You're heading out?""We." He corrected as he turned his back and went back into what Luca assumed was his closet, He followed him and was immediately blown away by the size of the space, Closet wouldn't do justice to the space he found himself in as it had m

“You didn’t seem to mind when I pulled the trigger.”“I was in shock.”Damian set the glass down, slow and deliberate. “You were not.”Luca’s breath hitched.Damian stepped closer, stalking him like a panther. “You’re angry. That’s good. I need you to be angry. But don’t lie to me.”He pressed his hand to Luca’s chest. Right over his heart.“You wanted that man to die. And I made it happen.”“You’re insane,” Luca whispered.“I’m efficient.”“You killed someone like it meant nothing.”Damian leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Luca’s ear.“You think this world has space for mercy?”He handed Luca a matte black pistol.Luca stared at it like it might explode.“What am I supposed to do with this?”“Use it,” Damian said. “Or keep being prey.”Luca swallowed.“This was my brother’s life?” he asked. “Deals, blood, secrets?”Damian’s eyes darkened. He just stepped close again. “You want revenge? Then step into my world fully. Stop pretending you’re clean.”There was a long pause. Luca’s fi

Marchello grinned. “I do alright. Made a nice deal this week. Big shipment coming in. You should see the crates.”Damian turned his head slightly. One nod. Just a single nod toward his assistant, who stood discreetly in the back.Thirty seconds later, Marchello’s phone buzzed.He pulled it out, blinked. Blinked again. Then his smile faltered.He swiped his screen. His eyes widened. “What the—”Another buzz.And then another.Marchello’s face went pale.“No… That’s impossible. You can’t—” He looked at Damian, frantic now. “You didn’t.”Damian stood, drink in hand, not spilling a drop. “Your entire shipment is being held at customs under an anonymous tip for human trafficking. You’ll be lucky if you get out of this building without losing everything.”“You son of a bitch—”“Oh,” Damian added, glancing at his phone. “Also… your offshore accounts are frozen. Wire fraud. Someone tipped the banks. I wonder who.”Marchello backed away, stammering, eyes darting around the room. He looked like

“You disappoint me,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “You have zero patience, I was able to easily maneuver you.”“You’re just much more skilled than me. What was the point of asking me to stab you?!” I snarled.“I wanted to see if you were capable of more than rage.”He released me, stepping back.I rolled onto my back, chest heaving, every inch of me pulsing with adrenaline and humiliation.“I really didn’t kill your brother, Luca.”I froze.Then my eyes narrowed. “Liar.”“I’m not lying. In fact, in this current situation there’s absolutely no need for me to lie. Don’t you think so? he said, quieter now. A beat passed. My hands were shaking.“Then how did I get a letter written with my brothers blood that you killed him?”“Well,” he said. “Things like that could be easily faked…forged.”Damian crouched beside the bed, leveling his gaze with mine. It wasn’t pity in his eyes. “Matteo trusted the wrong people,” he said. “He thought he was untouchable. But someone wanted

I stared at him. “I’d rather die.”“You won’t. Because you want answers. And I’m the only man who can give them to you.”I laughed in a mocking way.“You’re delusional.”He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear.“No, Luca. I’m patient.”“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered. “That’s what makes it so interesting.”Then he slid off me with lethal grace and headed for the door.But just before he disappeared, he looked back, eyes burning through the dark.“Let it sink in, Luca. Your rage. Your grief. Your guilt. Sit with it. Sleep in it. Feel it. You’ll need it all.”He opened the door.“I’ll be back when you’re ready to make a deal.”The door shut with a soft click.And I was alone.I stared at the door long after it closed. Not because I feared what would happen next. But because I feared what I might become if I stayed.Morning arrived slowly, bleeding gray light through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a knife dragging through gauze.I hadn’t slept all night. How could I? I was chai

They said revenge was a dish best served cold.But I liked my vengeance served hot, scorching, screaming, and delivered with a bullet to the skull.That was the plan, at least.Until I ended up cuffed to a silk-draped bed in my enemy’s penthouse, half-naked, and utterly at his mercy.Several hours earlier….The rain fell in sheets, drowning the city in a cold, merciless haze. Every drop felt like a warning. Like the sky itself wanted to stop me.By the time I reached the gates of La Fortezza, Damian Moretti’s skyscraper-fortress, my clothes were soaked and my nerves wired tight. The tower stood like a loaded gun pointed at the center of Europe, its black-glass skin hiding the rot beneath. You didn’t walk in unless you were invited… or you didn’t plan to walk out.I had only one purpose.I was going to kill Damian Moretti. To avenge my brother. I’d waited too long, planning and grieving until this day. I wanted his blood on my hands like Matteo’s had been on his.Security cameras were