Novels by Odoba Racheal

"I want to leave here. I have a life and I will not be spending my life in the fire walls of this mansion. So please let me out of here." Amara remarked, the tears tingling from the back of her eyes.The man didn't know what to say. Letting her go out was not the problem, she could easily go out and try to escape but there were bigger problems. If she had come here during the day, she probably would have noticed the forest before the mansion.Or realize the amount of traps that were set out to protect the Don, from his enemies who want him dead and those who want to kill him to take over his position in the underworld."It's not safe to miss. You should come in, you can attempt to escape tomorrow but for now, it's already so late." The housekeeper pleaded.Amara was adamant, she refused to move from the door, even if it meant sleeping on the floor.~ Manhattan, New York ~"What do you mean?""What I mean is, the Don adopted the daughter of Mr. Vale and has kept her locked away in the

I have nothing to offer you, I haven't been a bother on your part. I have stayed away from New York, so why?" Amara pressed, demanding to know the truth and the answer for her captivity.Wanting to know what she did to deserve being treated the way she was being treated. Her anger and annoyance made her fail to notice the beauty of the mansion or the house keeper standing at the side.Damien calmly sat down, without saying so much as a word. He watched as she yapped on about being treated badly and how it made her feel. If she considered whatever he was doing now, as being treated badly then as he was in for a lot of surprises."Why are you just staring at me?" Amara asked, realizing she was blabbering on and he was busy just staring at her without saying as much as a word."Sit." Damien ordered calmly, his voice filled with authority.Amara took her sit on the opposite couch, staring at him and wondering what he could possibly want to say to her."You will never again, try to raise

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car.His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time."Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track."Then that means, he is going to kill her? To get revenge for his mother? Would that make a difference?""In the underground, the saying goes, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'. You give out punishment to those who have given punishment, you kill those who have killed and you spare those who are powerless." Draven explained, intrigued by the theory.If Damien

Pulling back from her, he hoisted her up and placed her on his shoulder. His presence here was no longer needed, he didn't host the charity gala, so he didn't need to be here.Amara barely had time to react before she realized she was being carried on Damien's shoulders. Snapping back to reality, Amara hit him with her hands, demanding to be let go."What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Amara muttered, yelling, she hoped she could free herself from his hold.Damien paid deaf ears to her words,climbing down the stairs regardless of her protests, and continued walking, going towards the secret exit to avoid drawing attention to himself."Someone help me! Let me go!" Amara screamed once again, hoping someone would see them leaving and save her.But who was she kidding? No one could stop the Mafia boss from taking whoever he liked, he was the boss for a reason. But she still had to try her luck, she knew she had to."You'd better stop yelling or you'll get yourself spanked and pu

"Hello Kitten, going somewhere?" A deep baritone voice muttered, the voice shimmering with excitement and tension. Amara felt the hair on her back stand, goosebumps forming all over her skin, chills went down her spine, keeping her rotted to the spot she was standing. That voice, that name, only one man called her that.Only one person could make the hair on her body stand and cause chills to form within her soul, she turned around, her eyes filled with horror."Didn't think you could leave without my notice right?" Damien remarked, smirking.Amara felt her throat burn, the anxiety climbing up her chest. How had she failed to pay attention to that voice? That look, the ruthless, dangerous and soul ripping look being given by him."You..." She muttered, gasping alongside talking. It felt as though all the air had been stolen from her lungs and there was nothing left for her to breathe in or out.Damien moved closer, his left hand tucked into his pants. The dim light on the rooftop ma

Draven was one of the under bosses who was known for his ruthless and cunningness, his smile was specially designed to deceive his enemies and make them feel they were two steps ahead.Damien was no fool, he could easily see through the cunning mask on Draven's face and he knew fully well not to trust the man or trust his antics. Damien gave Kelvin a signal, which Kelvin immediately understood."Mr. Draven, please this way. We tailored the lounge area to your taste as specified by your assistant." Kelvin remarked, leading the way up the stairs, he was quickly to throw the Russia boss assistant into the conversation to avoid being picked on.Kelvin unlike most Mafia subordinates was full of life, loved the little things of life, enjoyed doing menial things but was also cunning and blood thirsty. His simple and polished look, gave the impression of him being a fool but he was far from that.Everyone went up the stairs, while Damien soared a glare towards the other stairway. He could not