DAMIEN’S P.O.V.I don’t know if sending Tracey to College was a good idea, but I was hoping it was.Knowing how bratty she is, it wouldn't take much for her mess the only chance I had given to her.One slip-up from her and she's getting locked back into the room like she was meant to be.The door to my office snaps open with a soft creak, like it knows it’s about to welcome a disturbance and Skylo walks in, airing his usual lazy confidence with every step he took.I don’t look up from my desk. “You dropped her off already?”The question slips out before I can stop it. Fuck.I already regret asking. Because I know this idiot. I know he’ll twist my words and shove them right back down my throat.“Damn, Boss. You didn’t even say good morning,” Skylo says, grinning like a man with no responsibilities. “Yeah, I dropped her off." He plops into the damn chair across from me, sprawling his legs wide.I glared at him, used to his annoying behavior “How’s she fending?” I blurted and his smirk
TRACEY’S P.O.V.I tapped my pen against the desk, staring blankly at the paperwork in front of me. I should be reading through it, but my mind is elsewhere—stuck on the insane fact that I'm actually going back to school.A real college. The thought alone sounds so unbelievable, even to my own ears.I’ve spent so long believing this would never happen. That college was just some far-fetched dream—one that people like me didn’t get to have…And yet, here I am.Lost in my thoughts, I don’t even notice the stupid grin creeping onto my face until a crumpled-up paper smacks me in the forehead…“You’re smiling like an idiot.”I blink, snapping back to reality as Skylo smirks at me from across the room, lounging lazily in his chair..“I wasn’t smiling.” I roll my eyes, shoving the paper away, annoyed.He doesn’t believe me for a second. “You were. It was weird. Thought you were having a stroke or something.”I grab the nearest file and pretend to read it, not dignifying him with a response.“
ANN’S P.O.VMy legs were shaking so badly, I nearly collapsed the second the office door slammed shut behind me. My hands were still at my throat, where his fingers had been just seconds ago — bruises already stinging from his sharp fingers clutch, I could even feel the taste of blood in my mouth.Right now, I was scared beyond wits. I leaned against the hallway wall, choking back a sob. I couldn’t cry. Not here. Not when Damien might still be watching.God, he had almost killed me.No no. Boss actually wanted to kill me.And if I hadn’t blurted Deigo’s name right on track, I knew I would be dead by now.When he heard I was working for Dante, his face contoured into a sick expression and then he said “You just got promoted,” with a smirk which wasn't enough to know if he was actually joking or not .I took in a deep sigh wondering if I had done the right thing.But, I also couldn'm't afford to let him know the damn truth. Not when I didn't know it either.I clutched my sides, stumbl
DAMIEN’S P.O.VI headed back into my room. Talking to Tracey sometimes was draining as hell and I was on verge of losing the little thin thread of patience I had left.But what I didn't expect was to see a fucking sneak around my desk.The moment I saw her, my entire fucking world tilted.Ann was fucking snooping through my desk. My fucking desk.She didn’t hear me come in—too busy rifling through my documents, her fingers skimming over confidential files she had no damn business touching.My blood went cold and I felt my head almost blow out of anger.I had been searching for the snake in my den for weeks, and here she was, slithering right in front of me, completely unaware that her time had just fucking run out.“Che cazzo stai facendo qui?” (What the fuck are you doing here?) I snapped loudly, My voice was sharp and cold enough to break even the strongest heart.Ann flared up in shock, knocking over a stack of papers in her rush to turn around. The second her wide, guilty eyes me
TRACEY'S P.O.VNoon.This fucker Damien gave me till fucking noon like this was some mafia Hunger Games bullshit and I had to pick between staying his prisoner or gambling with whatever sadistic “conditions” he had cooked up for school.“I don’t need till noon,” I said to him, swallowing the bitter lump in my throat. “I’m in.” I blurted watching as his face twitched into a wide smirk.I can see the amusement in his eyes. I can see the bastard was probably enjoying this—taunting every bit of me and I hated myself for not having the balls of another choice.“Desperation looks good on you,” he grunted, leaning back in his chair, looking smug as hell. “But—.” he paused, his eyes fixed at me.My emotions swirl at his gaze and it felt like he had control over the goddamn oxygen I was breathing."But what?" I manage to ask, evading my gaze from his for a second."You still have until noon." He hammered and I'm left confused. Why the hell was he insisting until noon? what was special about
Sushi's P.O.V“You don't want to keep quiet when I ask you a question.” He reminded with measured tone, snapping me back to reality I smiled, dropping the spoon on my hand and staring at him. “Good Piccola.“ He kept a straight face.“Skylo mentioned about you wanting to go back to school?“ He repeated, raising a brow at me.“Skylo,” I gritted my teeth unable to stand the fact that he set me up for a trap. How could he have mentioned such to Damien, Yes, the thought of returning to school was stuck into my head ever since Skylo had mentioned it, but, there was no way the man in front of me would agree to my demand if he thinks it was a suggestion from me.“I'm running out of time.“ He reminded and I open my mouth to speak.“Yes. I'd like to return back to school.“ I said calmly, studying his face for any hint of mockery which I found almost immediately.“And you think I'd let you??.” He smirks at me. “Who gave you the right to demand to go back to school.“It’s not a demand.” I blu