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What next?

ผู้เขียน: Liy Lah
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-01 23:36:58

DAMIEN’S P.O.V

We were back home. To the old house.

Everything was arranged and fixed to the point it felt like nothing had happened over here.

But, hell….my heart wasn't at rest. Not when the traitors who had dared to play with me were out there roaming.

I sat in my study, the curtains drawn, the amber glow of the lamp as the only source of lightening in the room with a glass of whiskey held high in my hand. I’d lost count of how many I’d poured tonight, but it didn’t matter.

Nothing at this point mattered except for the girl lying in that room down the hall….Tracey.

Her face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way she’d looked when I held her earlier, weak, pale, and clinging to consciousness.

The doctor’s voice echoed in my head. “She’s been through hell. The human mind can only carry so much before it breaks. If she remembers every detail, from days back she won’t survive it, Damien.“ He had relayed and I knew exactly what he meant because this wouldn't be the first time we would do this
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  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Deal

    DAMIEN's P.O.VSkylo lifted his hands in a mock surrender. “Just saying what I see, boss. Don’t bite my head off.”The silence stretched between us. I leaned back in my chair, mind wandering to a few days back.Everyone knew old Marcello was an asshole and I had no choice but to reach out to him for help. Now, I had an unsettled score with him and it was all because of the mysterious son of a bitch. I hissed, lost in thought as I glared at the glass in my hand."what's that, boss?" Skylo frowned like I was talking drunk but, I knew exactly what I was saying. I swirled the glass in my hand, eye drifting up to him. “Found anything about the mysterious Mr. S?" Skylo eyes darkened at the name. I could read his thoughts. He had nothing. no clues. no ideas...“Fucking coward used Tracey as bait,” I muttered. “He knew I’d come for her. he knew I wouldn’t stop until I found her.”Skylo stared at me, eyes cautious. “You realize what you’re admitting, right? You didn’t just go after her bec

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    What next?

    DAMIEN’S P.O.VWe were back home. To the old house.Everything was arranged and fixed to the point it felt like nothing had happened over here.But, hell….my heart wasn't at rest. Not when the traitors who had dared to play with me were out there roaming.I sat in my study, the curtains drawn, the amber glow of the lamp as the only source of lightening in the room with a glass of whiskey held high in my hand. I’d lost count of how many I’d poured tonight, but it didn’t matter. Nothing at this point mattered except for the girl lying in that room down the hall….Tracey.Her face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way she’d looked when I held her earlier, weak, pale, and clinging to consciousness.The doctor’s voice echoed in my head. “She’s been through hell. The human mind can only carry so much before it breaks. If she remembers every detail, from days back she won’t survive it, Damien.“ He had relayed and I knew exactly what he meant because this wouldn't be the first time we would do this

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Hallucinations

    TRACEY’S P.O.VI stared at him, my mind spinning. “Damien…” My voice was small, broken, but demanding something I couldn’t even name. “Why.....Why would you...”He didn’t let me finish when he simply moved into his wheel without a single jump and wheeled away, slamming shut.My chest tightened. “Damien...” I whispered to myself, but he was already gone, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions.I sighed, sitting upright, replaying his words in my head. Was he really being honest about his feelings for me? or was this his ego trying to play a trick. I blinked, confusion striking when I felt a sharp pain in my head.“Ouchhhhh” I yelled out in pain, shutting my eyes. With my eyes shut, and despite the pain, I could see a blurry figure of him standing close , before everything went black. I swore I’d seen him upright, moving , not the Damien bound to that chair.Or was it all in my head?The more I tried to piece it together, the more my temples pounded. The memories slipped through taunti

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Obsession or Love?

    TRACEY’S P.O.V His lips were still on mine when my mind finally caught up with what was happening. Damien Russo was kissing me. Not out of pity, not out of some forced circumstance, but because he wanted to. I froze, eyes shut, indulging the taste of his lips to linger onto mine for longer. My heart beat was so loud it drowned out every bit of my rational thought. His mouth moved with a heat I wasn’t ready for, a hunger that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. By the time he pulled back, my lips were trembling, and I was short of breath. My eyes were still shut but, I knew his forehead was still rested against mine, and not for once, did he look away. “That’s your answer,” I finally hear him say. I blinked at him, opening my eyes with a stunned expression plastered across my face. My throat felt dry, words fighting to leave but stumbling out clumsy. “You… you kissed me.” I managed to mutter but he simply smirked slightly at my words, his eyes still not leaving mine even

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    I Deserve To Know The Truth

    TRACEY’S P.O.VMy lashes fluttered open slowly, the room coming into focus. The first thing I felt was the heaviness in my head, like I had been dragged through a hell and dropped back into my bodyFor a split second, my chest tightened as I stared blankly to the wall in front of me, trying to figure out where I was and how I landed here.This wasn’t Ryan’s place. It didn't look any bit like it…I could remember this place clearly. Despite, the walls looked brighter like it had newly been repainted, the familiar air around was enough for me to tell I was back at Damien's.“Wait! That means Damien…” I stopped thinking halfway. Was he back? Why was I here? Where is everybody? I tried to sit upright but my body felt really weak like my limbs had forgotten how to move in days.I tried to pull the last few days together, to piece them back in order, but the harder I pushed my mind, the more my head throbbed. It was like I was driving into a dead end of imagination. Eventually, I gave up.I

  • A NEW PET FOR THE MAFIA KING    Found Her

    DAMIEN'S P.O.VWe split immediately into two ransacking across every corner of this place that looked isolated. Skylo checked closets, cracks, and even floors while I went for the radiator, checking beneath. My hand brushed something and I dug in further. I pulled out a small envelope, “What could this be?“ I furrowed opening as fast as I could.Inside was a polaroid of Tracey. She had her face stared up at the camera, her face swollen from crying, hair messy. The Polaroid was taken close-up and in the corner was a shadow of a man’s coat.On the back was a short note “Not here. Move to 8B at first light. I hope you're enjoying the game“ I gritted my teeth, squeezing the pocture in my hand, my veins popping out in frustration.That bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing feeding us breadcrumbs. M was my old enemy—Marcello. The same man who had led us here. Skylo’s voice cut through and my attention shifted back to him.“Boss…the door has been tampered with. Look.” He pointed to th

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