MasukWE’RE JUST PARTNERS?LAURA“Can I have your boots, ma’am?”I jolted at the sound. My mind had been too fucked up by everything going on. Damon was the Don, and he definitely kept to his words. If all of these were true, by tomorrow I’d be debt-free and my mum safe. I’d be completely trapped in this huge house, and I most certainly would have that huge and only cock I’d ever seen inside me. No, in his words, I’d beg to have it inside me.But somehow, none of those thoughts lingered in my head like the multiple scars and stitches on his bare chest. What kind of life could a man lead to turn him into a walking Chucky doll?“Oh, I’m sorry,” I responded, taking off my boots. “Just tell me where to keep ’em.”“Oh no, you shouldn’t,” she argued, snatching the boots from my hands.“T-thank you,” I stammered, wondering why she did that. It just didn’t feel right handing my shoes to her. I was her age. She clearly didn’t look any older than I was.“Let me show you to your room.”I nodded, afrai
CHEESE IN A TRAPDAMONWe'd spent all day tracking every possible site in Russia. I'd called every important connection I had. Still nothing. The shipment was nowhere to be found.I cussed under my breath. I wished the man would simply let me pay him back, but I knew better. He wanted his shipment, and he wanted it found. It had to be found. Ammunition left too many traces behind, especially an entire cargo with untouched serial numbers. The man wasn't a good one, but that didn't mean I wanted those weapons falling into worse hands. Still, that didn't give him the right to fucking tail me. For days.My car eased toward the front of my twenty foot high black iron gate, set between two limestone walls."Wait," I ordered the driver.I pulled out my phone and called the client. A few seconds into the call, I realized it wasn't him who had me followed. Then who the fuck was it?I stepped out of the car. With my hands buried in my pockets, I approached the dark tinted car. The moment they n
BEFORE THE FIRST ENCOUNTERDAMONI rolled my tinted car window down a bit from across the street.The houses were leaned into each other, with screen doors that almost overlapped into each other for support and wouldn’t bolt. From my car, I watched as they tossed her properties, old box by old box, hard onto the dirty concrete floors that looked like they’d never been swept.The junkie had worked for years with me, and the best she could afford was this?She itched her skin as she continued trying to hold on to the bags, hoping to reduce their impact on the floor.“I told you we’d pay. I’m coming into some money,” she explained to a grumpy old man who appeared to be the house owner. “I promise,” she pleaded futilely.I scoffed.She sure as hell was, after snitching on me.And hell, she’d snort it all on cocaine before she’d pay that rent.“She used to be a ball of light, that one…” Michael said from the driver seat.“Well, she’d be a literal star if she doesn’t tell me where my stolen
DAMONTwenty hours had passed since she fainted in my arms. Maybe I frightened her too much. A part of my chest tingled at the realization that I might’ve pushed my girl into the arms of another monstrous man.My girl…I said it again as I brushed weak strands of hair off her face. I would’ve loved to show her the finger I took from his hands, to reassure her that I meant what I said. But I knew better now.Her soft grumble called my attention back to her as she adjusted uneasily on the bed.“You…”“It is I, dove,” I reassured her.The look on her face was proof enough that she wasn’t pleased to see me.“Where am I?”“In our house.”She arched her brows. “Our?”“Yes, dove. Our.”She adjusted herself more, grunting softly.“Here, let me help you,” I offered.She didn’t struggle.“What happened to me?”“You crashed in my arms.”“That’s not what I remember.”“What do you remember?”“You, hitting that man. Blood…” she said. The way her breath hitched mid-sentence signaled that her full co
LAURA"Let me out," I begged. "Please…"My voice was now a shaky whisper.It had taken less than ten seconds for me to realize that the door wouldn't open unless he wanted it to. But he smiled at me like he didn't want it to. He enjoyed watching me panic. Watching me beg.My survival instincts flared so violently that I no longer cared what I looked like."Please, let me go. I'm sorry," I babbled, tears welling in my eyes."Sorry about what, dove?"Dove?Fucking dove?Was that what he saw me as? A fragile fucking bird he could just squish?His relaxed smile was all the answer I needed.Yes.Yes, he did.And God, if I wasn't…"It's fine, sir. I get the message."Sir?Yes. I was tripping.He chuckled loudly, shifting in his seat to get a clearer view of me."God, you're beautiful," his low, deep voice commented.His calmness suddenly triggered something inside me.Anger."Let me out!" I screamed, slamming my hands against the front of the car. Tears ran down my face, blurring the mascar
DAMON It’s 10am in the morning. I’m dressed in a black shirt and black pants. I just killed two men and I don’t feel sorry about it. They deserved it. What wasn’t deserved was those bastards tampering with my plane or the two hour wait that somehow turned into four before the next available flight. She’s probably gone, I thought as I endured the agonizingly long trip back. But I told her to wait. I’m guessing she didn’t. A cruel smile touched my lips. God help her if she didn’t. She’d probably be beneath another man right now. My fist clenched immediately. “What’s on your mind?” a cold voice called from beside me. It was Micheal my right hand man. “Why?” I asked lazily, tilting my head mildly. “It’s not everyday I get to watch you lose control.” I arched my brows in confusion. “Come on man,” he scoffed. “I watched you smile while gutting two men alive and you don’t usually clench your fist like that because you’re always trying to keep your victims alive longer so they ca







