LOGINDamiano's POV
I had a quick shower before changing and heading downstairs.
"You're up early," Leo muttered as I walked into the kitchen, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
I ignored him, knowing he was trying to tease me.
"Do you want to tell me what the green-eyed witch did to you now?" He asked as he handed me a glass of water
I glared at him as I downed the water and dropped the glass on the kitchen counter.
He raised his hand in surrender, walking towards the freezer. He pulled out a few blood packs, staring at the label.
"Chicken. Goat. Uh... Pig—"
"Yuck," I mumbled.
He snickered. "What about fish?"
"Don't even," I snarled.
He let out a chuckle before pulling out another one. "I guess you'll like this."
I watched as he emptied the crimson juice into a glass and handed it to me.
Sniffing the glass, I let out a sigh. "It's Cow." I sniffed again. "And it's a week old."
He nodded. "Do you prefer I mix it with the horse?"
My brows furrowed. That was all I needed to do to get him to stop joking around.
"I'll call the butcher and have him bring in some new stock."
"Better."
Taking a deep breath, I downed the contents of the glass before standing up. I was about to head for the living room when I staggered.
"Hey, be careful, Boss," Leo muttered as he caught me, helping me to the couch.
I rested my head on the armrest. I was weak, so weak.
"You have to go to Porta Inferni," He muttered.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not."
"So do you prefer to grow weak and old?" He asked.
I ignored him, looking away.
He let out a sigh as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "That's it. I'm calling the hospital, and I'll have them get you something fresh."
"No," I muttered, my voice a little above a whisper.
But he didn't listen. He tapped his screen a few times, before raising his phone to his ear.
"I said, No! Leo," I snapped. I could feel my eyes' color changing. I had to look away so I wouldn't frighten him. "I won't take blood from anyone else."
"Then what do we do?" He asked. "Monday is in a few days, and you'll have to be back in the office. So what'll happen then? "
Leo was right. I had to do something about it or else I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.
I let out a sigh as I turned to him. "Fine, andiamo all'inferno."
***
The moment we got to the club, I and Leo put on our masks and got in.
The guards led us to our VIP table. We didn't have to say anything to them. They knew the usual. Only let the girls with green eyes through.
It wasn't like they were prettier, it was just that I hated them. They all reminded me of that witch—Simona. Feeding on them made me feel like I was feeding on her—punishing her for what she did to me.
An hour passed, then two, but there was no pair of green eyes in sight, and I was starting to get tired.
"I think word got out," Leo said, pulling my attention.
"Word about what?" I asked, confused.
"About how you only want the green-eyed girls and that they never come back," He added.
I rolled my eyes as I bent over. Images of those eyes flashed in my head.
She frightened me, a lot, and I hated it so much.
Then I felt Leo's breath against my ears. I was about to turn to him when he whispered.
"We've got one."
I raised my head, my eyes opening to meet hers—the girl in front of me.
She had a mask on and long red hair. But something about her reminded me of...her
I couldn't help but smirk. Taking a piece of her would give me more joy than I've ever heard in life.
"Sit," I commanded. She obeyed, sitting next to me.
"Those eyes," I said, "I've been looking for them for a while."
But I'm sure she doesn't know just how much I've longed to see someone like her.
Before I knew what was happening, my eyes fell on the nape of her neck. That was when my her took in her outfit. She looked gorgeous, but none of that mattered to me.
I leaned towards her, unable to control myself when Leo held me back.
"Not here," He muttered, eyes sweeping the crowd.
I let out a sigh before my eyes met hers again.
"Would you like us to go somewhere more—"I followed Leo's earlier trail. "—private?"
"Yes," She giggled like a child.
I smirked. If she was trying to make me think that she was young then she was dumb. To me, she acted like a con artist.
I stood up and turned to her. She handed me her hand, and my smirk deepened before my gaze swept over her in disdain.
She made me want to puke.
I headed through the Club's hallways and towards my room. In a few minutes, I would feel refreshed. And for some reason, she smelled nice.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy, missing my team.
She reached out to me. "Are you okay?" She asked, concern lacing her words.
I didn't answer that, instead I pushed her against a wall.
"I can't wait anymore," I said softly.
In the blink of an eye, I pulled both her arms up, griping them above her.
"Let me go!" She cried out.
It reminded me of the night when Simone yelled and begged us to leave her. But that didn't matter now.
I reached for my mask when suddenly, something hard slammed into my crotch.
Letting go of her, I crouched over, grabbing the spot between my legs.
"I'm going to kill you," I growled. I might be a supernatural being, but that didn't stop me from hurting.
She was about to run when I grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. She had done. She had made me pissed. I was definitely going to kill her.
I climbed over her as I muttered, "Say hello to the devil for me."
I reached for my mask again when the dizziness crept in. This time, I couldn't stop what happened next.
Then...everything went dark.
***
"Boss! Boss!" A familiar voice called out to me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Leo above me.
I pushed him away as I leaned forward.
"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my face when everything came back to me. I turned around. "Where is she?"
"We couldn't find her," Leo replied.
"Damn it!" I snarled as I stood up.
"And Boss," Leo continued, pulling my attention.
I turned to him. "What?"
He raised a small black cloth. It took a second before I realized what it was.
Stunned, I reached for my face. "No."
Then, Leo said the words that came to my mind.
"She must've taken it off."
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Alessia's POV The man's lips ached into a curve. Then he closed the gap between us and grabbed me by the jaw, his fingers roughly pressing into my skin. I tried to shake him off, but his grip on me was strong.His lips parted, but before he could say anything, his head blew into bits, flesh and blood splashing on me and Cleo like water from a sprinkler.I gasped, unable to contain the shock as his headless body fell to the floor. I couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe what just happened.Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from my behind. A dread went down my spine as it drew closer, chill settling on my skin. I didn't know who it was, but I felt he was more dangerous than the man from earlier.Then a man walked by my corner and stood in front of me. The sight of him made bile crawl up my stomach. He had tattoos all over him, including his bald hair. His eyes, deep brown were the only thing that didn't have permanent ink on them. When he turned to me, his frown deepened. He l
ALESSIA’S POVPain.That was the first thing I felt. It was sharp and unrelenting. My skull throbbed, my body screamed, and every attempt to breathe sent fire crawling down my throat.Something warm and sticky slid down the side of my face, tracing a slow, trembling path along my cheek and jaw. I tasted metal mixing with the dust and bile on my tongue.The air was cold. Damp actually. It smelled of rust, rot, and something faintly chemical, like antiseptic gone bad. The faint hum of dripping water echoed somewhere nearby, steady as a clock, marking the seconds since I had woken up in this nightmare.My eyes fluttered open, heavily. The world came into view in fragments—shadows stretching across cracked concrete, a single light bulb flickering above me, walls smeared with grime. I tried to move. My arms didn’t follow.A sudden jolt of panic seized me as I tugged harder. My wrists burned against coarse rope, the fibers biting into my skin until I felt the slickness of blood. My legs st
ALESSIA’S POVI turned my head toward Cleo surprised. “You sound like you know him better than most.”Her lips twitched. “I do.”“Then tell me.”She hesitated, fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “Damiano’s always been that way — secretive, self-destructive, never trusting anyone completely. It’s not pride, it’s just his own way of surviving. Everyone he ever loved betrayed him. Friends. Family. People who swore loyalty to him turned around and tried to destroy him instead. That kind of pain leaves marks that don’t heal, Alessia. It hardens you.”I stared at her. I wanted to ask more—who betrayed him, what happened—but I knew she wouldn’t tell me. The look in her eyes told me not to pry.“I don’t care,” I muttered, staring down at my hands. “It’s not like I matter to him anyway.”Cleo smirked faintly. “You do, though.”I blinked. “What?”“You matter to him, more than he would ever admit,” she said with conviction. “You’re too blind to see it, but everyone else can.”I scoffed. “He mig
ALESSIA My stomach did a small, unpleasant flip. Great. One of them was charming, the other possibly possessed.But I kept my face calm, even bored. “Nice contact lens,” I said.He didn’t smile. Of course, he didn’t.Roman leaned toward me again, lowering his voice like we were sharing a secret. “I loved your dance, you know,” he said, gesturing to the seat beside him. “It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”I raised an eyebrow. “You were there?”He shook his head, lips curving into that same knowing smile.“Then how do you even know about it?”“It was filmed,” he said casually. “Aired, actually.”I blinked. “Aired. As in… broadcast?”Cleo laughed under her breath. “Oh, Alessia,” she said, amusement dripping from every word. “Where did you think I was last night?”The blood drained from my face. I turned sharply to Damiano. He wasn’t even pretending to look guilty. Just sitting there, calm as a storm before it hits.“You didn’t,” I whispered.But he had. He had taken off my mask. Not







