Damiano'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."
Alessia’s POVPulling away, I gave Marcello a playful squint. “Okay, but spill it. How did this happen, Mr. Marcello Fernandez? Did you bribe the Director or the board with opera tickets? Blackmail them with karaoke videos? Or maybe…” I leaned in conspiratorially. “Did you sell your soul to Cassandra after all?”Marcello just smiled, patient as always. “None of the above. The director simply thought I was the right person for the job.”I gave him the look. The raised brow, the silent yeah right, and I’m the Pope.But instead of calling him out, I chuckled, shaking my head. I had always known he came from money—the suits too sharp, the cars too sleek. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out. Connections had probably helped, but I knew better than to poke. I hated when people meddled in my business. The least I could do was extend the same courtesy.So I grinned and said, “Well, however you managed it, you deserve it. Congratulations, Dr. Fancy Pants. Or should I start ca
Alessia’s POVThe car was silent again. No more stories, no more confessions. Just the weight of everything hanging between us, suffocating and relentless.Then the locks clicked, releasing my door with a sound that felt too loud, too final.I sat there for a second, fingers resting on the handle but unmoving, because even with my way open, something in his words had rooted me in place. As much as I wanted to brush off his confession, as much as I wanted to cling to the hatred that kept me sane, a small voice whispered that Leo wasn’t lying.And I hated that.I hated that the part of me that wanted to believe him was louder than I wanted it to be.For the first time, I realized Leo wasn’t just Damiano’s shadow. He was another prisoner—one who had chosen his cage. And maybe that was why his words clung to me, even as I tried to shake them off.Because no matter how tightly I wrapped myself in anger, no matter how sharp my tongue, his confession had cracked something open inside me.An
Alessia’s POVI clenched my arms tighter across my chest, forcing a laugh that sounded a little too thin. “Don’t worry, Leo. Like I said, I’ve survived worse monsters than you and your precious Damiano. If your little speech is supposed to scare me, you’ll have to try harder.”This time, he didn’t answer. He just pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine growling as the car surged forward. His silence was louder than any insult he could’ve thrown at me.And somehow, that silence gnawed at me more than his anger ever could.Like guilt.***The rest of the ride was completely silent.The hospital loomed in front of us, its pale walls and sterile windows catching the late morning sun like some kind of sanctuary.Relief flickered in my chest—finally, freedom, even if just for a while. I could almost smell the antiseptic, hear the faint buzz of machines, and see the white coats of my colleagues moving through the halls. My halls. My world.I reached for the handle, already picturing m
Alessia’s POVLeo’s silence after that speech of his should’ve been comforting, but instead it gnawed at me, digging under my skin like a splinter I couldn’t pull out. I stared at him, at the sharp lines of his jaw, at the way his eyes refused to meet mine.What did he mean by Damiano being a monster I had never met before. What did he know about monsters? I've dealt with them all my life. They came in different sizes, heights, genders, skin, and clothes—all offering to treat my brother and me better than the other would've. So, yeah. I've seen enough.My chest tightened with a mixture of defiance and curiosity, and before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.“You know nothing about me, Leo. Nothing about what I’ve been through, seen, or what I’ve survived. But I know enough about Damiano. He’s a killer. And killers like him don’t deserve freedom. They deserve to be locked up for eternity—or better yet, put down like a—”The car screeched to a halt so suddenly as he slammed t
Alessia’s POVDamiano smirked, satisfied. “Good. You have till six in the evening. Don’t be late.”And just like that, he dismissed me, turning back to his glass as though I were already forgotten.I wanted to scream. Instead, I walked out, my bag clutched tight, Leo trailing after me with the key still in his hand. Catarina shot me a glance that was equal parts pity and worry, and I gave her the smallest smile I could muster.The hallway swallowed me up, and finally, finally, I let out the breath I had been holding. My shoulders sagged, my fists curled, and I whispered under my breath, “Dog, huh? Let’s see what happens when the mutt learns how to bite.”I already had a plan. Plan A: behave. Plan B: get to Marcello. Plan C: ditch Leo without ending up in a ditch myself.And if all else failed? Plan D: hope those freaky dream-superpowers decided to show up. Because honestly, if I could set Damiano’s ego on fire, it might just be worth it.***The car was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of q
Alessia’s POVI brushed the thought away. Why waste my time thinking about something like that?Besides, this was my chance to leave this house. It was handed to me on a platter of gold. So, I had to make use of it.I showered and dressed like freedom was a person and that I wanted to seduce him.Not too much, of course—I wasn’t about to show up in sequins and stilettos—but just enough to remind myself that I was still human and not some live-in doctor-and-dog mixed-breed creature. I pulled on jeans that hugged all the right places, a white blouse that said, I’m civilized, thank you very much, and sneakers because… well, running might actually be on the agenda. A little mascara, some lip gloss—because I might be emotionally unhinged, but my eyelashes didn’t have to suffer.Halfway through brushing my hair, I caught myself staring in the mirror. And there he was again. Damiano. Not literally behind me, (thank God, I would have screamed and launched the hairbrush at him) but in my head