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."
Damiano's POV I didn't bother chasing her after she ran out of the door. I was sure she had gotten the message.When I turned around, I caught Leo staring at me."What?" I asked, not sure of what was going through his head.He shrugged. "Nothing, just curious.""About what?"He was silent at first before finally speaking up. "Don't you think you're letting her in a little too fast?"I frowned. "You sound like I'm some teenager crushing on a girl.""That's not what I mean," He added."Then you might as well speak clearly or don't speak at all," I muttered as I headed for bed.I laid down on it, waiting for him to speak. I guess he chose the other option. We both remained silent z not saying anything to each other, which was becoming frustrating. "Will you just say what the fuck is on your mind!" I snapped, unable to hold it in any longer.He let out a chuckle but stopped when I glared at him. "I'm not sure, I just think we shouldn't trust her.""Why? Is it because she looked like S
Alessia's POV "Wait! What?!" I exclaimed the moment Damiano's words settled in. "You can't be serious!"He pouted his lips as he stared at me like a puppy waiting to be cuddled."Come on, Dr. Bianchi, do you want your patient's health to get worse?" He asked, a smug look creeping onto his face.He was insane. A few minutes ago, he was threatening to end my life, and now he wanted me to do what...move into his house? Like I was going to fall for such tricks.I knew what he was planning. He was going to kill me the moment I stepped foot into the Valentino mansion. Then my corpse would be found by the shore of the sea, or maybe even in a dumpster. Like hell, was I going to let that happen?I folded my arms, about to say something that would wipe that smug look off his face when Mr. Russo spoke up."I think it's a great idea."My jaw dropped, my eyes widening in disbelief. "But Sir, that's not possible!" I snapped.He turned to me, blinking. "Why isn't it possible?"I was silent for a
Damiano's POV For some reason seeing her this way made me happy. The sweat that broke out on her forehead, the way her iris shook frantically, the way her heartbeat increased with each breath she took. It was something I was willing to get addicted to.Besides, it wasn't just a threat, I meant it. Also, I had to admit. She smelled really good. So good, I had to fight the urge growing inside of me. The beast in me wanted to break free and sink its teeth into the nape of her skin. But I couldn't do that here in the hospital. And I still had a lot of things I wanted to find out about her."Now do you understand?" I said as I stretched my arms towards her cheek, brushing some strands of hair away.She didn't push my hand away. Instead, she shut her eyes and looked away. I loved this her—the one that was actually scared—not the one that was trying to fake being brave.Watching her act so courageous was starting to get depressing."What do you want?" She asked, her eyes still shut. "Why
Alessia's POV Our secrets?What exactly was he talking about?I swallowed hard as his words settled in, sending a shiver down my spine. He sounded like he knew a huge secret about me. "Well, would you like to go on?" He asked with a smug look on his face. He looked so confident it was kind of creepy.But I couldn't let him see that I was scared. That would only put me in more trouble.I forced a smile onto my face, steadying my gaze."I think you might be underestimating me, Damiano," I said, trying to mask the fear in my voice. "But out of curiosity, I would love to ask, what exactly do you know about me that should make me shiver in my boots?"He chuckled, his eyes sweeping my hair. He reached out grabbing a few strands, but I knocked his hand away. He laughed as he turned around, heading for his bed.Suddenly, he stopped halfway. "I wonder what the Director would say after I tell him about the story of a girl with red hair and...green eyes approaching me at a strip club. And the
Damiano's POV I was still deep in my thoughts when I heard a clicking sound coming from the entrance.The door creaked open and soft footsteps entered.I looked up, and there she was—Alessia Bianchi.Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, her coat wrapped tightly around her, trying to look composed—but those green eyes betrayed her unease.And for a second, I didn’t see a doctor."You're awake," she said quietly, stepping closer. Her voice was steady, but her hands clenched at her sides.I didn’t speak. Not yet. She looked beautiful and exhausted at the same time.I let out a sigh as I looked away. What in hell's name was I doing admiring a she-devil?"Are you going to say something or are you just going to sit there and let me wonder about how a man who had a huge piece of glass in his chest and went through hours of surgery is awake and sitting upright in just less than half an hour?" She rapped nonstop, the calm and steadiness from earlier completely gone.I locked my eyes with he
Damiano's POV A wave of silence washed over us as those words left my lips.Leo’s eyes narrowed. "Boss…""I’m not going to kill her. Not yet. But I want answers, and if I have to tear her mind apart to get them, I will."Leo nodded slightly. "And what do you need me to do?"I met his gaze, a few thoughts running through my mind. Finally, I said, "Get the director. Now."Leo hesitated for a moment—then nodded once more and turned toward the door. "I’ll be back in five," He said, reaching for the door. It clicked shut behind him.I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand across my chest where the bandages covered the wound. The ache wasn't just physical. The glass had cut across the part where Simona's hand had burned me.Thinking about it now, something was actually off.I had gone out for a ride to clear my mind. Simona and Serena had been appearing before me. But in modern outfits, as if they had existed in this time. Which they didn't. They had both died hundreds of years ago witho