LOGINDamien’s POVWe stood there, watching Marco disappear out of the estate and into a black SUV, while a barrel of questions exploded in my head. Why would Olivia’s father come to pay him a visit in prison? What’s the connection? What am I missing?The funny thing is, Marco doesn’t even know the relationship between Olivia and me. That she’s my best friend and personal assistant. He was already locked up long before she came into the picture.He told me that one Mr. Horace showed up last week, acting all sympathetic. Said he knew Marco’s sentence was unjust. That he’d been wronged and abandoned by me. That I’d been bragging everywhere about how I staged the whole thing and made Marco take the fall. Horace even offered to help if Marco wanted revenge on me.Marco said he was confused as hell. He’s pretty sure he put himself in that mess…no one forced him. So he wondered why this random man was trying to twist the story, trying to make him hate me. He flicked the man off, calling him som
Damien’s POVMy grip tightened around the phone.“It’s you,” I breathed slowly..He chuckled. Slow. Mocking. “Miss me, brother?”My blood rushed to my ears. “When the fuck did you get out?” I demanded.His answer?A soft, calm voice…almost bored. “Step outside. I’m already here,” then after a brief pause he added, “Boss.”I let the phone fall into the chair and started moving.Jace moved to pull me back, oblivious of what’s going on. “And where the hell do you think you’re running off to? I’m not done talking to you!”I didn’t answer. I just shoved his hand away. My body was already moving before my mind caught up. I grabbed my gun from the drawer stuffed into my back pocket, and headed for the stairs.Jace pushed himself up from the couch. “Where are you going with a gun? Are we in some kind of messed up attack? Should I call the police?”“Why would you need to call the cops for a friendly visit? I’m just downstairs,” I said, already halfway down. “Stay here and maybe…watch some kids
Damien’s POVAs soon as the ladies disappeared from our sight, before I even turned back toward the room, the brat…Jace Salvador…lunged at me and punched me square in the jaw.The hit was clean. Hard enough that something metallic filled my mouth. Blood dripped down my lip, warm and irritating.I didn’t flinch. Didn’t back up. Didn’t even touch him.I just wiped the blood off with my thumb and grinned at him.“Nice try, kid. You know why I’m not retaliating?” I growled, voice low as gravel. “Because I plan to lie next to my woman tonight. So if you think you can taunt me into getting physical just so she gets angry at me? You’re fucking joking.”He charged again…because of course he did, the idiot…but this time, I caught his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and pushed him forward until he cried out, tapping furiously at my arm.“You done?” I asked, tightening just a bit.He tapped faster.“Use your damn words,” I added. “Because I want to get laid tonight. Will you behave and not ma
****The door cracked open and Ellie poked her head in.“Hi…am I interrupting something? Can I come in or is this a strictly no-Voss zone right now?”Isabella sat up. “Ellie! Get in here.”Ellie slipped inside, closing the door softly behind her. She was in ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie, looking about nineteen even though Isabella knew she was twenty-four. She grinned at Agnes. “Hi! You must be the famous best friend. I’m Ellie, Damien’s unfortunate little sister.”Agnes wiped her face quickly and shot up, instantly back to her chaotic self. “Oh my God, hi! You’re so gorgeous,” Agnes swooned.“Thank you. You look amazing too,” she said to Agnes and then turned to Isabella. “What’s going on?”Before Isabella could answer, Agnes beat her to it. “Oh, nothing serious. Isabella was just telling me how your brother has been absolutely railing her brains out for days. Like, Olympic-level pounding.”Isabella squeaked and slapped Agnes’s thigh. “Agnes!”Ellie threw her head back and lau
****Agnes’s words hung in the air like a bomb.“Oops. Did I say that out loud?”Isabella blinked once. Twice. Then a laugh burst out of her…sharp, shocked, and real. “I’m sorry… what the hell is going on? Agnes, sit your ass down and give me the full gist. Right now.”Jace stepped forward fast, hands up. “Isabella, it’s really nothing—”“Nothing?” Agnes cut him off, voice cracking. “What do you mean nothing, Jace? We had sex. Amazing sex. You felt something. I felt something. So why are we still doing this stupid dance?” Her voice rose, shaking. “What are you afraid of? That I’m not good enough to be a Salvador? That I don’t fit in your perfect little rich-boy box because I’m too loud, too crazy, too fucked in the head?”“Agnes—” Isabella reached for her hand.“No, Bella, he needs to answer me!” Tears were streaming now, ugly and fast. “We were glued together for weeks looking for you. I fell hard. I thought he still had feelings for you, so I shut my mouth. I hid everything because
****Isabella’s bare feet slapped against the marble as she saw them climb out of the car. Her heart exploded. Agnes. And Jace.When the security guard called earlier, she’d brushed it off as some kind of prank.But now…seeing them standing there after so long…a sudden rush of emotion hit her so hard it almost stole her breath.She didn’t think. She just ran.“Agnes!” The name ripped out of her throat like a sob. She crashed into her best friend so hard they almost fell. Arms tight around each other, they broke instantly…ugly, loud crying, the kind where your face gets wet and snotty and you don’t care.Isabella buried her face in Agnes’s neck, breathing in the familiar coconut shampoo and everything she’d been holding in for weeks poured out.Behind them, Jace stood frozen, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. His eyes weren’t on Isabella. They were locked on the man standing on the top step…Damien Voss. Jace stared like he could burn holes through him.Isabella finally p







