Mag-log inDamian POVMy heart is pounding so violently it feels unnatural, like something is clawing its way out of my chest. Every breath burns and every thought crashes into the next until I can barely separate rage from fear.“You get anything else out of those guys?” I ask, my voice tight, barely controlled.Ash shakes his head beside me, eyes still sharp despite the chaos of the night. “Nothing. I pushed them as far as they could go but they weren’t talking.”I grip the wheel harder and turn onto Highland, slowing the car as my eyes scan every inch of the street. Darkness clings to everything out here. We are hunting for a green door.“Look at those idiots,” Ash mutters, nodding toward the road ahead. “What do you think they’re doing?”“I don’t know,” I reply, but something about it already feels wrong.This is deep in their territory and tonight, they are everywhere but up ahead, something is different.Three men stand at the mouth of an alley, tense and alert like they know something is
Damian POV“Heya, dude,” Max voice rolls through the phone, low and rough, like he’s already halfway into trouble. “Where are you?”I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, eyes scanning the quiet street ahead. “Just down the block from the cab office. Why?”There’s a pause on the other end, then a short exhale. “Don’t bother.”My brows pull together. “What do you mean don’t bother?”“The gobshite just showed up here.”For a second, I don’t process it then it hits, my house.“At my house?” My voice drops, dangerous and sharp.“That would be the one.”A cold, vicious smile spreads across my face, but there’s no humor in it. “Unbelievable.”I slam my foot on the brake, yank the wheel, and spin the car around in a hard turn that makes the tires screech against the asphalt anyone watching would think I’ve lost my mind but maybe I have.“I’m on my way,” I say, already pushing the car to its limit.The drive feels too long and too short at the same time. Every red light is a personal insult
Damian POV“They’re still not talking,” Ash mutters, his voice rough with complete frustration.“Then we don’t stop until they do,” I snap back, because my patience long gone.Ash drags a hand down his face and exhales sharply. We’re both drenched in blood with both ours and theirs but it doesn’t even matter anymore.The two guys strapped to the chairs in this room are barely holding on to life and anyone with sense would know they won’t last much longer and I know that too.We’ve taken everything from them including there ears, fingers, toes, anything they didn’t need to breathe. Still, the only thing they’ve given us is total silence and the occasional “go to hell.”I have never felt this desperate before in my entire life. Ash finally drops the blade on the metal tray with a loud clang.“I think we got the wrong members because if they knew where she was, they would’ve talked by now. I have seen tougher men break for less than this.”I start pacing, my boots echoing against the co
Liana POVEven if Damian’s house was heavily protected, that didn’t guarantee Tommy wouldn’t eventually discover a way inside.Tears blurred my vision as I twisted violently against the chair, throwing my weight from side to side in a desperate attempt to free myself. The ropes scraped painfully against my wrists and legs, but I ignored the burning sensation. Escape was the only thing that mattered.Before I could make any meaningful progress, footsteps echoed down the hallway.The door opened and Tommy returned, dragging another man behind him. The newcomer looked younger but carried the same sharp facial structure and cold expression as Tommy. The resemblance was unmistakable, they were Father and son.The younger man let out a slow whistle when his eyes landed on me, clearly amused by the sight. Tommy immediately smacked him across the back of the head.“Don’t get any stupid ideas,” Tommy snapped. “She belongs to me.”
Liana POV“You need to understand what this means, it’s a death sentence.”I can see the words bounce off him, ignored, as Tommy continues methodically looping the stiff, coarse rope around my wrists, securing me to a lawn chair. Every movement he makes screams a lack of planning, a recklessness that chills me in a way I can’t fully describe, from the way he drove here in circles, seemingly unsure of where we were going, to the pitiful rope he dragged out of some janitor’s closet, it’s obvious he didn’t think this through. The material is rigid, scratchy against my skin, almost too unyielding to hold a proper knot but I can use this against him, point out his mistakes, try to find a lifeline where none seems to exist.“You’re going to bring the wrath of the Italian mafia down on yourself if you go through with this,” I warn him, my voice tight, trying to mask the tremor in my chest.He glances at me, lips curling into a smirk. “N
Damian POVThe moment I step inside, the silence hits me first, the house is dark, but I don’t bother turning on the lights. I don’t need them. Something is wrong and I can feel it in my bones. It’s too early for Liana to be asleep even on her worst nights, she always leaves the lamp glowing low in the living room, a soft beacon meant for me but tonight, there’s nothing.Just darkness and a cold, hollow stillness that settles deep in my gut as I move down the hallway.I already know what I’m going to find before I even reach the bedroom.Still, it doesn’t stop the blow when I see it, everything is gone, her clothes, her shoes, her scent, all of it and Matthew’s things too.The room looks wrong stripped bare and unfamiliar, like someone peeled the life out of it and left only the shell behind. I stand there, staring, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing, but it takes a full minute before it truly sinks in.She left, she actu
Liana POV“I can’t marry you.”The words burst out of my mouth before I can stop them they feel sharp, reckless but honest. My entire body recoils at the idea marriage to him?To a man who kidnapped me, tied me to a bed, and calmly told me I could either become his wife or die. Da
Damian POVShe started crying immediately the car door slams shut they were not quiet tears or the kind someone tries to swallow, she breakdown completely and the sound of it fills the car completely sharp, panicked sobs that claw at the inside of my skull.“Jesus Christ,” I mutter,
Liana POV Five minutes later, my son and I are walking hand in hand down to the local park. It’s a nice community, and I’m grateful that he’s here. This is a safe place for him. Far away from the gang and in a house that’s secured like. Something Jane insisted on when she had her own son.“Tell me
Damian POV I wake shaking myself out of the past as my eyes scan the surroundings of my present. The dream doesn’t come as a surprise, I have them often. When I glance around Rex apartment, I know I’ve come a long way since I first killed a man in that basement.Liana is still on the couch, snori







