Prologue

"Faster babe..." he ordered as the woman began her rhythm on top of him. Damon met her at the club where he and his friends were having fun. The woman got a body to die for and she was really good with this. Her eyes were half closed as her boobs kept bouncing while she moved up and down.

Ahhh!

Damn! She's making him honier.

His hands continued to travel on her body and ignored his phone that had been ringing for a while now. He planned to disregard it but after a few minutes it was still ringing like the caller doesn't have a plan to stop. That made him lose his concentration so he was forced to reach for it and answer whoever was calling.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lord Damon, your father wanted to see you immediately," said the voice on the other line.

"Ahhh… T—tell him I'll be home tomorrow," he replied, stuttering because the mischievous woman on his lap grinned smoothly and smiled seductively at him, making him hitch his breath.

"Put that damn phone in a speaker, Agustin!" He heard a commotion on the other line.

It was his father, the great Valentino Castellanos and current senator in the country, who already knew what he was into right now. He knew him very well. Of course he was his father after all.

"Damon!"

"Yes Dad?" He replied while the woman whom he couldn't even remember the name continued to move up and down.

"Stop what you're doing right now and get your ass off here young man! We're going to talk about your wedding!"

"What the hell!" He cursed as the Don's words echoed in his mind that made him get up immediately out of bed.

"Ouch!" The woman screamed as she fell on the bed but he didn't bother. All he cares about is what his father was talking about. How can he call and tell him about marriage while he was fucking someone at this moment?

"What did you say Dad?"

"You'll get married, Damon. This is business, you better get here. I'm waiting," he said and hung up the phone, not minding his answer.

His fist clenched so hard that he almost broke the screen of his phone. Damn! Is Damon Achilles Castellanos going to get married? For real?

"Hey... Where are you going? We're not done yet," the woman said softly and hugged his back.

Irritated, he loosened her hug before picking up his scattered clothes on the floor "...I have business to take care off. Get dressed and get the hell outta here," he said ignoring her temptation while adjusting the button of his polo shirt.

Pain and disappointment flashed on the woman's face because of his cold treatment but he didn't care. To hell with that pussy, he can get another one later on. He immediately left the room after getting dressed and jumped into his Lamborghini then drove it away from the hotel.

He didn't park his car properly after reaching his father's mansion and went directly inside to talk to the old man. He saw him sitting inside the study room with authority in his aura.

"What is this all about Dad? Why do I need to get married this fast?" He asked angrily.

He was still enjoying his bachelor life and he doesn't want to have commitment nor responsibilities to women. They are all pain in the ass, he'll rather fuck them and leave right after.

"What are you fussing about when you know you'll eventually get married? You're not just a normal man Damon, you are the future Capo di tutti capi!" the old man answered, referring to his position in their organization.

He was a mafia boss. The future leader of Thanatuo Organosi, a Greek mafia that originated in Greece but is now dominating in Albania and South America. He was also the mysterious owner of Infinity Winery that runs here in the Philippines.

"But we already had an agreement with the Petrova's to set the wedding in the next two years," he retorted.

He already knew he was bound to get married to one of their associates who was also a mafia organization—Nicole Petrova but that was two years away! He had no problem marrying Nicole because he had known her since then and they were even fuck buddies.

"A change of plan."

With disbelief, he stared at him. Why doesn't he know about this? "You changed the plan without me knowing?"

"That's what you get for always out banging different women every night! Stop acting like a jerk and get serious Damon," Valentino admonished him.

As if he will listen. Sometimes he thought about how to erase the old man from his path but then he always threw that idea away. Valentino has always been there for him especially after his mother died in the massacre many years ago.

"What are those changes all about?" He asked impatiently.

His belly still hurts because he hasn't released his load earlier that doubled his irritation .

"You'll be marrying next month to the daughter of my friend, Eduardo Romano," Valentino said, surprising him.

"What? I thought it was Nicole?" He asked curiously.

"I'm planning to expand our horizons Damon. I want the presidency, and you will marry our ladder for success. That family was very influential here in this country," the old man grinned evilly.

He laughed scornfully. So this is Valentino's plan? The leadership of the country to have control over their illegal businesses.

"Imagine, you will sit on my throne, son, while your father, who was the president of the country, will back you up? We will become the strongest above all Damon. Even stronger than the Racinis'." Valentino chuckled, referring to his friend's organization.

He was impressed by the old man's idea. What a smart ass! But then he doesn't have any plan in competing with Racini but what can he do when his father's eagerness to rule can't be tamed.

After their discussion about their plan, he didn't say goodbye and left immediately. He fished his phone from his pocket and began dialing someone's number.

After a couple of rings, he heard a lazy tone of voice from the other line—Theodore Isaac Tuazon. He was a notorious online hacker and an ex member of navy seal who happened to be his close friend too.

"Hello?"

"I need you to give me all the information about a certain woman," he began.

"Fuck you! Why would you ask me for that? I'm not your slave. Bye." The man scowled in response.

"I'll pay you idiot! I know you love money and nothing is free to you even if we're friends!" He snorted at the person on the line. His friend laughed heartily.

Yeah this is really Isaac—his avaricious friend.

"Give me a name," Isaac lazily asked.

"The daughter of Eduardo Romano Real Estate," he replied.

"Okay copy. Don't forget to wire your payment," Isaac reminded him before cutting the line.

Isaac came early the next day. If this man doesn't have the information he needs, there is no way in hell he would drive for him.

"Where are we going, Ice?" He irritatedly asked the man in his passenger's seat who was currently drinking a coke float even though it was still six in the fucking morning.

"Park it over there and let's stay for a little while."

He parked the car in a tree next to a park. After a while, a few pairs appeared that looked like who came from jogging.

Leaning on his seat, he watched each of them but a certain woman caught his attention. She wears an all black sports bra, leggings and white rubber shoes. Her dark brown hair is in a messy bun with some strands falling in her face, she's not that tall but damn those hourglass body and fair white skin.

What a nice ass! She's definitely his type.

"Katerina Romano," Isaac grinned. "She's the one you're looking for."

He nodded and smirked. Well, it's not a waste for him to wake up this early. And most of all marrying her isn't a bad idea because he can use her for his pleasure.

After a while, she walked closer to his car that made him stare at her freely observing the woman's face. She had a heart shaped face with upturned eyes, a small pointed nose and a heart shaped natural red lips.

So she's the one huh? Thinking about having her in bed would be ecstatic. He secretly smirked as Katerina walked past them.

We're going to meet soon, Miss Romano…