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Aftermath

Penulis: Morayo's ink
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-21 22:24:48

Morning came and Luca slowly opened his eyes, he had tried his hardest to resist the urge to sleep but unfortunately he had underestimated how exhausted he truly was but now that he had rested, he felt a lot better. His eyes scanned around the room and as they landed on the vacant bed, Panic set in, he pushed himself off the chair and almost fell, as his eyes began frantically searching through the room till he saw Damian, Standing in front of one of the windows and looking down at city, He let out a sigh of relief.

“Good morning.” Damian greeted, it wasn't his normal tone but it wasn't as soft as if was yesterday.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” Luca asked, taking cautious steps towards Damian whose eyes were still fixed on the view.

“Fine, I have some matters to attend to so I'll be leaving in a couple minutes.”

“Minutes? You're injured, you should be resting.”

“Oh wow, that's new information,Thank you so very much for pointing that out truly I'll be lost without you.” Damian mocked
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  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   Jealousy Wears Many Faces

    The aftermath of Sofia's interrogation left us both wired and exhausted.We returned to the penthouse at dawn, covered in blood and ash. Damian had already set his network into motion—Sofia's betrayal had exposed a dozen smaller conspirators who were being rounded up as we spoke. Marcus and the Councilman were handling the cleanup.But we still didn't have The Broker's true identity. Sofia had given us a name—Vincent Cross—but Kai's initial search showed it was likely an alias. Another dead end.In the bathroom, I watched Damian strip off his blood-soaked clothes, revealing the body I'd come to know so well. Bruises were already forming on his ribs where someone had landed a hit during the fight."Shower," he said quietly. "Together."We stood under the scalding water, washing away blood and cordite. I ran my hands over his injuries, cataloging each mark, each wound. He'd taken these protecting me."Stop," he murmured, catching my hands. "I'm fine.""You got shot at because of me.""I

  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   Bloodstained Hands

    The revelation hung in the air like a death sentence.Three names. Three people Damian trusted with his life. One of them was a traitor."Are you absolutely certain?" Damian's voice was dangerously calm, the kind of calm that preceded bloodshed."As certain as I can be without direct access to their personal devices." Kai pulled up financial records, communication logs, encrypted data streams. "Look at this pattern. Every time one of your shipments got hit, every time intel leaked, one of these three had access to the information beforehand."I studied the screens, my stomach churning. Sofia—cold, efficient, always three steps ahead. Councilman Marcus—political connections that made him untouchable. And Marcus Vincenzo—Damian's right hand, the man who'd stood beside him for five years."What about Matteo?" I asked quietly. "Which one of them knew about him?"Kai's fingers flew across the keyboard. "All three had information about your brother's movements in the weeks before his death.

  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   The Taste Of Normal

    Friday arrived too quickly.Damian had been cold and distant for two days. He still came to bed, still held me at night, but there was a wall between us now. He didn't touch me the way he usually did—possessive, consuming. Instead, his touches were careful, almost... fragile.Like he was already letting go.At 6:00 PM, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my collar for the third time. I'd chosen dark jeans and a charcoal sweater—casual but nice. Normal clothes. Not the expensive pieces Damian had bought me.I looked like myself again. Almost."You look good."I turned to find Damian leaning against the doorframe, watching me with an unreadable expression. He was in his usual black, perfectly composed, but there was something haunted in his eyes."Thanks," I said awkwardly."Castellane has good taste. He'll appreciate the effort." His voice was flat, emotionless. "Have fun, Luca."He turned to leave."Damian, wait—"But he was already gone, the sound of his study door closing echo

  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   Cracks In The Armor

    Damian kept his promise.We barely made it through the penthouse door before he had me against the wall, jacket shoved off my shoulders, bow tie yanked loose. His mouth was everywhere—my lips, my jaw, down my throat—claiming every inch of skin with teeth and tongue."Every. Single. Word." He punctuated each word with a bite to my collarbone. "I'm going to make you forget everything he said."My head fell back against the wall as his hands worked my belt. "Damian—""Did you like how he looked at you?" His voice was rough, dangerous. "Like you were something precious?""Yes," I gasped, then immediately regretted the honesty when his eyes flashed dark."Wrong answer."He spun me around, pressing my face against the cool wall. I heard the sound of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then his body was flush against my back, hard and demanding."You want to know what you are?" he growled in my ear. "You're mine. Not precious. Not glass. Mine. And I'm going to prove it."What followed was in

  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   The Gala Of Wolves

    "Hold still."The tailor's assistant circled me like a vulture, pinning fabric with ruthless efficiency. I stood on a platform in Damian's bedroom, arms outstretched, while he transformed me into someone I didn't recognize."A gala?" I'd asked when Damian announced it over breakfast."The Annual Sapphire Foundation Charity Event," he'd corrected. "Where the criminal elite pretend to care about orphans while negotiating weapons deals in the bathroom.""Sounds delightful.""It is, actually." His smile had been sharp. "And you're coming with me."Now, three hours later, I stared at myself in the mirror and felt my breath catch.The tuxedo was midnight blue—so dark it was almost black, with silk lapels that caught the light. It fit like it had been painted on, emphasizing every line of my body. The assistant had styled my hair, tamed it into something elegant, and the overall effect was..."Devastating," Damian said from the doorway.I turned to find him watching me with an expression tha

  • Play Thing Of The Enemy   Learning The Language Of Violence

    The tailor came and went, leaving behind a wardrobe that probably cost more than my brother's funeral.Everything was dark—blacks, charcoals, deep navy. Colors that matched Damian's aesthetic. Colors that screamed his.I hated how good I looked in them.By evening, Damian led me down to the building's sublevels, past security checkpoints that required retinal scans and fingerprints, into what he called his "private facility."The gym was state-of-the-art. Weapons lined one wall behind reinforced glass—everything from knives to firearms to things I didn't have names for. Mats covered the floor. Punching bags hung like bodies from the ceiling."Strip to your waist," Damian ordered, already pulling off his shirt.I froze. "What?""You heard me." He stood there, torso bare, all carved muscle and ink and that jagged scar across his collarbone. "If you're going to survive in my world, you need to learn how to fight. Properly.""I know how to fight."His laugh was dark. "You know how to thro

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