MasukThe basement was cold when Damian descended the stairs, his shoes echoing against the concrete. The air there suddenly grew heavier than it was even before…, it was like the room itself knew something had gone wrong.Don was waiting near the far corner, his expression unreadable but his stance tense. He pointed toward the ceiling as Damian approached. “Boss,” he said, his voice low. “You need to see this.”Damian’s gaze followed his finger and then it landed on the metal vent that ran along the upper part of the wall, it was bent completely open. “What the hell is that?” Damian asked, stepping closer.“Looks like someone forced their way through,” Don replied. “Or out.”Damian’s jaw flexed. “Both. Check it out. Now.”Don nodded and immediately moved to a corner and dragged a stool under the vent and climbed up. The gap was just wide enough for someone to crawl through but one at a time.Which made Damein wonder for a bit how much time they had to pull this off. Luca moved beside
The ride back from the Eastern District was silent. The smell of gunpowder still clung in the air of the SUV , and Don’s hands were stained with blood from when he dragged the tied survivor into the trunk. By the time the black SUV pulled through the gates of Damien’s compound, dawn had already gave way to gray clouds. The guards stiffened as Damian stepped out, eyes sharp, blood still drying against his collar. His expression was blank and unreadable. Luca stood at the top of the marble staircase when they entered. When he saw Damian….the blood on his sleeve, the gun still tucked into his belt, he froze.“What happened?” Luca asked, his voice low but trembling slightly. “Damian, are you hurt?”Damian didn’t answer. He brushed past him, his boots echoing against the marble as he spoke to Don instead.“Take him downstairs,” he said, gesturing to the half-conscious man Don was dragging behind him. “Chain him to the pipe. I’ll deal with him personally.”Don nodded once and disappeare
The Eastern District was silent when Damian’s SUV rolled past the checkpoint gate.Don killed the engine and then they both stepped out, their movements precise. Damian’s boots sank slightly into the damp ground, the air around them was dense with the smell of oil. He raised his chin, scanning the long rows of stacked containers that stretched into the mist. Each one was marked with numbers and codes.They were all in place except for the one that was stolen. Don adjusted his jacket and checked the his pistol. “This place looks dead,” he muttered.“Dead places talk if you know how to listen,” Damian replied, his voice calm but razor-edged. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over every shadow. “Let’s find the guard posted here. He’s the only one who’d know if something moved through recently.”They moved together through the yard, their boots echoing softly against the concrete. The air seemed to shift with every step they took. Damien’s hand hovered close to his weapon as th
Morning light slipped through the thin curtains and glass windows of the room cutting across the mess left from the night before… shirts and trousers on the floor, she's tossed aside carelessly and the faint scent of sweat still lingering in the air.Damian lay awake already, staring at the ceiling his thoughts spinning. His jaw tightened as flashes from last night blurred through his head, the feel of Luca’s breath against his neck, the heat and the surrendering feeling he left.It was like he wasn't it control and that frightened him more than most things especially now. Now that there's a likely hold of a mole in his circle, his shipments are missing and someone tried to fuck him. And he was here fucking his pet! He sat up abruptly, running a hand over his face. His heart felt heavy, like it had been dipped in hot metal and solidified.Soon, Luca stirred beside him. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. A half-smile flickered on his face as he turned to Damein. “Y
“Welcome home.” the words hung in the air for a moment. “Lower your guns, boys,” that same smooth voice followed. And then, Rafael Costa emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit room. His golden skin glinting under the dim lights, he had sharp hazel eyes, cutting through everyone around him, and he tugged a seductive and eerily charming smile. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, a diamond cufflink catching the light as he brushed dust from his sleeve.Luca froze when he saw Damian’s reaction. The man who never flinched, even at the face of certain death, had gone utterly and completely still. His fingers twitched near his gun, his jaw tightening. But his eyes… they were like he saw a ghost. Rafael smirked. “Still carrying that thing everywhere, huh?” His tone was teasing… almost intimate. “You used to keep your hands on me instead.”The air around them, went razor-sharp. Luca blinked, trying to make sense of what he was hearing and their relationship to be exact. Damian didn’t a
Jin Daniels the one who controlled the majority of international exchange in the Mafia, Greg fisher The cities police commissioner, Marco Sullivan the arms dealer, Julius Franklin the presiding judge, Lucas Frieng the consigliere of the Moretti family and the Most unstable unhinged man in the room; Carlos, the trainer and supervisor of all the men who worked under the name Moretti. Together these men created the Entity known as the Moretti family and at the helm was Damian Moretti.A large table in the middle of the spaced room, bright white lights fixed into the ceiling illuminated the otherwise dark space allowing clear view of every one present, Three leather seats on each side of the table with one slightly larger one at the head, The Moretti family crest boldy drawn with gold in the center of the table. One door that served both as the entrance and exit, The floor to ceiling windows had been tinted black to seclude them from the outside world. The closest thing to a guard's in th







