MasukThe next morning Luca woke up to the burning gaze of Damian who sat a few feet away from the bed on a chair that definitely wasn't there yesterday.
"Are you watching me sleep?" Luca asked, his words a gentle slur.
"What does it look like?" Damian replied, his voice dry as he responded.
Luca didn't know how to respond, He was still a little asleep to be truthful but he forced himself off the bed and walked to the window, the sunlight bathed his face and for the first time he was able to see it, the city this building overlooked in all it's tainted beauty.
"Beautiful." The words escaped his mouth before he could think and he immediately regretted it.
"You'll get tired of it." Damian said coldly as he placed a grey suit on the bed.
"You're heading out?"
"We." He corrected as he turned his back and went back into what Luca assumed was his closet, He followed him and was immediately blown away by the size of the space, Closet wouldn't do justice to the space he found himself in as it had more similarities with a Louis Vuitton Store.
"Isn't this a little overkill?"
"More will always be better than less. Pick an outfit and get ready, we leave in an hour." Damian stated then stomped out of the closet leaving Luca alone to wander the racks and sections of tailored designer suites.
After wandering for about ten minutes Luca finally picked out a black silk shirt with blood red rose patterns and grey khakis with faint red lines running from top to bottom. He took the clothes out of the closet and placed them on the bed, he noticed that the clothes Damian had placed were no longer there so it probably meant he had already gotten dressed and was now waiting for him.
He let out a defeated sigh as he picked up the towel and toothbrush that had been left for him and walked into the shower.
Luca stood in front of the collosal mirror, his eyes locked on his reflection as he wore the clothes he had picked out but even though it seemed like he was in the present every single piece of his attention was fixated on the collar that branded him like a dog, His hands and legs may have not been locked in shackles but in his mind, he was a prisoner, a prisoner to a man who could change his mind at any moment and put a bullet through his skull, A shiver ran through him as he thought of his bloody body at Damians feet but it was nothing in comparison to the shiver he felt when the events of last night flooded his mind, Every thrust, every sound they made, passionate, raw, burning hotter than the sun's surface with every touch and now he felt dirty, like he was covered in filth that wouldn't wash away no matter how many showers he took. The more he thought about the more the disgusted he felt with himself, Damian had used him, fucked him like he owned him and he did nothing but take it and moan like a fucked up whore….
“You must be thinking about me,” Damian's voice suddenly broke him out of his trance and tossed him back into reality and only then did he see the look of pure disgust and anger that burned in his eyes.
“You flatter yourself,” Luca lied as he turned to face him, Damian looked at him for a second then his eyes went down to his feet and up to his head, Luca suddenly felt naked at the mere gaze of this man, he hated it but for some reason he liked the look of desire in Damian's blue eyes.
“Wow.” He thought to himself. Damian took three step forward and now he was face to face with Luca, He was a little taller but by just leaning down a little bit they were at eye level, He brought his face close to Luca's ear and his lips brushed against Luca's lobe sending an unexplainable amount of shock and pleasure through his body then he whispered “Get your ass downstairs, we leave in 15.” and with those words he left the room and Luca was once alone left with his thoughts and a painfully hardened dick.
He let out a pained sigh at his own weakness before straightening up and walking out of the bedroom.
As his feet touched the final step that led into the room where Damian was waiting for him a sweet smell immediately filled his nostrils, he breathed it in, enjoying it immensely as he walked into what was supposed to be a dinning but had more in common with a conference room with the number of chairs that surrounded the long table, Damian sat at the head of the table, scrolling through a tablet that was placed on the table and not even paying the slightest bit of attention to Luca who had taken a seat at the far end of the table. The help brought over a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of orange juice and placed it in front of Luca then gave a respectful bow and walked back to a corner where she stood still like a statue. Luca looked closely at her and realized that she didn't look as scared as the first time he had seen her, now she looked a lot more comfortable and a lot less scared of the man who bit into toast like he had no problem in the world.
“Where are we going?” Luca finally asked a question that had been burning in his mind, Damian raised his head and looked at him for and unbearable few seconds before responding.
“You'll see.” He said calmly then refocused his attention on the tablet.
“That's not an answer to my question,” Luca hissed.
“True. But it's the one you're gonna get, So eat.” Damian said with a tone that made it perfectly clear to Luca where he stood, He might have a seat at the table but it didn't belong to him.
The 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







