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DAMIAN BLACKWOOD

Sleep and the unconsciousness it brings with it can be a saviour.

It saved me from having to endure those moments just like I had when I was worried that I was in danger of losing the mother or the child or even worse of all, both. Now I knew I was going to lose none, not to death at least, and remained alert even while I slept, just in case an enemy was close. At that time, one of the doctors came to inform me that the child was judged to be in good medical condition, and I could now see him.

At last, the spell was broken, the spell that held me from being able to hold my own son. I went to him, where he was wrapped in a shawl just as blue as the flowers I got, and stared at him. His eyes were tightly shut and he slept on. It made me smile, laugh even.

What a thrill it was to be a father.

He slept peacefully, and his little head was covered with tufts of black hair. His fists were tightly shut, and I thought he was the smallest thing I had ever seen—not that I had
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  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   BREAKING DOWN

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Hours passed, or at least it seemed so. The clock that sat on the nightstand ticked the seconds away with obsessive thoroughness, marking down the seconds in the dark silence. Some time afterwards, and while I listened to the clock ticking, I must have dozed off and slept my troubles away, because when I opened my eyes for a second time, the room was shrouded in dark apart from the faint, rectangular outline of the window that sat on one side.I reached to feel my husband, and his side of the bed was empty.It was not the first time I had awakened to find his side empty, but I had simply rolled over in embarrassment, to avoid having to talk about the truth. But this time I would not do that. I thought that he didn't have to kill himself for me. "Damian?" I whispered, holding myself up on one elbow, fighting the pull of my stitches. They had not fully healed. He stood there, lighted from behind by the window, staring out into the night like a comic book hero poutin

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   SEVEN DAYS

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Seven days had passed since the day Damian returned with the bruise on his knuckles, and even a dead body would have known that he was torn after that day. Since then, he had been so restless that I was worried about him, but I ensured to keep my doubts to myself so as not to trouble him.It was on one night, when Jenny had gone for the day that I finally cracked.He had just come back from God knows where, and his clothes were soaked through with rain—that day had been shower after shower, but he went out anyway. There were once more more bruises in the spots where I had learned to check, and while he said it was something else that I did not need to worry about, I knew what they actually were and why they were there. I knew he was looking for my sister and her son.I knew he was going back to that kind of life all because of me.And that was precisely why it hurt.My tears came unsolicited, hot and relentless, so unexpectedly that even I was taken aback at how the

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   A LONG, LONG NIGHT

    DAMIAN BLACKWOOD As the hours ticked by, dawn creeping through the curtains, my mind raced with plans. This was my biggest adversary yet, and she deserved all the effort.I would call in every favor owed to me—hackers to trace the Porsche's path via traffic cams, informants to scour the streets for whispers of a woman with her description. I would offer bounties, anonymous and exorbitant, for any lead that would bring her closer to me. The desire to find her consumed me, a burning need that overshadowed everything. This was now a personal challenge, and I would not stop until I had her in my clutches. Because of her, my sleep became impossible; every time I closed my eyes, I saw her silhouette, heard her imagined laughter. Who was she to challenge Damian Blackwood? Eleanor stirred upstairs, her voice calling softly. I composed myself and went up to find her nursing our son, her eyes heavy with concern. "You didn't come to bed," she murmured, reaching for my hand. I took it, but

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   A LINE DRAWN

    DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The sight should have been a sanctuary, a momentary reprieve from the chaos that had engulfed my day. Eleanor was lying peacefully in the bed, her features softened by the gentle glow of the lamp, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with our son's. He looked so small and innocent, his tiny fingers curled into small fists. It came to my mind that I was holding a gun in front of him, and I quickly put it away, reaching to touch his peaceful, sleeping form. Jenny rushed into the room at the same time, her feet surprisingly soundless. “Welcome back, Sir. I have been waiting for you.”I looked back at her and saw the expression on her face change into something that looked like sympathy. Her movements slowed, and she came into the room on tiptoe, watching me. “Do you need me to do anything for you, Sir?” She asked. “You look quite tired and worn out.”“I'm fine,” I grunted, staring at my sleeping boy. “Thank you.”She stood there, watching, and I did not have the wor

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   A RACE BACK HOME

    DAMIAN BLACKWOOD My blood ran cold, and my hands shook. The words seemed to writhe on the page, a venomous taunt. I read it again, my eyes scanning the elegant script, searching and hoping it did not mean what I imagined it did. Yet, it was there before my very eyes. A simple, brutal question that sliced through my composure like a razor.My gun, which had felt like a natural extension of my arm just moments before, now felt foreign, useless. I crumpled the note in my hand in a fit of rage, the paper tearing under the force of my grip. It was a classic taunt, a cruel game of cat and mouse where the cat was the one being led into a trap. My wife and newborn child. I had taken some men and left them at home, with only Jenny, a woman of good heart but no training in the art of survival. The thought of them, vulnerable and alone, with men who might not muster enough to attack sent a jolt of pure terror through me.I looked at my man, his face a mask of concern. "We need to get back to

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION

    DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The look of the warehouse convinced me that my answers lay there.It was a forgotten thing, a skeletal ruin of brick and shattered glass. My driver, a quiet man that was more lethal than he appeared, killed the engine three blocks away. There and then, I gave each one his orders."Some of you must stay here and keep the car running. Others spread themselves around the street and the best of you come with me. We'll be there and back in ten minutes, twenty at most. All of you be on guard. We might need to follow the car around, and you must all be ready." As I said it, I hoped it was not a lie, a foolish promise to all of them.Me and my chosen man walked the final stretch, the air growing colder as I approached, all my senses on alert. The warehouse surprisingly had guards, too, two hulking men with automatic weapons slung over their shoulders, their cigarettes hidden by the sunlight. They stood near a rusted metal door, the only entrance, and though I thought that t

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