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THE STRIKE
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Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance GET OUT
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD“That's not me,” her voice rang out. “Is it not?” I asked her, trying my best to ensure that the smile on my face remained despite the furnace burning inside of me. Then I pressed another button on the remote and the image on the screen changed, giving way for another one to come on display.“That's—” she began.“You and your lover?” I snarled.I don't know how or where you got that, but it's not what you think," she broke in, her voice cracking. "Damian, hear me out—”“Hear what?” I asked her.She rushed towards me, stopping only right before me, the panic on her face deeply glaring. “I don't know where you got that from, but that's not me. It's not even real.”Her words were a spark to my fuse, and I wondered how much of a fool she thought I was. The very images I had kept and stared at for weeks, that I had taken all that time to realize that they were real and she was actually cheating. She planned to deny them, and just like that…In one swift motion, I struck
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance EXPOSURE
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The pictures burned at me every time I saw them after Vincent first handed them to me.For days after that, I would lock myself in, and stare at them for hours on end. Then I would go out and stare at the woman outside, the one that was my wife. I found it difficult to reconcile the images with the woman outside, and continued to wonder why exactly she would dare to do such a thing to me. What had given her the nerve? Who was the man even?I slowly descended into madness, and if she noticed it, she gave no indication. She continued to be the perfect wife, a good one too, and watching her do this annoyed me even more. I would sit up and stare at her sleeping form, grappling with the idea of strangling her or simply shooting her dead. But I couldn't. I, a man who had killed many others, could not do away with Eleanor Blackwood.That was when I decided that I wanted to humiliate her. The ideas came quickly, and I could see it happening in my mind's eye. I would show ev
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance HEAVY WEIGHT
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The envelope had weighed like a rock in my hands, its presence heavy. Vincent's words rang in my head, every one of them cutting through the life I'd imagined. Eleanor. My Eleanor. The woman I loved, the woman I'd possessed, walking away to some nobody's place, opening up for a man who didn't belong to me. The pictures Vincent had sent me seared my fingertips, and I couldn't resist rifling through them, each one a new wound. Her smile in another's arms, her face pressed to his-it was she, no doubt about it. The panty he'd gotten his spy to steal, that lacy number I knew so intimately, was in the envelope like a nail in the coffin.I reclined in the café chair, the frail wood groaning beneath me, and attempted to gasp for air through the fury tearing up my throat. Weeks. She'd been pulling this for weeks, and I'd failed to notice. Me, Damian, the guy who controlled everything, who was aware of every scheme in that damned town of Vieuti. I was the one who all feared,
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance THE WAIT
VINCENT MOREAU "I followed her," I told him, my tone even. "She has been dating him for some time now, and he does not live in this town, which is logical because everyone in Vieuti is scared enough of you to mess with your wife. I found that they would always meet in the same place... in his house, at the same time... in your absence. I crept in close enough to get the photos, and I had my spy steal the panty... it's a simple house belonging to a poor man after all, and bring it back to you so you would make sure it was her. You know I don't play for errors."He snorted, but it was not a sound of disbelief, but of revulsion. "Weeks," he growled, to himself rather than to me. "And I didn't know about it.""You weren't supposed to," I shrugged, almost amused. "She was careful enough to make sure it was with someone outside Vieuti. But not careful enough to escape my watch."He fell into silence, looking at the pictures again and silently slipping them through his hands. I could almos
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance THE STRIKE
VINCENT MOREAU Three months later, I thought enough time had passed for me to strike.It was why I sat facing Damian across a grimy café on the outskirts of Vieuti, in the kind of hastily set-up establishment where the coffee tasted bitter and the customers kept their eyes on their own business. If they took note of Damian, no one gave any sign or indication.The envelope I had with me in my hand was thicker than it should have been, full of glossy snaps and something I'd gone to considerable effort to acquire. The plan had worked quite well so far, and with all deliberation, as I'd promised myself that night when I snuck out of their house while they were both confused over where the other was, Eleanor's underwear in my pocket like a trophy. I had sniffed it for so long that it started to smell less like her and more like cotton, which was when I decided that it was time to deliver now, if I wanted her. Damian sat on the other side of me, looking far worse than I had expected. His
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance UNCERTAIN
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The silence of those three months was a cage, and I was the animal pacing around in it. I found how much of nothing that happened amazing. There were no new messages. No suspicious characters to be seen lurking around on my high-end cameras. No new bits of news from Vincent's spy circle. The fake number never messaged again and rather remained a phantom, assigned to a burner phone that might have been turned to ash. The stillness made me believe that my empire-a legacy formed from decades of Black and Blackwood family heirlooms while being built upon blood, toil, and bargains that made lesser men tremble-was intact, but there remained at the same time the cold press of an intangible knife against my throat. Still, I prepared and waited to see what would happen, refusing to let down my guard. I had never been a man to sit idly while waiting. I was Damian Blackwood, and I suffocated threats before they dared to inhale.Eleanor, my wife, was a ghost in those three mo
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance OUESTIONS
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD For a while, we were both quiet, neither saying nothing at all. And even Vincent's voice spoke again, it had turned cold. "You think it's related to your investments... Or mine?"I didn't answer the question right away. The notion had been circling in my brain ever since I found proof on Eleanor. Our business-my business with Vincent as an investor-was not spotless. We took high-risk investments in the things we did, and over the past five years he had helped me reinforce the power of my empire. Now, if his thoughts were right, then our deal was as well coming into danger. "It's possible," I thought, until I thought of it from another angle. "We've made enemies, you more so than me. But this is too close. Too personal. They didn't just attack me-they attacked Eleanor. Why?"Again, no one said anything, and we were together in silence again, so that I could almost hear the gears churning in his head. "Let's review. The text-what exactly did it say?"I got out the m
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance TERROR
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The gun in my hand was heavy.I had used many kinds of guns over the years, but this was one that particularly weighed me down, holding me to the chaos that had erupted in our home while having nothing to do with its weight. For all I knew, I had had many enemies like my father before me, but none had dared to come close to our home, both during his time and during mine. None at all.As much as I tried to keep myself in control, my heart kept on racing, the adrenaline rush that had come from tearing through the bedroom like a psychopath while searching for whatever clues that could have been left still in my veins. From where Eleanor stood by her dresser, her fingers dancing around the edge of the drawer she'd just opened, I could see that her face was pale but had somehow managed to be serene. Too serene, maybe. I could see the questions churning in her eyes, which I guessed were the same ones bubbling in my own. Someone had lured her out of the house, while making
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance PANIC
ELEANOR SINCLAIR The outside air was bracing as I rushed through it, late autumn biting sharply at my exposed arms in the dress I had specially worn to please my now enraged husband, who was waiting. I tied up my coat and started off, my mind whirling with questions. Once again, I checked the number, and it was his. It had to have been sent to me in error, and it was going to be cleared up the moment she got home. The only thing that frightened me about it was that Damian hardly ever made such mistakes, and he would have checked it if it were her fault. As time went on and he did not call her again, she became more and more convinced that he truly did not send it. It was the one thing that bit at her.If Damian didn't send the message, who did, and why? On his phone, as well...The road was deserted as I stopped the only taxi in sight, the golden light of the afternoon fading into nothingness while being replaced by the streetlights that glowed as I passed through. My phone felt he
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