The don’s obsession

~ Manhattan, New York. ~"Get her! Don't let her escape."Amara ran, tears streaming down her cheeks and running as quickly as her legs could take her. The men chased after her, eager to catch her and bring her back to their boss.Amara took a deep breath, coming to a stop in front of a two way street, two way street, she didn't know which way to go from there. His men could be anywhere, he owned the city, every corner of the city."Where is she? Quickly split through the streets, let's find her." One of the men chasing after her said to the others loudly. He forged forward while the others split.Amara realized there was no escape for her, she was out of breath and could not make it far enough to escape these predators.While thinking, Amara spotted the ladies gym in front of her."Thank God." She whispered. The Mafia boss's men would be unable to enter there, although they owned the city, they barely showed themselves off to the world.Amara made her way forward, eagerly stepping in

Draven was one of the under bosses who was known for his ruthless and cunningness, his smile was specially designed to deceive his enemies and make them feel they were two steps ahead.Damien was no fool, he could easily see through the cunning mask on Draven's face and he knew fully well not to trust the man or trust his antics. Damien gave Kelvin a signal, which Kelvin immediately understood."Mr. Draven, please this way. We tailored the lounge area to your taste as specified by your assistant." Kelvin remarked, leading the way up the stairs, he was quickly to throw the Russia boss assistant into the conversation to avoid being picked on.Kelvin unlike most Mafia subordinates was full of life, loved the little things of life, enjoyed doing menial things but was also cunning and blood thirsty. His simple and polished look, gave the impression of him being a fool but he was far from that.Everyone went up the stairs, while Damien soared a glare towards the other stairway. He could not

Pulling back from her, he hoisted her up and placed her on his shoulder. His presence here was no longer needed, he didn't host the charity gala, so he didn't need to be here.Amara barely had time to react before she realized she was being carried on Damien's shoulders. Snapping back to reality, Amara hit him with her hands, demanding to be let go."What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Amara muttered, yelling, she hoped she could free herself from his hold.Damien paid deaf ears to her words,climbing down the stairs regardless of her protests, and continued walking, going towards the secret exit to avoid drawing attention to himself."Someone help me! Let me go!" Amara screamed once again, hoping someone would see them leaving and save her.But who was she kidding? No one could stop the Mafia boss from taking whoever he liked, he was the boss for a reason. But she still had to try her luck, she knew she had to."You'd better stop yelling or you'll get yourself spanked and pu

I have nothing to offer you, I haven't been a bother on your part. I have stayed away from New York, so why?" Amara pressed, demanding to know the truth and the answer for her captivity.Wanting to know what she did to deserve being treated the way she was being treated. Her anger and annoyance made her fail to notice the beauty of the mansion or the house keeper standing at the side.Damien calmly sat down, without saying so much as a word. He watched as she yapped on about being treated badly and how it made her feel. If she considered whatever he was doing now, as being treated badly then as he was in for a lot of surprises."Why are you just staring at me?" Amara asked, realizing she was blabbering on and he was busy just staring at her without saying as much as a word."Sit." Damien ordered calmly, his voice filled with authority.Amara took her sit on the opposite couch, staring at him and wondering what he could possibly want to say to her."You will never again, try to raise

Kelvin’s smile slowly faded.For the first time since he stepped into the room, the weight behind Damien’s words settled heavily in his chest. This wasn’t just another job. It wasn’t business as usual. There was something darker tied to this.“Boss… with all due respect,” Kelvin began carefully, choosing his words like stepping stones over a river, “the girl… she doesn’t seem like she knows anything.”Damien’s fingers paused over the keyboard.The silence that followed was suffocating.“You think I don’t know that?” Damien asked calmly, his voice low, almost too calm. That kind of calm always made Kelvin uneasy.Kelvin swallowed. “Then why?”“Because,” Damien cut in, closing the laptop with a soft click, “innocence doesn’t erase bloodlines.”He stood up, adjusting his cufflinks as he walked toward the large window that overlooked the dark forest surrounding the mansion.“Her father thought he could disappear,” Damien continued, his reflection staring back at him through the glass. “He