Alison
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.
We had been driving for hours, heading down the path that led out of the city. I was beginning to feel uneasy.
The stranger’s dark eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror. “The Highlands,” he said simply.
“The Highlands?” I asked.
“My home,” he added, offering no further explanation.
Finally we pulled into a long, winding driveway. Guards were stationed outside, and they bowed their hands when he stepped out.
“Damien!” A man called out walking in our direction, and I saw the stranger look his way.
‘So that was his name?’ I thought to myself.
“I thought you were dead,” The man continued. “You didn’t pick up my calls or reply to my messages.”
“I had things to handle.” Damien said, in a firm tone.
The man’s brows furrowed. “By things, you mean a bimbo?” He jerked his head in my direction, his scornful gaze raking over me.
“The girl isn’t the reason I disappeared for days Hugh,” Damien replied evenly. “Our paths crossed by chance. Though, it turned out to be a good thing—she helped me get the watch.”
The man who Damien had referred to as Hugh looked shocked. “You must be kidding me!”
“I’m dead serious,” Damien said, his lips curving into a faint smirk. He turned to me, holding out his hand expectantly. “The watch. Now.”
I hesitated, but his piercing gaze left no room for argument. Reluctantly, I reached into my pocket and handed it over.
Damien held it up triumphantly, a victorious grin spreading across his face. He turned back to the man, whose expression softened into a matching smile.
“We’ve won,” Hugh said.
“Damn right,” Damien replied, the smirk on his face deepening.
Hugh slapped Damien on the back. “We need to celebrate.”
“Of course!” Damien agreed, his eyes cold as they shifted back to me. “Follow me,” he ordered.
I followed silently as Damien led me into the estate. The towering stone walls seemed to close in around me, and I couldn’t ignore the guards stationed at every corner. Each one bowed their head as Damien passed.
‘Who was this dude?’ I wondered. ‘And why were they so happy about a watch?’
Damien stopped walking turning to look at one of the guard standing near the door. “Inform everyone to meet me at hall immediately. I have something important to announce.”
When we reached the grand hall, the room was filled with men who rose to their feet at Damien’s arrival.
“I have good news,” Damien announced.
“I know you all have been worried about my disappearance but I’m here to inform you that. It was all for a good cause. I have been able to get hold of the Santiago’s priced position.”
He held up the watch. “With this, we are about to crush our rivals.”
The room erupted in cheers, the men raising their glasses and pounding their fists on the tables.
I stood awkwardly at the edge of the room feeling out of place.
Where these people some gang of thieves?
Damien suddenly turned to me, dragging me forward with a firm grip. His touch was unsettlingly warm, and I hated the way my body stiffened under it.
“This is the woman who made it possible,” Damien declared, holding my arm up slightly.
“So tonight, my boys we celebrate, because victory is already ours.”
The men cheered again, some raising their glasses toward me. I managed a weak smile, unsure whether I should feel flattered or frightened.
Damien’s hand lingered on mine for a moment before he let go.
“Hey!” I called out to him, as I saw him walk away.
I had a lot to ask him and a lot to say. So I decided to follow him.
When I got out of the hall Damien was gone. It was like he vanished.
“You must be looking for Damien,” a voice said behind me. I turned to see a tall girl with redhead and blue eyes.
I nodded hesitantly. “Yes, do you know where he is?”
A sly smile crept across her face. “I can help you find him. Follow me.”
I followed her down a series of corridors. But when we reached a dark room. I felt weird.
“Where are we?” I asked, my voice trembling.
The girl's smile twisted into a sneer. “The dungeon.”
She waved her hand at the guards stationed at the entrance. “Leave us.”
The guards obeyed without question, and the moment the door closed, she turned on me. Grabbing my hair, she yanked me forward and slapped me hard across the face.
“So, you think you can waltz in here and take my place as the leading lady?” she spat, dragging me further into the dungeon.
I struggled against her grip. “I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!”
“Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.”
Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.”
My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.
“You should leave the Highlands,” she snarled, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Or you’ll end up like the skeletons behind you.”
She shoved me toward a pile of bones in the corner, their sight making my stomach churn. Before I could respond, she heard approaching footsteps, and she ran.
Moments later, Damien appeared, his eyes narrowing as he spotted me on the ground.
“What are you doing here?” he asked,
I winced, my cheek still throbbing from the slap. “I… I was looking for you.”
“You look like you got into a fight but that doesn’t matter. I have a job to do.”
I Ignored his words. “Are you the leader of the santos?”
“So the people have told you about me or did you go asking around?”
“I need to know if it’s true Damien.” I asked, not lifting my gaze off him.
“And they also told you my name.” He said.
“I want answers to my question. Are you really part of the mafia.”
He moved closer. His dark eyes weren’t so frightening as he leaned forward, placing his lips close to my ears.
“Disobey me and find out.” He whispered.
“I don’t mind taking the chance.” I managed to say.
“I wouldn’t be giving you that chance.” His voice rose. “Now, come you have a job to do.”
“I’m not here to work for you.” I said. “I don’t want to be involved with a mafia.”
“It’s too late.”
Before I could speak, he yanked my forward, dragging me into a room.
“Strip!” He said after shutting the door. “Now!”
Alison Damien didn’t look stunned.Those piercing blue eyes—God, the same ones I had tried so hard to forget—locked onto me, wide with disbelief. Not a single word came out of his mouth at first. He just stood there, staring at me like he didn’t quite believe I was real. And I hated that a part of me wanted to reach out, trace the shape of his lips, and kiss him right there. But I didn’t. The anger buried deep inside me kept my hands still. I had suffered too much to fall for that face again. “You’re lying,” he finally said, in a firm voice.I shook my head slowly, fingers tightening around my car keys. “I’m not. I’m getting married. I don’t want anything to do with you, Damien.” His brows pulled together like the truth tasted bitter. Then he said, “You’re only saying this to push me away.” I didn’t respond. “I had Pronto keep an eye on you these past few months,” he said. “He never said anything about a wedding. No rings. No venues. No guy. So tell me—who is he, Alison?
Damien Hernando’s funeral was a week ago. The cold air around the estate still lingered like a ghost that refused to leave. Everyone was mourning, including me—but I couldn’t let the grief take me down. Not when I had men depending on me. Hernando wouldn’t have wanted me to crumble. He would’ve wanted me to lead. That morning, I stood outside the estate where all the men had gathered. Their eyes were heavy, some red from tears, some tired from the weight of loss. “I know we’re all still hurting,” I began, my voice was firm as I spoke. “Hernando was more than a boss. He was family. He was the kind of man who looked after his people, protected what was his, and kept the streets clean in his way.” They listened, quietly, not a single word spoken. “Before he passed, he made it clear that Raul and I would take over operations. That’s not something I take lightly. I know some of you are scared—scared for your jobs, and your future. But I swear to you… I won’t fail. Not him. Not you.”
Alison The soft beeping of the monitor was the first thing I heard. It echoed in the quiet room, and that sound pulled me back from the darkness. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the white ceiling above me. I was in a hospital. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my side. My hand reached instinctively to the source and I winced. Then everything came rushing back. The gunshot. Edwardo. The pain. I gasped, my heart racing. Damien. Where was Damien? Was he hurt? Was he alive? The last thing I remembered was Raul’s face before everything went black. My thoughts were spinning when the door opened. A doctor walked in, clipboard in hand, a small, relieved smile on his face. “Mrs. Jones,” he said gently. “You’re awake. That’s good.” I looked at him, my throat dry. “How long… how long have I been here?” “A day,” he replied, walking to the side of my bed. He checked the IV drip, adjusted a few wires, and then looked back at me. “You’re stable now. You’ll be able to go h
Damien The minute the elevator door slid open with a metallic hiss, my eyes locked onto Edwardo. He stood there like a ghost from a nightmare, arms folded, a smug grin tugging at his scarred lips.“Well, well,” he said, with a bitter tone. “Long time no see, Damien.”My brows furrowed in disgust. I took a slow step forward. “Get out of my way, Edwardo. Or else.”He chuckled. “Or else what? You gonna shoot me right here, man?”Without a word, I nodded. His smile faded just a bit, but he held his ground.“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, stepping closer. “You shoot me, and you're finished. You’re gonna regret that.”“I don’t regret anything,” I growled.In one smooth motion, he reached inside his coat and pulled out his gun. I didn’t flinch. I drew mine too, with a steady hand and a raging heart.Edwardo smirked. “When I finally kill you, you’re going to end up with your woman in hell.”My heart slammed against my ribs. “Don’t you dare mention her?”“Why shouldn’t I? Don’t I have the right
Damien I followed Aiden closely, never letting him out of my sight.He was fast, pushing through the deeper part of the building, but I stayed on his heels. My footsteps echoed behind him. My heart pounded with anger which had clearly blinded me.“You’re not getting out of here easily,” I warned, with a growl in my voice. “This is your last day on earth.”Aiden laughed without even turning around. “You think your stupid little plan is going to work?” he shouted back. “I promise you, brother, you and that fucked-up wife of mine just dug your own grave.”I gritted my teeth. “You don’t get to call her that.”He laughed again. “I don’t regret a damn thing.”“You know what amuses me in all this is that I didn’t see through her facade. I should have discovered that there was no way that she could have made you fall in love without you trapping her with your charms. I blame that on myself. If I had known earlier I wouldn’t have welcomed her back to my home I would have killed her on the spo
Alison I took a deep breath and stepped forward.My heels clicked against the floor as I made my way toward the stage. It wasn’t a long walk, but it felt like the longest I’d ever taken. My heart pounded inside my chest. Every step felt heavy like I was walking through water.The crowd’s chatter dimmed as I got closer. When I finally climbed the steps and stepped onto the podium, the bright lights hit my face. I blinked against them but didn’t stop. My eyes found Aiden’s immediately.He was confused. He didn’t know what to do at that point and weirdly so did I.He mouthed something and when I didn’t leave he used my lack of obedience as an opportunity to swoon some of the people who were definitely doubting him after that protest happened.Then Damien’s voice came through the earpiece in my ear. “That’s my girl,” he said. “You’ve got this. Remember act according to the plan.”I swallowed the lump in my throat. My hands were slightly shaking, but I didn’t let it weigh me down. Not n
DamienThe day of Aiden’s downfall had finally arrived.I stared at myself in the mirror, the blood in my veins pumping faster than ever. My heart was racing, adrenaline rushing like a current. A coy smile stretched across my lips as I straightened the collar of my suit, then turned slightly to Alison.“Are you ready?” I asked.She gave a firm nod. “I’ve been ready.”We were both dressed in the disguises Raul had given us. Alison looked unrecognizable in her elegant red gown, with a lace mask hiding half her face. Her hair was styled perfectly, giving her the look of a high-society socialite. I wore a matching tux with a half-mask that gave me the air of someone powerful, someone untouchable.Moments later, Raul entered the room, fully geared and focused. “Let’s go. Time is ticking.”We didn’t hesitate. We followed him down the hallway and out of the safehouse. My steps slowed a little as we reached the staircase—my mind was racing again.The past two days had been torture. Hernando’s
Damien “I need you to choose between me or the gang!” Immediately those words left Alison’s mouth, I felt like a tornado was wrecking through every thought in my mind.I turned slowly, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What?” I asked, almost not believing what I’d just heard.Alison stood a few feet away from me, arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her eyes were glassy, her lips pressed together, and her jaw trembled like she was holding back everything just to stay upright.“I said…” she swallowed hard, “…I need you to choose. Me, or this life filled with blood and danger.”I stared at her, stunned. “Why are you talking like this?”“Because I’m scared, Damien.” Her voice cracked. “I’m terrified of waking up and finding out you’ve been shot, or ambushed, or… or worse. You think I don’t see what’s happening? Every time you walk out that door, I don’t know if you’re coming back. This is the only way I know how to keep you.”“You’re giving me an ultimatum.” I shook my head. I felt like
Damien I stepped into the camera store with my cap pulled low, huffing my face perfectly. The inside smelled like old wires. A young man stood behind the desk, distractedly scrolling on a tablet. He looked up, mildly alarmed by my sudden presence.“I’m looking for your manager,” I said, voice cold, even.He blinked. “Uh... he’s not around right now.”I glanced through the window, where a black SUV I recognized from surveillance was parked out front. I turned back to him slowly.“Funny,” I said, cocking my head. “His SUV is outside.”“He... he left the car. He’s somewhere—” he stammered, but I cut him off. I pulled out my gun, the cold steel gleaming under the shop’s LED lighting.“I’m not going to ask again. Get your manager. Or I’ll paint this floor with your brains.”The guy went white. He swallowed hard and nodded, lips sealed in fear as he hurried through a side door. I turned and paced the store, scanning shelves lined with digital surveillance gear—HD cams, bugs, motion detect