DAMON I watched as Miss Selena's lips grew into a smile. My response seemed to delight her greatly. "This is awesome," she said excitedly. "We should celebrate." "What's there to celebrate?" I grumbled from where I was. "I am not doing this because I find your offer interesting. No, working with a gang leader has never been my plan. I am doing this to protect my family." "You might as well think that you are doing it for the money," Selena spoke. "You don't have to be so hard on yourself especially now that you have two good-paying jobs." "Isn't my life so great?" I asked, a sarcastic tone in my voice. "Damon Jones," the thickness of her voice snapped me out of my complaining state. "I gave you a choice, so stop making it seem like I forced you to do this. You can decide to change your decision now before we sign a contract." "There's a contract?" My brows lifted accordingly as my nagging side disappeared instantly. "Why?" She crossed her arms. "Did you think you would work for

DAMON It all happened so fast. One minute, Selena said something about rules. The next, Camilla was being dragged out of the door by a hefty man who rushed into the room like he had been set ablaze. "Follow me," Selena had ordered sternly and I had no choice but to do so. Even if I wanted to resist, the look in her eyes and the firmness in her voice was enough warning for me. So, as I tried to remain calm, I followed Selena whose sight was trained intently on Camilla. Camila was so close to being dragged on the floor like a dirty rag as the tall, buffy man pulled her along mercilessly. I felt bad for her for a minute but when I recalled how forceful she was earlier, I just hoped that moment wouldn't escalate into a rigorous and bloody one. Soon, after many steps were taken, we were far into the exquisite building and away from the noisy party on the ground floor. My steps soon came to a halt as I watched the man open a door on the right. It was one of the many doors on the lon

DAMON If we were in an amination, my feet would have probably made a screeching sound as I suddenly halted my steps. My eyes widened instantly as Selena’s statement sunk into my mind. What? A mission in an hour? Whatever happened to being a Mafia Photographer? Right… This is why one shouldn’t trust any mafia leader, pretty or not. They are all full of deceit. At least, she could have mentioned my full job description before waving the ‘another gang is after your life’ card in front of me. As I sighed deeply, I decided to say something. But, before I could utter a word, Miss Selena got up from her seat and said, "You will be going to Poblacion’s east dockside. We have received information that one of our rivals Malik, is getting a consignment of gold next week. I need you to fetch information from the executioner of this plan." See… Never trust a mafia leader. “Uh… Selena…” I watched as she grabbed a remote from her desk. “We didn’t talk about this. You never mentioned-” A whi

DAMON As I stepped into the cabin, I was instantly amazed. The brilliant use of wood made the room stand out in a way that bested ordinary apartments. The area I was in had two white couches filling its space. I could see another door where masculine voices came from. While I took a quick look at the walls and floor, I was once again amazed by the beauty of the wood used. If only I was with my camera, it would have been lovely to work with such a sight. Before I advanced toward the next room, I made sure to check for appropriate positions to place the tiny devices that Lucius would be coming in to install. "Where is our drink anyway?" I heard a voice request loudly from the other room and with haste, I grabbed one of the buckets and entered the room which was bigger and filled with more furniture including a single-sized bed that looked exquisite without trying hard. I did not miss how well-lit the room was thanks to the natural light peeping past the windows. As my eyes landed

SELENA My hands felt weird from holding his wet collar but I didn't drop my hold. As I stared into his eyes some more, I began to feel the gentle yet burning air that escaped his nostrils. That little emission caressed my skin the best way it could, the same way his wet chest couldn't help but stay glued to my body. "What?" I heard him ask in response to the statement I dared to utter. I was about to pull his collar tighter to ensure that his attention was firmly on me when he found a way out of my hold and pushed me away while my feet stumbled one or two steps backward. "You heard me." My jaws were clenched at that point as I watched disapproval perch on his fine face which I find myself staring at in awe from time to time. "I want us to be fuck buddies." "Why? What sort of ridiculous suggestion is that? How can you be so reckless with such words?" My lips almost curled into a smile. There was something about Damon Jones questioning my words that just drove me insane. Each time