Semua Bab Midnight Phantom: Bab 91 - Bab 100

[Cara] Damon’s attention snaps on me, his grip on my arms tightens, and his dark gaze narrows.“You told him to come here?”Is he blind or something? Can’t he see that I am as flabbergasted as he is?“Are you mad? Why would I call him here?”Gaping, I pushed him away from me and put quite a distance between each other before I decided to smother him right here and now.Damon tilted his head, regarding me, with a hardened stare of incredulity. “Why wouldn’t you?”I snorted in mock outrage, crossed my arms, and pretended not to hear his allegations before shifting my attention to Davien.“Let him in,” I say, immediately earning vicious retaliation from the two of them.“What? Are you fucking mad?” While Davien keeps his mouth shut, which is very brilliant of him. Damon, on the other hand, did not take it lightly. I could see the angry veins at the side of his temple poking out in contempt.I know it may sound crazy, and letting a FED inside a mafia boss’s liar isn’t that much of a good

[Cara]The dread has been filling me these past few hours after Nancy’s gone missing.Transient happiness brimmed me when mom came in. Though I was not expecting Simone’a appearance for tonight, his presence right now is greatly appreciated, and I could tell that it helped Aunt Margarette a little to be surrounded by those people she knew she could rely on.After the loss of his husband due to ruptured aneurysm years ago, Nancy was all she had left. Aunt Margarette and mom had been close friends before I was born. It was the right decision for me to make mom come over, aside from the fact that I mainly wanted her so that I could make sure she was alright. Aunt Margarette desperately needed emotional support to help her get through these dark times.We all needed each other.I could say Damon did not approve of this. He even treated Simone poorly. But somehow, I managed him to agree, even if this meant submitting myself to him completely.I mean, he may have already taken a lot from m

[Cara]I could taste the bitter tension thick in the air, while my mom’s clammy hands gripped into mine tightly. I rub my thumb over the inside of her wrist, trying to calm her down. I need to act as if I am not scared, when in fact, I am. I know I am making a hasty decision and threats were prowling near us. But I just can’t take it anymore. I already have enough of everything and all I wanted to do is to save Nancy from wherever hellhole she might be now.Damon’s booming footsteps catch on us, and not a second later he appeared right in front of me. He looks like he was about to snap, but was hanging on a threat of patience left in him not to kill us all.That’s right. How could I ever forget that this man is a cold-blooded killer?How can I ever trust him with my life when he himself has already taken the lives of countless others without showing the slightest bit of remorse for his actions? For all I know, he doesn’t really have a plan for saving Nancy and was only trying to gasl

[3rd POV—Davien]Davien watched Damon inside their torture room behind the thick glass wall. Flinging, throwing, kicking, and smashing everything he can get his hands on. He was screaming nonstop for hours and his hands were already bleeding from punching the wall and tearing the room apart.Ever since Cara left the mansion with that FED guy, Damon simply lost all control and turn feral. Davien couldn’t even control him anymore. Three men are dead because he beat the shit out of them. He basically turns into a beast the moment his beauty was gone. Davien didn’t know what to do with his brother anymore. It upsets him that they didn’t know where Burson had taken Nancy and now Cara knew about everything, she’s gone too.This is one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to get attached to someone that would soon leave him. Davien admits felt a twitch with Nancy and it made him so mad to find out she’s gone missing. If he doesn’t know how to control his emotions just like Damon, he would have

[Snow] One thing that I am glad about with human biological imprints is that no matter how stressed and hurt a person can be, the body knows when to rest and shut everything off, letting me sleep dreamlessly.The following day, feather-light caresses roused me up. At first, in my half-asleep state, I thought it was Damon, considering how many times he had disrupted me in the middle of my sleep. But then, I would immediately recognize his touch. His palm was rough, and his hand was heavy. This one is the exact opposite. Smooth and light like the angel’s touch or like one from a mother.Just like that, a melody of a voice drifted into my ears, making me instantly smile before I got to open my eyes. “Hey, sweetie, good morning.”“Mom.” Her smiling face was the first thing I saw, and I prayed to God I wasn’t dreaming, and I was indeed with my mother. It was not even a minute before dread spiraled down my spine and settled on the bottom pit of my gut when I remembered how the conversatio