Todos os capítulos de The Kingpin's Captive (Omegaverse): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Castiel’s P.O.V The room was stifling. No matter how much I breathe, it feels like there’s never enough air. Damien’s hand presses down hard on the back of my neck, and I can feel the heat of his breath right behind my ear. His grip was firm—possessive—and yet it carried that same carelessness I’ve come to hate. Like I belong to him, like I’m just something to be used.And the worst part? I was starting to crave it; I was starting to want his calloused hands on me, taking me in ways I had never imagined before. Damien’s fingers twist through my hair, yanking me down before I even think of resisting. My knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and I wince at the pain that spreads through my legs. His smirk curls in satisfaction above me. The weight of humiliation crushes me before he even says a word. “Open up,” he orders casually, his tone laced with impatience. My eyes went there, to his cock straining through his pants, my mouth going dry.“Can you not do anything properly?” Damien

Castiel’s P.O.V I raised both hands, palms out, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "I wasn’t sneaking around. I swear. I just—" I paused, scrambling to find the right words. "I just came out for some air. I haven’t been here long, and I couldn’t sleep." The man in the pool didn’t move, floating lazily in the water, his sharp gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence pressed down on me like a weight, making my throat tighten. "I... I work here now," I added quickly, trying to fill the uncomfortable gap. "It’s been a rough day, and I needed a break…so I came out for some air." For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to respond. Then, with a sudden, smooth motion, he swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water in one effortless move. That’s when I saw it—the resemblance. Even before he

Castiel’s P.O.V As Stephan and I prepared for our visit to one of Damien's clients, a sense of anxiety settled over me like a heavy blanket. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that bit at my insides, knowing all too well the dangers that awaited us.As we made our way to the client's location, Stephan's voice broke through the silence, his tone grave. "Whatever you do, Castiel, don't pity these people," he warned, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Some of them may seem deserving of mercy, but the man we're visiting today is not one of them."I furrowed my brow in confusion, struggling to understand what Stephan meant by that. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't we show him mercy if he needs it?"Stephan sighed, his expression weary. "Some might deserve mercy, but this guy? He doesn’t." He explained. "He's crossed Damien and his family one too many times, and now it's time for him to pay the price."The gravity of Stephan's

Castiel’s P.O.V Hours had passed since the chaos of the chase, yet here I was, back at the mansion, sitting on the cold floor of my room, lost in my thoughts. The silence around me felt oppressive, like a heavy blanket pressing down on my chest. I leaned back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but all I could see were flashes of the day’s events playing over and over in my mind.The moment the van had crashed was etched into my memory. The sickening sound of metal crumpling, the way the explosion had shaken the whole road. I could still see the smoke and the fire, the panic on everyone’s face who had witnessed the accident.And then, just like that, it was over. A life lost, snuffed out in an instant because of everything that had spiraled out of control today.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the images, but they lingered like a bad dream. The woman, the notorious gambler, had finally paid for her crimes, but at what cost? Two people had died because of our

Castiel’s P.O.V The cold water hit my face like a slap, shocking my system as Damien’s hand pressed me hard against the bathroom counter. I gasped, sputtering as droplets ran down my cheeks and into my collar. His grip on the back of my neck was unrelenting, fingers digging in just enough to remind me how much control he had.He leaned close, his voice low and sharp. “You think it’s fun trying to disobey me, Castiel?”I jerked my head away from the stream of water, blinking furiously to clear my eyes. “I wasn’t disobeying you,” I muttered, shivering from both the water and his presence. “I was just trying to state my opinion.”He scoffed, the sound cold and mocking. “Your opinion?” Damien’s fingers tightened, dragging me upright so I had to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and unwavering, full of the kind of danger that left no room for argument. “You&rs