All Chapters of Vended to Don Damon: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zach’s POVIn breaking news, there’s been a critical commotion, breach, and traffic jam on the New York-Vermont expressway as the Mafia boss, Damon Vyon, got into an altercation with Luca Santino, son of Aldo Santino, a newly appointed and respected officer at the New York Law District. I scoffed as the pretty brunette announcer read the news on Channel X, a warm feeling settling in my chest.The news had finally got out.“Now let’s see how you play this little challenge out, Vyon,” I sneered under my breath, digging my fingers into my pockets.“Boss,” one of my men called from behind me, and I glanced sideways, cocking a brow.“The P.I. sent these,” he said, handing me a brown envelope. After staring at it for a moment, I took the envelope from him.I opened it and looked inside to see a couple of pictures, and I hesitantly took them out, dropping the envelope on the table in front of me.I scoffed as my eyes took in the pictures of Damon Vyon and a pretty blue-eyed girl, standing

Iris’s POVI froze on the spot, my heart pounding.Gary? What was he doing on Damon’s private floor this morning?Swallowing hard, I gathered my clothes tighter around my arms and stood up straighter. “Good morning to you too, Gary,” I bit out, and resumed my steps, walking briskly away from him.“I’m just here to ask if you will be going to the academy today,” he said, maintaining a safe distance behind me as he followed quietly.I was a little confused. Why wasn’t he asking why I had come out of Damon’s room? Why wasn’t he coming to check what I had in my arms? But then, it was none of his business.“The boss sent me,” he added, and my heart skipped. Damon sent him? Where was he, by the way? Why did he think to disappear first, the moment he woke up? Did he not care to explain what last night had meant, or talk about it?I didn’t even think I wanted to…I was soon at my door, and just before I pushed it in and disappeared behind it, I turned to Gary, clearing my throat.“Yes, Gary,”

Damon’s POV“Where is he?! Damon Vyon!”I turned slowly towards the direction of the door, to see Aldo Santino barging through the doorway, his face red and puffy with pure rage.Jacob moved to grab his gun from his holster, and I signaled him to stand back, deciding to watch the scene play out.But the moment Aldo’s eyes fell on Luca, who was still standing too close to me, he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of confusion and disturbing calm washing over his face.“L-Luca?” He stuttered, squinting and drawing forward to have a close look at his son. Couldn’t the man recognize his son at a glance?The extensive background check we’d run on Aldo had brought up Luca as his son and only family left, and I suddenly understood why he’d been at that house that particular day Iris and I had bumped into him.I glanced over at Luca to see he was glaring at his father, his jaw ticking. He didn’t look as surprised to see his father as the reverse was.“What are you doing here?” Aldo demanded,

Iris’s POVI walked into the glass building that looked like a corporate firm, my heart racing at the thought of seeing Damon again soon after the night we’d just stared.And unexpectedly.I wondered what his reaction would be. Happy? Surprised? Angry? Confused?He wasn’t expecting me, so it would be more on the surprised side…Or maybe angry? A bit of both? Confused?God. What was I even doing here? Was I thinking straight at all? Was showing up at his office like this, unannounced, a good idea?For all I knew, they could be planning to butcher someone now or were already doing so. But maybe in the darkroom.But here I was, stupidly running to interrupt them. Maybe. Allegedly.Oh, Iris. What is wrong with you?Meanwhile, Aguero scurried after me, his pleas to turn around and go back home falling on deaf ears.I’d intimidated him into driving me to wherever Damon was, and it turned out to be that he was in one of his criminal-front firms.No one that saw this firm would believe that D

Damon’s POV“I’ve been avoiding you? Who?”I glared down at the fierce little petal that stood in a challenging posture, pouting her lips.“Well isn’t it obvious?” She blasted back, also stepping closer towards me. “You haven’t come home for days now, heading to a week, just after you did all those things to me. Why? And you even left me that cute note and made me breakfast in bed! Why do you do all that when you don’t like seeing me or having me around you? Why do you keep swaying me?!”I was swaying her? What did she mean?“Was that why you came here?” I demanded, watching her closely. “Because you were missing me?”A blush crept into her cheeks at the question, and she looked away, taking a step backward.“No,” she snapped.I shrugged, “All alright, then.” “So you’re hungry,” I continued, closing the distance between us, “and so I am. What do we do?”“W-what?” She spluttered, seemingly confused.Good, she wasn’t getting the hint.“How about I eat you first,” I started, leaning into