Vended to Don Damon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Damon’s POVI tipped off the guard at my private hangar in New York, as we walked towards where the car was parked a little away, Iris on my arm.I had insisted she hold on after our meal back at Philadelphia, and throughout the helicopter ride back, and although she’d seemed shy at first, she’d gotten comfortable somewhere among the line.We got to the car and Marcus, who had come to drive us home, held the car door open. I guided her inside and followed her.“Welcome back, boss,” Marcus greeted me with a slight nod of his head, peeking at me from the rearview mirror.I gave him a curt nod in response. “Take us to the manor,” I instructed.As the car eased into motion, I glanced over at Iris, who looked out the windows, a peaceful expression on her face.Was she at ease with me now? It seemed so, but only a little bit.Little, was better than nothing at all.“So,” I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention, “I hope you enjoyed your day,” I continued, trying to make a conversati

“Let me go!” He screamed, flailing his hands and legs in the air as he was carried in the arms of hefty, scar-faced men, who didn’t act like they even heard his desperate screams.“I want to go back home! Please! I hate this place! I hate all of you!”He looked around, wondering where he was being taken. Were those…garage doors?What were they doing at the garage?“I would advise that you’d better shut your trap, boy,” one of them bit out in a clipped tone. “The Shiv doesn’t like whining boys like you.”“I don’t care about the Shiv, or whatever you call him! I just want to get out of—“The boy was still speaking when he was suddenly thrown to the floor, inside the dark, musty space, which he suspected to be the garage.The slippery floor swiped him further away from the men, and he only came to a stop when he rammed into something metal.“Ouch!” He cried, massaging his forehead.Just then, a single, yellow light bulb came on in the center of the garage, and the boy’s vision blurred fo

Damon’s POVI stared at Luca, who stood with his legs spread wide apart in front of the garage.“Where do you think I’m off to?” I sneered, stepping away from the motorbike, towards him. “Any idea?”He shrugged, smirking. “Probably off to kill someone, I don’t know. I don’t care. Just, take me with you. Maybe I’d learn a thing or two from you?”“And why would I take you with me if I was truly going to murder someone?” I queried, stepping closer to him. “What business do you have with that? Do you think you can stand the sight?”“I would love to try,” he replied, squaring his shoulders and stepping up close towards me.“Look, this is not a game,” I spat, gripping the helmet between my fingers. “It’s not for boys like you. Plus, I wouldn’t like to get involved with you any further. I have issues with your father and—““That,” he interrupted, stepping closer to me, “is exactly why I want to get involved with you.”“What?”What was he on about?“What do you mean? What are you talking abou

Damon’s POV“Hey!” I signaled to Luca, snapping my fingers at him to catch his attention.He tore his gaze from the disarrayed situation of the room, looking over to me.“Go into the bathroom and get me a pail of water, or something,” I ordered in a fierce whisper, whipping my gaze back to the sleeping woman on the bed.“Me?”I turned around to see Luca still standing there, pointing a finger at himself.What is wrong with him?“Of course it’s you, Luca,” I bit out in an exasperated tone. “Is there someone else standing behind you? Someone I can’t see? And is this how you want to join the mafia? We don’t recruit reclutz like you, man.”“But what do you need water for—““Just do as I said, Luca,” I interrupted, “I didn’t bring you here to be a headache to me, alright?”Sighing and grumbling, he walked out of the room and I turned to glare down at Anne Teresa, who still hadn’t moved an inch despite all the harsh whispers that had been flying around.She looked wasted, and old…How on ea

Damon’s POVIt was six a.m. when I rolled the motorbike out of Anne Teresa’s deserted neighborhood, Luca holding on behind my back.I ground my teeth, biting down on the pain that tore across my lower abdomen, as Luca held down on the knife injury on the right side of my stomach that was gushing a lot of blood.“Are you sure you can ride this?” Luca queried from behind me, apprehension setting in his tone. “I think we should just call a cab or something.”“It’s either you ride the bike, or I do,” I bit out, trying to see past the early morning fog through the helmet. “We’re not taking any damn cab.”“It’s not like I can ride a bike,” he replied, “and you’re not exactly in the best position to ride this one well,” he continued shrugging behind me. “So we have no choice.”“We have a choice,” I retorted, “and that is me, riding the goddamn bike. Now shut up and just press down on the injury. If you would.”I swerved the bike onto the next corner just then, tilting us a bit to the ground,