All Chapters of Vended to Don Damon: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Damon’s POVThe car had barely pulled in front of the department store when we rushed out, Jacob and I.The call he’d received had been from the financial secretary, with news about a theft in the store.A complete sweep of the finances. And this department store was the paper company that housed a huge percentage of my money.The money I was saving up for a particular project.So when Jacob relayed the message to me, I silently hoped this was a joke.Now, you would be wondering why I was agitated. But the money we were speaking of wasn’t just a little sum. It was a very large sum. Enough to buy a country.“Wait up!” Luca called from behind us as we raced into the building, and we hardly paid him any attention.We dashed into the finance wing, almost colliding with the secretary.“Serena,” Jacob rasped out, pulling her arm. “What was that on the phone? Tell me you’re joking.”“S-sir,” she stuttered, trembling, “it’s true. The money is gone.”What?“How come?” He demanded, his eyes fla

Damon’s POVI dodged to the left just in time, as someone swung a Swiss blade at me, the same that was lodged in Jacob’s chest, and whirling around, I quickly whipped out my knife from my waist holster and went at the bastard, swinging fast and sharp.He had a full-face mask on his face, so I couldn’t tell who he was, but he seemed pretty fast on his feet, like a fucking assassin.We exchanged a few punches, going hard at each other, trying to survive, and just as I thought this battle was getting too tough for me, the sight of Jacob lying in his pool of blood behind me weakened me further, the bastard nicked me in the face.My fucking face? My most treasured body part?Growling in rage, I increased my speed, swinging faster than I’d started, and before he knew what he was in for, I’d slashed him three good times, very swiftly. In critical places. The back of his wrist. His neck. His lower abdomen. Deep slashes.He staggered backward just then, the knife falling out of his hand, his e

Iris’s POVI stared at the phone long after the call between Damon and I ended, tears blurring my vision. I couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. He’d asked me to leave if I wanted to.Wasn’t he going to stop me like he usually did? Wasn’t he going to try to beg me? Was he pissed? I mean, he hadn’t admitted to or denied killing Mimi Teresa, but he sounded like he’d done it, so why would he be angry?And if he’d killed her, why would he?I’d tried to make him understand that violence wasn’t always the way forward, and he shouldn’t have killed Mimi Teresa, even if she mistreated me when I was still with her, but he’d picked offense instead, asking me to leave if I wanted to.I couldn’t deny the fact that I was torn beyond explanation when he’d readily agreed to me leaving… more broken than when I’d learned he killed Aunt Mimi, or thought so…If he knew he was going to discard me so easily when he was done with me, why capture me in the first place? Why make me fall

Damon’s POVI sat on the high stool at the bar, cradling my head in my hands, staring into the glass of whiskey that stared right back at me. My vision was kind of blurry.I was wasted, completely so. If there was any other word for something other than stupidly wasted, then that was it.I guess this was the only way I could grieve my best friend who now lay dead in a morgue. Drinking myself into a stupor and thinking about how everything could have been different.I hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him how sorry I was, nor did I get a chance to say goodbye. He’d just left me all alone, with the snap of a finger.I’ve never felt more lonely. Not when I was taken away from my mother as a kid. Not when I was rejected by her. But now.Now that Iris had left me, and my best friend too. I was all alone. And for some goddamn reason, it broke me. I was supposed to be tougher than this, wasn’t I? I mean, I used to be.But ever since Iris came into my life, I’d been an emotional wreck. And

Damon’s POV“Alright, officer,” I replied, glaring up at her, and not missing the slight annoyance that flashed across her eyes. “What can I do for you? If you don’t mind getting to the point, I have somewhere to be.”“Oh,” she crooned, leaning down and placing her arms on my window. “Is that why you were speeding so fast?”I shrugged, looking away from her exposed cleavage that she pushed in my face. “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” came my reply, curt and cold.She scoffed, cocking a brow. “Really?”When I said nothing, she shrugged equally. “Well, speeding is against the traffic rules, Mr. Vyon. I’m sure you know that.”I nodded absentmindedly, tapping my foot against the floorboard as I patiently waited for the truck to cross. Strangely, it was taking forever. And my head was fucking splitting hard like there was a hammer being rammed against it.“So,” she continued, reaching behind her and pulling out a small notepad from her pants pocket, while I watched her cautiously from th