Vended to Don Damon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Iris’s POVI cried so much afterward, snot and all. Damon had just killed a man in my presence, but I was more pissed that he had decided to show his face just as I was almost raped. Perfect timing, they say. Somehow, and to my surprise, he just let me cry and pour out my emotions, frustrations, and anger, without interfering. Instead, he went about his own business. Amidst my tears, I could hear him barking orders to his men on the phone, to come and extract the bodies from the room. The bodies. I was in a room with two dead bodies, and their murderers. Insane, don’t you think? I’m just some church girl, you know. Getting involved in crime is wild. “Make sure you come with all the necessary equipment to clean this up,” Damon said, scrunching up his nose. “I don’t need this blood on my floors and walls. It’s nauseating.”I observed him as he spoke, my eyes scaling the planes of his body. I don’t know what a great body is, but I think this is what it should look like. My eyes st

Damon’s POVI approached the front door slowly and cautiously, reaching my back pocket for the small handgun I usually carried around. I couldn’t tell who was at the door, so I had to be cautious. The doorbell dinged again, and I tapped the view button on the biometric door screen.A wave of relief washed over me when a familiar face filled the screen, and I felt my muscles start to relax. Thank goodness it wasn’t the apps—then I felt a sudden kick in my guts. But what was she doing here?As if on cue, the doorbell rang again, and her voice came next. “Open up, Damon! I know you’re in there.”I groaned, feeling a sudden wave of anger, as I opened the door. “What are you doing here?” I queried, my furrowed brows and creased forehead showing her just how displeased I was about her sudden appearance.But, Alina being Alina, she just swept past me, into the manor, blatantly ignoring me, and my question. “Ouu, what a magnifique place you’ve got here,” she crooned, her eyes jumping from o

Damon’s POVShe ran in the opposite direction when she saw Marcus and me, but she was obstructed by the men who stood guard a little further away from the suite. “Bring the bitch to me!” A pudgy man with a scar on his cheek stood at the entrance of the suite, his blazing eyes trained on the girl who was still desperately struggling with the guards. Marcus leaned in and said in a low voice, “That’s him, boss. Julio Carabera.”I cocked a brow, a little amused.They still hadn’t noticed Marcus and I. The men pulled the girl by the arm, dragging her towards the pudgy man as she walked and flailed her legs. When they had pulled her close enough, Julio raised his palm and struck her face. “How dare you?!”“Please..” The girl scrambled to her feet, rubbing her palms together in a desperate plea. “Just let me go, please,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry..”Something about this girl reminded me of Iris, and I felt something move in my chest as I watched her cry and beg, even as she was being punch

Damon’s POVThe downside to seeing and meddling with a lot of blood was severe nausea. I don’t know about others, but the sight and smell of blood nauseates me so much.That was the major reason I carried around a decanter of vodka. But I had run out. So as soon as I had gotten to the manor, I had run up the stairs into the house and was finding my way to the kitchen in quick strides.“Welcome, sir.”“Thank you, Ryder.” I handed him my jacket and poured myself a full glass of whiskey.He watched me intently as I drank from the glass, unmoving. “Is there a problem?”He hesitated, then shook his head, “No, sir. I would ask Mary to prepare dinner right away.”He turned and left, and I poured myself another glass, downing it in one go. I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but this was necessary.There had been so much blood…I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to delete the memory.I walked out of the kitchen to find Mary setting the table. “Welcome home, Mr. Vyon.”I nodded, pulling out a ch

Iris’s POVThe next time I saw him was after I had finished reading the James Cullinan thriller and was returning it to the library.He had been standing in that window, staring at the library window, as if in wait. I ducked behind the door as soon as I saw him, not wanting him to see me too.Who was he? He looked a little older than me, but he was still in his early twenties.I could tell, even from a distance.A loud thud interrupted my thoughts, and I stilled, wondering what had made the sound.It came again soon, loud and clear before I could make out what it was.Someone was throwing rocks at the window in quick succession.Baffled, I dashed out from behind the door in time to see the boy aiming at the window.What the hell?!He paused when he saw me, a small, satisfied smirk on his face.I dashed out through the side door of the library, to the balcony, flames burning in my chest. I would be closer to him on the balcony, and he would hear me cuss him out. Loud and clear.He saw