Lahat ng Kabanata ng Vended to Don Damon: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Damon’s POVThe ride back to the manor was uncomfortably quiet, the air in the car thick with unspoken words and an emotion I couldn’t put a finger on.I glanced her way in the passenger's seat now and then, but she hardly spared me even a glance. Her face was just folded into a frown, and I was still a bit amazed at how good she looked even with a frown.“What are you thinking about?” I asked, a subtle attempt to get her to look at me, but she was still adamantly facing the road.“Nothing,” she mumbled. “I’m just exhausted, and I’d like to sleep it off.”Her tone was cold, lacking even an iota of empathy.I sighed softly and gave up, returning my gaze to the road ahead. I had regretted my actions that night, even before I had carried them out. I knew I shouldn’t have spiked her drink, shouldn’t have made all those stupid plans. She wouldn’t have had that allergic reaction if I hadn’t been plain selfish.Now, I knew she hated me much more than she already did. She didn’t say it, but I

Damon’s POV“Call her.”I watched as Kyle Volkov reached for his phone with trembling fingers, slow as fuck. “Hurry it up, Mr. Volkov. I might be fucking rich, but I don’t have all the time in the world, you see. I’ve got things to do.”Breathing fast, he retrieved the phone faster and speed-dialed a number.We both stared at each other as the phone rang and a while later, Kyle looked away, unable to hold my intimidating gaze. “Put it on speaker,” I instructed, still pinning him with my gaze, and he quickly did as I asked. Just then, the call connected.Loud, jazz music filtered through the speaker, Alina’s rich voice climbing above it. “Papa? Hello, mi amore!” She screamed, her voice laced with that dramatic edge. “I’m in the club right now,” she shouted, trying to make herself heard above the music. “Can I call you back later?”“Come home, sweetheart,” Kyle said soberly into the speaker, lifting his eyes now and then to take a peek at me. “Something’s happened.”“What? I can’t hear

Damon’s POVWe pulled over at the club in less than thirty minutes, and I got out of the car and pulled Alina out from the passenger’s seat, making sure her wrists were properly strapped to the front with the paper ties.Then I slammed the door shut and roughly pulled her up against me, eliciting a gasp out of her. Alina was a naughty girl, yes, but I had a feeling my little petal would be a pro when it came to naughtiness. I hadn’t seen it yet, but there were underlying tendencies.Holy Moses. How did she get into this conversation right now?“Now, quietly lead me to this employee, Alina,” I ordered in a gruff whisper. “Let’s not play games, okay?”Stubborn as she was, she refused to give me a response, and I just nudged her forward quietly, making sure her cuffed wrists were visible to people as we passed by them.The club was already in full swing by this time, loud beats rolling out the speakers and the air thick with the smell of cigarettes and drugs and sweat and perfumes. The u

Damon’s POVI cautiously eyed the Lucid Royce ‘24 that was parked on the terrace of my private penthouse, easing my car into the parking space next to it.I got out and slammed the door shut, my eyes still trained on the sleek shiny Royce. It’s been in my train of sight for a while now, the latest, most expensive Lucid model which was only available by order.I ran my fingers across the sleek length and breadth, loving the feel of the black steel on my skin. Did it belong to Jacob?Of course, it had to be. He was the only one I was expecting to be here.But I still needed to be cautious.I pulled out the gun from my holster and approached the front door light-footedly, only to see that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. I was certain now. It was only Jacob who had a habit of leaving doors open. I replaced the gun in the holster and pushed the door open, stepping inside to find him pacing about the sitting room, the skin on his face drawn taut with agitation and restlessn

Iris’s POVThe alcohol cleared from my eyes sooner than I expected, and I found myself slowly grasping the situation that was unfolding before me.“Aldo Santino,” one of the uniformed officers announced, the older one, easily nudging Ryder to the side and coming to stand in front of us both, “commander-in-chief of the New York organized crime unit.”He scoffed as he glared up at Damon, and Damon didn’t look very happy to see him, either.“I believe we’ve met already, Damon Vyon, so why don’t we skip the pleasantries and move on to more pressing issues?”“And that is why I asked, to what do I owe this unexpected visit,” Damon bit out, digging his palms into his pockets.“Well,” the officer brought out a pair of handcuffs from his pockets to my surprise, “you’re under arrest for suspected slave trade and human trafficking, Mr. Vyon Damon.”My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my vision suddenly blurry.What? Damon was getting arrested? Human trafficking? Slave-trade?The officer r