All Chapters of Play Thing Of The Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Everyone knows the saying ‘Time flies when you're having fun’ But fun isn't the only exception, Hours blend into minutes when you're at peace, When all the dots connect and form that one perfect line, that line that makes it all grey, A feeling, a feeling that makes it all feel like a beautiful blur, That feeling is fleeting but priceless and once one grasp it, they hold unto it, Damian felt it, as Luca laid asleep, head on his chest as he let out soft even breaths, it was comfortable, he wouldn't mind staying like this for the whole day and there was a subtle fear growing in him but he pushed the feeling to the back of his mind, for now he'd enjoy the moment of peace.A few more minutes passed and the sun slowly began to come up, its bright rays glaring through the floor to ceiling windows, He could no longer ignore it as he groaned and gently shifted Luca off himself, took off the blanket and gently rested Luca's head back on a feather pillow. He stood up and stretched his sore body

The highrise stood proud in the middle of the city, the sunlight reflecting off it's clear glass walls, surrounded by smaller buildings filled with men and women working a diligent nine to five. They strolled through the large see through doors, chests out and heads held high, Luca felt nervous and slightly sick, He thought himself ready to dive headfirst into this world but after the one sided conversation with Don he was feeling a whole less confident, The halls were empty which seemed off as the building was comically large, it was also incredibly silent, like they were the only ones in it or so he thought until he saw a short man in an all black suit walk out of a corner, He was almost balb, with small patches off hair on both sides of his hair and a small goatee on his jaw that likened him to a scientist from children cartoons.“Good day Master Damian.” He bowed, his voice was gentle yet showed no sign of timidity, He turned to Don “Good to see you again my boy.” He greeted with

“Welcome home.” the words hung in the air for a moment. “Lower your guns, boys,” that same smooth voice followed. And then, Rafael Costa emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit room. His golden skin glinting under the dim lights, he had sharp hazel eyes, cutting through everyone around him, and he tugged a seductive and eerily charming smile. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, a diamond cufflink catching the light as he brushed dust from his sleeve.Luca froze when he saw Damian’s reaction. The man who never flinched, even at the face of certain death, had gone utterly and completely still. His fingers twitched near his gun, his jaw tightening. But his eyes… they were like he saw a ghost. Rafael smirked. “Still carrying that thing everywhere, huh?” His tone was teasing… almost intimate. “You used to keep your hands on me instead.”The air around them, went razor-sharp. Luca blinked, trying to make sense of what he was hearing and their relationship to be exact. Damian didn’t a

The Eastern District was silent when Damian’s SUV rolled past the checkpoint gate.Don killed the engine and then they both stepped out, their movements precise. Damian’s boots sank slightly into the damp ground, the air around them was dense with the smell of oil. He raised his chin, scanning the long rows of stacked containers that stretched into the mist. Each one was marked with numbers and codes.They were all in place except for the one that was stolen. Don adjusted his jacket and checked the his pistol. “This place looks dead,” he muttered.“Dead places talk if you know how to listen,” Damian replied, his voice calm but razor-edged. He looked around, his eyes sweeping over every shadow. “Let’s find the guard posted here. He’s the only one who’d know if something moved through recently.”They moved together through the yard, their boots echoing softly against the concrete. The air seemed to shift with every step they took. Damien’s hand hovered close to his weapon as th

The basement was cold when Damian descended the stairs, his shoes echoing against the concrete. The air there suddenly grew heavier than it was even before…, it was like the room itself knew something had gone wrong.Don was waiting near the far corner, his expression unreadable but his stance tense. He pointed toward the ceiling as Damian approached. “Boss,” he said, his voice low. “You need to see this.”Damian’s gaze followed his finger and then it landed on the metal vent that ran along the upper part of the wall, it was bent completely open. “What the hell is that?” Damian asked, stepping closer.“Looks like someone forced their way through,” Don replied. “Or out.”Damian’s jaw flexed. “Both. Check it out. Now.”Don nodded and immediately moved to a corner and dragged a stool under the vent and climbed up. The gap was just wide enough for someone to crawl through but one at a time.Which made Damein wonder for a bit how much time they had to pull this off. Luca moved beside