All Chapters of Play Thing Of The Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The gala was already alive when Damian and Luca arrived. The Velasquez Foundation Gala was a show of money, power and ruthlessness and tonight, Damian Moretti decided to step back into the light after years of staying in the shadows.When Luca stepped out after Damian the floodlight and cameras shifted immediately to him. He hated how the crowd’s attention flicked toward them, the whispers starting almost immediately.“That’s him? Damian Moretti?”“He hasn’t appeared in years…”“Who’s the one with him?”Luca swallowed, tugging slightly at his tie. Damian’s voice came low, close to his ear as they approached the glass doors. “Keep your chin up. You’re not a street rat tonight.”Luca’s lips tightened. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to play your pet in a tux.”Damian gave no reply, he just shrugged Luca off, stepping into the hall, Luca close behind. They moved through the gala hall, their steps measured and their movement silent. Damian's eyes were cold and calcualtive moving from

Luca sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, staring into the dark, his thoughts a complete mess. He could still hear Evander’s words from the earlier phone call.He knew his brother… he knows something that Damian is hiding from you. He’d tried to sleep, turned over countless times, but his mind replayed that conversation on a loop. He exhaled softly, his breath fogging faintly in the moonlight.He needed to know what Evander knew, he needed to understand his angle and why he was circling after him.He stood suddenly, his mind coming to a decision instantly. His bare feet met the cold floor, the feel grounding him as he grabbed a dark jacket from the chair and pulled it on.He pushed the door of his to opening, his steps light and soft as he weaved through the mansion. Then he reached the main door of the mansion leading to the outside yard. He took a slow breath, as he muttered under his breath, almost to steady himself, “I just need answers.” He moved t

The night was deep and silent, covered by an eerie stillness that wrapped around the Moretti estate. The sharp ticking of the clock on the wall filled Damian’s study, slicing through the quiet like a blade.He sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes fixed on the laptop screen, the glow painting his face. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing something carefully. The name still rung in his ears. EVANDER KAIN.He's searched every platform, every files… everything. He was a ghost, no records and no traceable background. Damian exhaled slowly. His mind was a whirlwind of threads… Luca’s disappearance, this ‘Orion’ person, and now this mysterious man somehow connected to all of it. Just then, his phone buzzed on his desk. He didn’t flinch. He simply turned his gaze to it.It was an Unknown Number. He didn't want to check it, but did anyway It was a short and simple text. I’m watching you. TikToc.His jaw tightened, then he tapped a quick reply.Who is this?No response.He

Damian's POVThe monitors beep steadily in the silence. I sit in the chair beside Luca's bed, watching his chest rise and fall. Three days. Three days of this torture, watching him lie motionless, wondering if he'll wake up. Wondering if I'll have to bury another person I care about.I shouldn't care. That's the problem. I've spent years building walls, creating distance, making sure no one gets close enough to hurt me again. And yet here I am, sitting vigil over a man who came into my life to kill me.The irony isn't lost on me. Luca stirs. His eyelids flutter, and I lean forward instinctively. My hand hovers over his, then pulls back. I can't afford softness. Not now. Not when everything is falling apart.His eyes open slowly, unfocused at first. They search the room, then land on me. For a moment, there's confusion. Then memory floods back, and I watch awareness crash over him like a wave. His hand moves to his throat, fingers trembling as they touch the bruises there."You're awak

Damian's POVThe security footage plays on loop. 3:17 AM. Rafael's silhouette moves through the darkness of my private safe room like he owns the place. Like he has every right to be there.I watch him punch in the code, my code, the one only three people in the world know. The safe opens. His hands move quickly, efficiently, pulling out folders and documents. He knows exactly what he's looking for. This isn't random theft. This is targeted."Run it back," I tell Don. "Frame by frame."Don's fingers dance across the keyboard. The footage slows, and I lean forward, studying every movement. Rafael pulls out a red folder first. My stomach drops."Pause there," I snap.The image freezes. Rafael's face is partially visible in the reflection of the safe's polished interior. He's smiling."That bastard," I breathe. "He's actually smiling.""What's in the red folder?" Don asks carefully.I don't answer immediately. My mind is racing through possibilities, calculating damage, assessing threats