All Chapters of Entangled With You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Damian's POVThe night air carried a bitter chill as I stepped out of my office and into the courtyard where several of my men had gathered. Their faces were grim, marked with blood, smoke, and exhaustion from the ambush at the warehouse. The smell of gunpowder clung to their clothes, and the sight of their wounds filled me with a rage that simmered low in my chest.The Vipers had made their move.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. Rage was fuel, but if I lost myself to it, I’d be no better than the animals we were fighting. I needed control. I needed clarity.“Report,” I demanded, my voice echoing across the stone walls of the compound.Luca and Enzo, stepped forward, “Boss, they came in hard and fast. Twenty men, armed to the teeth. They knew our routes, knew when the trucks would arrive. This wasn’t random—it was planned. Someone fed them our movements.”A traitor. My stomach twisted.“How many casualties?” I asked.“Three dead. Five injured.” His eyes flicked downw

Damian's POVThere are moments in life that alter you so completely you know you’ll never be the same again. Tonight was one of those moments.Noah’s words echoed in my head long after he fell asleep in my arms. His voice, broken but steady, confessing the pain he had carried his whole life—it had carved itself into me.I’d faced enemies with knives, guns, and armies at their backs. I’d stared death in the face and walked away without flinching. But sitting there, holding Noah while he trembled from nightmares he couldn’t escape, I felt something I’d never felt before.Fear.Not fear for myself—but for him. Fear that if I wasn’t careful, if I didn’t protect him, I might lose him.And that was unacceptable.When Noah finally drifted back into an uneasy sleep, I laid him down carefully on the bed and sat beside him. The moonlight spilling through the window caught the faint lines on his arm where his sleeve had ridden up. Scars. Evidence of battles he should never have had to fight.My

Damien's POVThe morning sunlight poured into the penthouse, spilling across the polished marble floor in soft golden waves. I’d always hated mornings—meetings stacked before I’d even had coffee, men waiting with questions, enemies watching my every move. But this morning… I woke up slower than usual, my body instinctively seeking the warmth that wasn’t there.Noah’s room was down the hall, but every time I woke, I half-expected him to be beside me. That thought shouldn’t exist. We were not there yet. Hell, I wasn’t even sure where there was. But it was there nonetheless, stubborn and insistent.I pushed myself out of bed, showered, dressed, and followed the smell of breakfast. Elena was back, which meant the penthouse felt alive again. When I entered the kitchen, the scene was so ordinary it nearly undid me—Noah at the counter with Elena, sleeves rolled up, carefully arranging slices of fruit while Elena bossed him around about portion sizes.He looked… at peace.I stayed at the door