All Chapters of His Little Temptress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Rex and Blade, who had been in the gym room since morning working out, quickly dropped everything as soon as Thorne burst in to tell them the boss was back.They changed out of their sweat-soaked black tees into fresh ones and headed to the living room, arriving just as Damien walked in with Lila following behind.“Welcome, boss,” they greeted in unison.Damien said nothing and sat down on a nearby single couch, his face expressionless.The three men exchanged a glance, then looked at Lila. She caught the silent message and quietly made her way to her room. Damien sat in silence for a moment before cursing out loud. “Fuck you, Vladislav.”“Don’t tell me he didn’t show up, Boss,” Blade said with a grunt as he stepped in front of him.Damien let out another sigh before explaining everything. As he spoke, the expressions on his men’s faces shifted to eager interest.“Well, that’s actually good news, Boss,” Rex said, a spark of excitement in his voice as he came to stand beside Blade. “W

The following evening…The men were seated in the living room, chatting and laughing when the makeup artist emerged from Lila’s corner. She was a young blonde, maybe around thirty, carrying her kit as she stepped out.“I’m done,” she said, addressing the men.Graves stood and walked her to the door, nodding politely. As she left, Thorne leaned forward in his seat.“Fifty bucks, Rex. Blade’s gonna look at our guest twice tonight,” he said with confidence.Graves scoffed on his return.“Quit that, man,” Rex said, shaking his head. “We all know Blade doesn’t give a fuck about women. He doesn't even glance at them. He’s worse than the boss.”He nodded toward Blade, who sat silently with his legs crossed, eyes fixed on the staircase like they were talking about someone else entirely.“Then bet it with me, Rex,” Thorne insisted.Rex looked at him for a moment, then gave a slow nod.“If Blade glances at her more than once, you’re getting a hundred bucks, Thorne. No backing out.”Graves clapp

At the far edge of the open field, past the stretch of luxury and artifice, a single bungalow stood quiet and apart. Unlike the rest of the event, which pulsed with quiet tension and glittering decor, the structure was unremarkably low, dark, and oddly humble for a gathering of this scale.Damien walked with Vladislav, footsteps muffled by the dry grass beneath them. Behind them, the party carried on with murmurs of small talk, the clink of crystal glasses, a jazz band playing something slow and low. But with every step toward the bungalow, the noise seemed to fade like a dying breath.The door creaked open before they reached it.Inside, it smelled faintly of old wood and cigar smoke. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a dim yellow glow across the room. And beneath it sat an old man, settled deep in his chair, like he’d been waiting for a long time.He was broad-shouldered, with the weight of age and history pressing into every line of his face. His thick gray eyebrows rest

Damien drove into the estate and stopped right in front of the villa. His heart was still pounding in his chest as he stepped out and walked around to the backseat. Lila had finally passed out, her breathing slow and steady now.He stared down at her for a long moment, as if unsure of what to do next. Then he reached in and carefully pulled her into his arms.Just as he turned toward the house, the front door opened and his men stepped out. The sight of their boss carrying Lila knocked the smiles off their faces. They exchanged uneasy glances as they rushed forward.“What happened to her, boss?” Graves asked, his voice low.Damien didn’t answer. He simply handed Lila over to him, his jaw clenched tight.“Take her to her room and get her something for the hangover, Thorne” he instructed. Then without sparing another glance, he turned and headed into the house.The way he moved fast, almost like he was running made his men pause.They watched him go, all of them frowning except for Blad