Semua Bab Destroying The Mafia Boss : Bab 11 - Bab 20

DAMON MORETTIKaya’s lips tasted of ketchup and apples. They were soft—so soft I didn’t want to pull away. The flavor was odd, familiar in a childish way, and it stuck with me. For a second the rest of the room disappeared. I had no business getting lost in a woman’s mouth, but there I was, stupid and willing.What on earth was I doing kissing her? The question ran through my head like a warning I ignored. I pulled back after a few seconds. As I expected, her eyes were wide, stunned—like she hadn’t planned any of that either.Just as I was about to ease back into my seat, she reached up, grabbed my neck, and kissed me again. Damn. I gave in. I deepened the kiss, slid my tongue into her mouth. I’d kissed a lot of women, but never like this. Her mouth had a way of trapping me—soft, patient, addictive.Her hands found my hair, fingers threading through it like she belonged there. Then someone coughed and Kaya pushed me away like she’d been caught doing something wrong.“What a surprise,

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Damon had just cut off a man’s arm and was about to stab his eyes.My scream echoed through the hallway as I bolted for the door.I knew Damon was a mafia boss, but watching him being so heartless—so brutal—shocked me to my bones. I needed time to process what I’d just seen.He was gaining on me.“Kaya!” he called, his voice sharp and deep, slicing through the silence.Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and spun me around. His blue eyes locked with mine—and all I saw was the devil. A cold, heartless man.“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said, his voice low. “I told you not to come to my side of the house.”I yanked my arm from his grip.“You’re terrible,” I breathed.He laughed, taking a step closer. I took one back. He followed again, the smirk in his eyes burning into me.“Yes, I’m terrible. I’m evil, and I’m cruel. I’m no angel, Kaya,” he said. “So what now? Are you going to run from me? Turn down our marriage deal?”His tone carr

DAMON MORETTIThe doctor said I could move around again, but I needed rest.The bullet had torn through my chest, just inches away from my heart. He said it was a miracle I survived — that any other man would’ve been dead before help arrived.But I wasn’t any other man.Death and I had met too many times before. I wasn’t scared of it anymore.Kaya had been worried, Jason told me. He said she’d checked in on me several times while I was unconscious, pacing outside the room, asking if I was breathing. That thought made me smile — though I didn’t know why.When I finally felt strong enough to walk, I went to her room. I knocked, and she opened the door almost immediately. Her eyes widened in surprise.“Damon?”“Yes, it’s me.” I tried to sound casual, maybe even a little proud. For some stupid reason, I expected her to hug me or at least say she was glad I was alive.But she just frowned. “You should rest. You just had surgery.”“Yeah,” I said, nodding like a fool. “You’re right.”I left

The fever lasted longer than I expected.For three days, I couldn’t get out of bed. The world felt heavy, like gravity had doubled its hold on me. My throat hurt, my body burned, and my head ached as if a hammer was striking inside it.Damon barely left my side. He brought food I couldn’t eat, medicine I forgot to swallow, and blankets I kept kicking off. He didn’t say much, but I could feel his eyes on me sometimes — quiet, watchful, worried.By the time the fever broke, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize myself. Pale face. Messy hair. Eyes slightly swollen from sleep.The doctor Damon called had said I should rest for two more days, but work didn’t care. My agency had been calling nonstop about my new deal. I was supposed to attend the Umbrelly brand celebration dinner, but the event was postponed because of my illness.Lucky me.The day for the celebration came fast. I ordered a long blue evening gown hoping it would hide the fact that I had lost so

Kaya Marcheson The van smelled weird. Like… like something bad. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. Then we passed a police station. I squirmed in my seat. These people weren't officers. “Wait! Who are you? What is this?” I yelled.A man pressed something cold against my side. A gun. “Shut up,” he said. I froze. My stomach dropped.The van stopped. Hard. The door opened. They pushed me out. I fell and hit the ground. “Stop! Let me go!” I shouted, my voice breaking. But they just laughed.They shoved me inside a big, dark warehouse. I could barely see. And then I saw him. A huge man. So big I thought he could crush me with one hand. “Who sent you?” I askedHe slapped me across the face. My cheek burned. “Shut up!” he yelled.“Boys, tie her,” he said. Rough hands grabbed me. My arms and legs hurt so much when they tied me up. I kicked. I twisted. Nothing worked.Then they started hitting me. Every strike hurt like fire. My back, my legs, my ribs—ever