All Chapters of Destroying The Mafia Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KAYA Macherson I couldn't believe Jessica Williams was here. Sitting on the same couch I had sat on several times, the same couch I gave Damon a head massage on. "What are you doing here?" I demanded boldly taking a step back consciously. She laughed, dropped her glass of water. "Surprise surprise" she walked towards me. "Did you miss me Kaya. I used to be your best friend....you must have been so lonely" I needed to call the police...now. "Leave before I call the cops" I warned "I'll kill you before you send me back to that hell" she said and hurriedly grabbed me by the throat. I kicked her in the stomach and she bent in pain."Ouch... Guess you aren't as weak as I thought" "Get out of my house Jessica. I don't want to hurt you" Jessica looked at me "Hurt me? You practically destroyed my life Kaya. You think locking me up in jail isn't hurtful enough.... you are the reason I am like this. You ruined me" Jessica screamed loudly. "No Jessy. You ruined yourself. Now get out"

Kaya’s Point of ViewDamon had locked himself up for three days.Three. Whole. Days.No one was allowed into his room. Not Jason, not even me. And honestly, I’d had enough.The last time I checked, we were supposed to be partners getting to know each other and seeing if he was suited to be my fiancee Not strangers sharing the same roof.I stood outside his door, knocking for the hundredth time.“Damon,” I called softly. “It’s me.”Silence.I sighed. “Fine. You don’t want to open the door? Great. I’ll find another way.”Before I could talk myself out of it, I went around the side of the house, climbed up the small ledge by his balcony, and pushed the window open. The air inside was cold and still. He was sitting on the bed, head bent, scrolling through his phone.When he saw me crawl in through the window, his brows shot up.He typed fast on his phone and held it up for me to read:“You could’ve just knocked.”I rolled my eyes. “I did. For three days.”He didn’t smile. His face looked

The new house was everything I hadn’t realized I wanted. Bigger, better, cleaner, and… quieter than the chaos of the old mansion. Damon had insisted on a few guards only, probably still worried about the last incident with the bomb in the former house. And there was a chef now. A real chef. Which meant Damon wouldn’t be in the kitchen anymore, cooking for me. I hated that. Not because I didn’t like the food — I would survive — but because those little moments with him, the smells of eggs frying, the soft teasing while he cooked, had made me feel… close. And now, that closeness was replaced with someone else’s hands. I felt a small pang in my chest. Morning came quietly. I stepped into the gym area and froze. Damon was on the floor, muscles flexed and tense as he pushed himself up and down in perfect push-ups. The sweat on his body caught the sunlight, the short black hair on his head stuck slightly to his forehead, and his blue eyes glinted as he paused

Damon MorettiWhen I left home yesterday I didn’t expect I’d end up in bed with Kaya. I left to clear my head… to drink and drown in alcohol. I didn’t want Jason or Kaya finding out I was drinking.My only regret now is that I wasn’t sober while we were together. I can hardly remember how her body felt on mine.Standing at the door while she sobbed felt stupid. And useless. I had no voice.“I need to go now,” Kaya said, urgent, already opening the door.I threw on a shirt, grabbed my wallet and followed her.As I stepped out I saw Cecilia in the next room, talking to the men. She didn’t notice me at first.“What do you mean she never came? I clearly directed her to room twenty,” Cecilia fumed.One of the men answered, “She didn’t come, ma’am. You have to pay for wasting our time.”“I will not pay a dime. You didn’t rape her, so what would I pay for?” Cecilia said.Those words hit me like a punch. She arranged men to hurt my Kaya. She set this up.I didn’t have time to handle her, I wa

I woke up before the sun, the kind of morning where the world is too quiet and your own thoughts sound like they’re breathing beside you. My throat felt the same way it always felt—like a door that’s been jammed for years. That dull ache. That heaviness. But today, I was tired of pretending I didn’t want more.Tired of acting like losing my voice forever didn’t bother me.Tired of acting like I didn’t care what Kaya thought.Tired of everything.So I went.To her doctor. The one Jason swore was the best in the country. The one who didn’t look at me with pity, but with this sharp, calculating interest like he already knew he could fix me.The room smelled like antiseptic and cold metal, and I hated it immediately. Hospitals pull out a different version of me — the one from the past, full of knives, scars, and memories I didn’t ask for.But the doctor… he wasn’t thrown off. He checked my throat, took his notes, asked me questions I didn’t feel like answering but answered anyway. And whe