Semua Bab Prisoner To The Mafia King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Damien's POV The meeting between Primo and me was adjourning when I got up, ready to get some rest, when I remembered I left a crucial detail.“Get Lucia out of the underground after this week. Have her start working in the kitchen with Rosa, the head maid, and move her into the servants' quarters.”Primo looked up, and after an awkward pause, he nodded. “He wouldn't like this.” He said, and I stared at him for a while; of course I knew.“That's why I'm honouring him, letting her stay there for a week.”A long pause for a minute before Primo nodded.“I'll have that arranged.”I didn't say anything else, simply walked out of my office and straight to my bedroom.The mansion was silent, except for the gentle tapping of my guards' shoes on the marble floor.I pushed open my bedroom door before stepping in.White, it was all white: the walls, the curtain, the furniture, even the sheets on my bed. White had always been my favourite color. I always found peace in it, something pure. But

Damien's POV The kiss had been a collision of eight years of starvation and torture. I didn't want her mouth; I wanted to swallow her completely, soul and all, and trap her essence in my own.My tongue battled with hers, finding the tang of her tears along with the desperate familiarity of her warm breath.She shivered under my touch, the thinness of her body a tremor of fear mingled with such raw and powerful heat that I could feel it emanating off her in ripples.I drew back, only an inch, until my forehead touched hers, letting our breath mingle in the stifling heat. My eyes looked into hers, pleading yet possessive, telling her, without words, all the while that she was my universe, my lungs, my everything.And the very person I wanted most to tear down and protect both at the same time.I wanted her skin against my own.I wanted to see every pore, every freckle, to prove she was real, she was here, she was mine.My trembling hand clamped around her neckline, and I violently tug

Damien's POV Primo and I sat in silence as the car drove through the city.I was staring out the window, having all of Giovanni's words in my head. Someone had whispered in Bravta's ear, someone close enough to know my business. Someone who was able to make the Russians look down on my reign.A spy underneath me?Fuck it. I had been too consumed by my personal revenge towards Lucia and the Romano family that I'd taken my eyes off the real battlefield.That was a damn mistake. If not for Giovanni, I wouldn't have realized that there was a spy in my empire.The moment the car stopped, as soon as the door opened, I went straight inside towards my office.Primo was just inches away from me.Arriving at my office, I went straight to my desk, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a small black bottle within reach.Inside were different small white capsules.Mnemosyne-9A highly illegal experimental drug used in our world to suppress recent memories.It didn't erase a person's entire past.

Damien's POV I had not slept at all through the night, not for a fucking second, and there were still no answers.Even Primo hadn't come looking for me, which I understood because I shut the internet off, but I knew he was investigating it.I also watched everyone's movements through the cameras, but there was no suspicious movement. I could see the panic and fear on some people's faces, but I could not tell who the spy was.I leaned against my bedroom window, looking out over the estate that was a veritable zoo under lockdown, with men standing everywhere, checking in on other men and every way in being guarded by men holding their breath and watching.I knew who my main suspect was; it was that piece of shit, Giovanni.I had always suspected him of whatever it was that happened the moment he had helped me so readily on business. I had used him when I needed support from the Russian Bratva, and he let me use him to my desire, but I do not believe he did any of it out of kindness.T

Damien's POV It's been a week since I gave the order. A week since the De Luca mansion became a graveyard, and the words were already spreading across Italy.They talked about what happened. They talked about me, about how ruthless De Luca Don had become.And to be honest? I was goddamn happy. I didn't want people thinking the De Luca Empire had weakened since everything eight years ago.I wanted them afraid, and now they were.Primo was busy with the cleanup as he always was. Making sure all the bodies were accounted for, checking on their identities, and whether all those who were residing in the mansion had been murdered.Five days left until the meeting with the Russian Bratva.I was currently staying in one of my hotels, which I owned, in the penthouse, working and making sure everything was prepared for the meeting.The door opened, and Primo walked in.From the look on his face, he wanted to ask me something personal.I didn't even look up from my laptop.“Speak”He hesitated