All Chapters of GODFATHER'S ANTIDOTE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

DAMIEN’S POV “Please, Don. I swear I did not betray you.” Marco's voice shakes so badly that every word seems to scrape its way out of his throat, but I keep the gun resting loosely against my thigh while I study the man kneeling on the concrete floor of my casino. Blood has dried beneath his nose, one eye is already swelling shut, and his expensive shirt is ruined from where my men questioned him. He keeps looking at the gun as though staring at it long enough might convince me to put it away. It won't. “You sold my shipment route,” I say, my eyes steady on him. “I didn't. I swear to you.” His voice trembles. “You sold my shipment route, Marco.” “Don... I was forced to do it.” “By whom?” His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I lean back in my chair and watch the hesitation settle between us. That is the thing about lying to me. Most people think the lie is the dangerous part, but it isn't. The dangerous part is after I ask a question and they need too much time t

MARA'S POV I wake with a sharp breath and stare at the ceiling while the last pieces of the dream disappear, but his face is still there. That stupid, arrogant face with those dark eyes and those lips that had no business feeling that good against mine. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Mara, you are a total mess.” My voice sounds ridiculous in the quiet bedroom. I turn onto my side and pull the blanket over my head as if I can hide from my own thoughts. It doesn't work. I remember the way he grabbed me, the warmth of his body against mine, and the way his voice dropped when he told me he needed my help. I remember being terrified, then confused, and then—his lips. God. Why am I still thinking about his lips? I have been kissed before, okay, just once back in college during a dare game, but atleast i know what a kiss feels like. So why does this one keep replaying in my head like someone has pressed a button and forgotten to turn it off? I sit up and rub both hands over my fac

MARA'S POVDamian moves toward the door. I grab the back of his jacket and yank him away before his hand reaches the handle.“What the fuck is your problem?” I whisper, keeping my voice low even though every nerve in my body is screaming. “Do you want us to get caught?”He turns slowly, that irritating smile is sitting perfectly in his face. “Wait, Us?”“Yes, us.”He looks down at the hand clutching his jacket, then back at my face. “Take me away from the equation, baby.”“How do you mean?” I ask.“You're the only one who sees a mess here.”He steps closer. “All I see is an opportunity.”My stomach twists. “What opportunity?”His eyes gleam with pure mischief. “Let him know his bestie has his older brother's hands all over her.”My mouth falls open. “You are crazy.”He grins, “Yea, I've been told.”“How did I end up with a sick freak like you?”He laughs quietly. Another knock lands against the door, louder this time, it sends shock to my spine.“Mara? Are you good? Why so quiet?” Adr