Blindsided Amy Daws Novels & Stories

Amy stumbled backward, fear and heartbreak twisting across her features. “Oliver, please,” she whispered. “Fight it.” I tried to grab my own wrist, tried to stop my arm mid-swing, but my other hand refused to move. I felt trapped inside my own body, screaming into darkness while Bernatta used me like a blade. Amy raised the dagger defensively, her entire body shaking. “I won’t fight you. I won’t hurt you.” Bernatta’s voice twisted inside my mind. Then she will die. My body lunged again.

My peaceful vacation had officially transformed into a nightmare, and I wasn't even home yet. Before I could fully process my conversation with my mother, the phone chimed with an incoming text message. The sender made my stomach clench with dread—Amy Blackwood. I hadn't spoken to Amy in months, not since she'd made it clear that her interest in me was purely only for business and it was a way to make Damon jealous, to get her interested in me, and lose my friendship with him. I'd found her manipulative behavior distasteful and had made it a point to avoid her at social functions because losing Damon over this manipulative bitc was not worth it.

I asked rhetorically, my pinkie finger twitching. “Ash Winters wouldn't think the way you're thinking, he wouldn't be so worked up like you are now, sweetheart, he'd strike first and hard,” Amy said coming into the room, a towel strapped around her breast, her long legs visible. She let her hair down, adding radiance to her ivory skin. She was right. Having done my research, I found out Ash never thought before he acted, and that probably was meant to be an advantage to me, but that man's brutality was on a whole different level — he was psychotic.

She had just admitted it to every one of us, just enough admittance. I glanced around the office, observing everyone's expressions. Victoria looked stunned, she didn't look angry, not yet at least. Just stunned that something she didn't think would ever happen had just happened. Julia looked utterly confused and concerned. She looked like she was trying to make sense of both sides, but was failing terribly. She couldn't handle both sides. Craig? Craig looked absolutely entertained. Fascinated even. Of course he did. As for Grey, he didn't look up at all. Just tapping the pen and looking at his computer. It was clear that he was still paying attention.

He can't leave me, I shake his chest but he doesn't respond. I've taken so many lives, seen so much blood but for the first time I'm too scared to even move. Everything blurs around me, my mind goes blank, I don't realize when the room is filled with everyone. I keep on staring at my brother's lifeless body. After father accuses Daisy that's when I become conscious.

My ears perked up when I heard the sound of a faint sob. “Ave?” Amy called. No answer. “Amy?” That voice! I quickly turned to its direction and urged my wolf to come forward. Through his eyes, I was finally able to locate her. But the moment I laid eyes on her, rage flashed in my vision while my wolf growled thunderously the ground trembled in fear. “What the fuck,” Amy gasped, shock evident in her voice as she ran to her side. She was sitting on a chair, her hands and feet secured with duct tape. Too many, in fact. One would think they’re restraining a monster.

To be the exception - the one who proved his cold detachment wrong? The woman’s climax surged into a long, broken cry that echoed through the walls. Damien’s deep, satisfied groan followed moments later - primal, intimate, undeniable. Then silence returned. Amy sank back onto the pillows. She was breathing hard, and her skin was damp despite the cool room. Her hand trembled as she wiped it over her face. “I will not become another one of his victims,” she whispered into the dark, her voice unsteady. But the words seemed empty now.

Still, something about the name bothered me, though I couldn’t put my finger on why. For a moment, I stayed quiet, mulling over her words. Then, my mind shifted, remembering what had led to all of this in the first place. I straightened up, narrowing my eyes at her. “Amy, what happened? How did you get hurt?” Her expression faltered, and she hesitated before answering. “It was David. He and Austin had a fight. I tried to stop it, and David accidentally pushed me into the wall. I hit my head, and... well, that’s when I blacked out.”

Dario. Amy didn’t wait, she moved in and that’s when it went wrong, the Ambush they had been waiting, seven men, heavily armed not Capetti, not Merchetti — the shadow family. The ones who had sold their loyalty to whichever side paid more. Amy ducked behind a marble column, reloading. One of her men was already down, the other was screaming. A bullet grazed her thigh, she stumbled. Another smashed into her shoulder. The outfit slowed it, but the force knocked her back. Blood in her mouth, smoke in her lungs. She heard her name once and then — silence, she collapsed.

Brown and his bodyguards. "Amy ... Are You Ok?..What happened ?..Who are these men ?What did they do?",he asked her wrapping her in his arms. "D-Drew"...she whimpered.."They t-tried to r-r-rape me",she said hiding her face in his chest. "What?...How dare you touch my princess?",David punched both men mercilessly. The two men fell on the ground due to the heavy blows given by David.He and Megan came near Amy and caressed her hair while she was crying on Drew's chest