Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

I sat alone with a drink in my hand and the reports spread across my desk, though by now I knew every number on those pages well enough to recite them without looking. The warehouse loss still hadn’t settled properly. One shipment recovered, another delayed, two routes compromised, and too many men speaking to me with the careful tone people used when they were afraid of saying the wrong thing. The fight between Damien and Sokolov had reached me days ago. I had listened to the report without interrupting, then asked for it again from a different source just to hear whether the details changed. They didn’t. Damien had gone after Victor like a man who had forgotten his own limits. Victor had t

Damian and Jack was also there. Jack looked at Xavier with wide eyes. He was seeing him after five years. "What the fuck happened to him... He looks like hippie..." Jack asked Ace. "Sarah's death has affected him very badly..." Ace answered and Jack raised his eyebrows shocked. Ace looked at Damian and he was kind of in the same condition as Xavier. His eyes were bloodshot red like he haven't slept for days and was looking devastated. "What happened to Damian?" Jack sighed. "His girlfriend AKA bodyguard left him... And this man couldn't take it well..."

she trembles. "They couldn't take the shock from seeing your brother's corpse" the cop replies and Kylie breakdown into sobs. "We need to take them to the hospital right away" he continues and glance up at his colleague. The second cop named Rob nods at him in response and he wheeled Violet out, while Brad carried Julia in his arms out of the morgue with the others following behind. The cop guy with the name Felix who had led them in earlier stayed back and covered up Drake's body before following them behind.

Since the fire accident, Solar has been more of a shut in, I can barely even get her to talk to me most of the time. It's probably the trauma of facing that horror a second time when we had barely healed from the first one. I just hope she comes out of her shell soon, I miss her a lot. As I walked through the hallway completely immersed in my thoughts, I almost bumped into Ethan. "Be careful and try to focus your attention on the present or you'll fall." He scolded. "I'm sorry, I was just about to come to you. I have a request." I stated.

He climbed into the back seat. Opened the duffel. Pulled out the rifle. Leaned out the window. Fired, three quick shots. The second SUV’s tire blew. It fishtailed. Crashed. We kept driving. Until the city lights faded. Until we were on empty road. Until the fuel gauge blinked red. Damian pulled over. Killed the engine. Silence. We sat there, breathing hard. Alive. He looked at me. “Eze is alive.” I nodded.

Monitors covered the concrete walls, displaying satellite tracking feeds, encrypted communication logs, and real-time updates from international ports. Damian stood before a massive digital map of the midwest region, a glass of dark scotch in his hand. Marcus was behind him, pulling up three high-resolution mugshots onto the central display: Victoria Sterling, Julian, and Sophia. "They didn't leave the state," Damian said, pointing a finger at a flashing cluster of red data nodes along the industrial district of the riverbank. "Victoria’s shoulder injury from the sea-fort breach is severe. She needs specialized medical care, which means she's relying on her secondary black-market network ins

What are you doing? Damian: "Drinking water." He picked up the glass. And threw it in the leader's face. Everything happened in 2 seconds. Damian hit the second guy's wrist with the pen. Gun dropped. Hit the third with it. He fell. Screams. Chaos. --- *DAY 783: 11:21 AM - POLICE ENTRY* SWAT broke the door. Smoke. Screams. Ava heard everything on the phone. "Damian!!"

Knew exactly how to hurt us while destroying proof of her crimes. "Where are you now?" "Ambulance. On the way to General Hospital. Beth, I almost died. If I'd been asleep instead of working, if I hadn't smelled the smoke when I did, I'd be dead right now." "I'll meet you there. Twenty minutes." I hung up. Looked at Victoria. "Marcus's apartment is on fire. Arson. He barely escaped. The evidence is destroyed." Victoria's face went pale. "Oh my God. Is he okay?"

I didn't plan on stealing her from my cousin but I guess I was really being tested. "Tsk! Take my wife's friend home, asshole!" Andrei coldly said before giving me a punch on the face. He dragged his partner out and walked away. "Fuck! Why does it feel like it's my fault?" I murmured as I wiped off the blood on my lips. It was his own wife who was forcing on doing a body shot. Tsk! I cussed the moment I realized what he said. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you, Villa Cruz!" I repeated and messed up my hair out of frustration.

I ran back toward the SUVs, carrying my world in my arms. “You’re safe,” I whispered into her hair as the rain hit us, washing away the blood but not the horror. “I’ve got you, Eliana. I’ve got you.” She didn’t answer. Her head fell limp against my shoulder. I climbed into the back of the SUV. “Go!” I screamed at Damien. As the car tore away from the warehouse, leaving the sirens and the violence behind, I looked down at the woman I loved. She was broken. Bleeding.