Damaged Svu 소설 & 이야기

"My logistics team pulled the breaker from the terminal sub-station when we entered the perimeter. Your phone isn't going to send a single byte of data to Newark tonight. You're holding a dead wire." Damien didn't look down at his wrist. He didn't look at the gray phone resting against his knee under the sweater. He kept his eyes fixed on Victor’s silver hair, his lips turning up into a short, sharp line that looked less like a smile and more like a scar opening up in the dark.

"That's not a private conversation that got out of hand. That's a deliberate attempt to damage my professional reputation." Vivian looked at me directly for the first time. "I was angry." "I understand that." "Do you?" Her voice was controlled but only barely. "You took something that was mine." "Damien was never yours." "We had an understanding. Our families had an arrangement going back years." "He didn't remember that arrangement when he found me in Seattle. He made a choice." "He made a choice while he was impaired." Damien spoke for the first time. "Vivian." Quiet. Final.

“Look at you. Nine months swollen with his bastard. He’ll pay anything to get you back… or maybe I’ll just keep you. Break you in myself and sell the footage.” Raven whimpered, tears already streaming down her face. Her hands instinctively tried to cover her belly. “Please… don’t hurt my baby. Damien will kill you.” Viktor laughed. “He’ll try.” Damien tore through the city like a man possessed. The moment he returned to the safehouse and found empty signs of forced entry, Raven’s phone smashed on the floor, something primal snapped inside him. He called in every remaining favor, hacked every camera he could access, and within three brutal hours, he had the warehouse location.

“All of you. Fuck Victor. Fuck Sophia. Fuck their blood tests. These boys are Voss. You are Voss.” I came again, softer this time, tears mixing with sweat as my body surrendered to him. Damien followed, flooding my still-sensitive pussy with hot cum, marking me even in the middle of medical chaos. He stayed buried deep, holding me through the aftershocks. The doctor cleared his throat. “Vitals stabilizing. The protocol seems… disrupted by whatever you just did. But she needs rest.” Damien finally pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum mixed with traces of blood and fluid on my thighs. He helped clean and cover me, then stood guard as the team finished.

Richard’s face lost its color. Damien replayed the footage. The black SUV had a clear path to leave through the front gate. Instead… It swerved sharply toward the garden. Toward Richard. Emma had seen it just in time. Without thinking about her own safety, she had pushed Richard away. The SUV struck her instead. Damien’s grip tightened around the tablet. His knuckles turned white. “So it wasn’t an accident,” he said coldly. “No, sir.” “We’ve already informed the police.”

Elara climbed in beside him, pressing her hand to the wound on his side. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her voice steadier than she felt. “We’re almost there.” The SUV roared through the city, weaving between the few late-night cars that dared share the road. Lena leaned over the front seat, her eyes scanning Marcus’s face. “This isn’t just bruises,” she said grimly. “He’s got internal damage. We need Dr. Reyes.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “She’s off-grid right now. Too many eyes on her clinic after last month. But I know another place.”

"Look, I even cut my index finger while smashing those bottles." The camera cut to Theodore crouching in front of her. His long, slender fingers held a bandage, which he carefully pressed onto her fingertip. He then lowered his head and pressed a restrained kiss to her finger, his voice low and husky. "There. It doesn't hurt anymore." Calista stared at the screen, feeling as if the wound on her head had been ripped open again and doused with a bottle of alcohol. The phantom pain was so sharp it left her fingertips numb.

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

At that same moment I heard familiar hurried footsteps outside the door before the door itself exploded. “Laura!” “Vince!” I was immediately engulfed in a possessive embrace. “Did they hurt you?” I shook my head. “What is wrong with you!” he roared, staring daggers at the trembling manager. I suppress a snicker. “I'm sorry babe. I shouldn't have insisted on using my card and just get you your own.” We stared at each other, a lone tear fell from my eye as I hugged him back tightly. Damn, I should have pursued acting instead of pursuing my thirst for blood. “I was so scared,” I whispered.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.