Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

Vehicle association report: Black SUV. The exact SUV from the highway footage. I looked up slowly from the report to meet the gaze of the investigator. “Are you telling me the dead man was driving the SUV vehicle?” “Yes.” A strange feeling crawled slowly down my spine, my assumption has just been justified, this no longer looked like an accident. “Cause of death?” I asked. “Gunshot wound.” The investigator replied. Damien straightened immediately. “Someone killed him?” “Yes.” “How long after Serena’s crash?” Damien asked again.

"Your father died before the proposal." "Yes." "Marcus was working security at Blackwood Tower." "Yes." "So not them." She pressed her palms against her temples. The headache Dr. Vance warned about had arrived – dull, persistent, located somewhere behind her eyes. "Who else would Victor bring to witness my humiliation?" Damien opened his mouth. I closed it. His jaw tightened. Then his fist slammed against the car roof.

He tells me, I look down at his hand and he's still bleeding. “Fabian, Adam, see if you can get some bandages so that we can put pressure on their wounds until the doctors get here.” I tell them, Savio looks really bad, apart from losing too much blood, I think he has a concussion from when they hit him over the head with the gun. Fabian nodded his head at me and ran off to get the bandages. “Kate, stop worrying, you need to shower.” Damian tells me. “Of course I'll worry, but I'll go shower as long as you let Fabian bandage you and Savios injuries.” I tell him.

“We have your mother.” Damien’s blood ran cold. Gabriel slammed on the brakes. The SUV skidded sideways across the wet mountain road. “What?” The voice continued. “If you continue toward Helix Summit…” “…Sophia Devereaux dies.” The transmission ended. Silence. Gabriel immediately reached for another radio. “No…” “She was still in the vault.” Damien stared ahead. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. Then his phone vibrated. A secure message from Daniel. Mother is safe. We’re still inside the vault. Don’t believe anything they send.

"This is Sarah Chen from Seattle Memorial Hospital. We're calling about Virginia Voss. She's been in an accident. You're listed as her emergency contact." My blood runs cold. "What? When?" "This morning. Car accident. She's in critical condition. Can you come?" I look at Damien. His face pales as he reads my expression. "We'll be right there." I hang up. "Your mother. Car accident. Critical condition." For a moment, he just stares. Then: "We need to go. Now." Everything shifts again. Just when we thought we had peace. Crisis returns. But this time— We face it together. Married. Partners. Ready or not.

“Come on. I’ll show you the poor bastard. Smashed to the shithouse, it was.” They walked past bent frames and glittering drifts of glass. At the end of the row sat the red 2009 VE Commodore SV6. Or what was left of it. The bonnet had been split in a clean V—not crumpled, not buckled—cut, like a giant axe had come down dead centre and kept going. “They said he hit a person,” Jake murmured. Chaz snorted. “Yeah, right. If that’s a person, I’m the son of a monkey’s uncle.”

Lorraine supplied. "When did she expose you to Iridium-192?" one of the police officers asked Lorraine. Lorraine thought for a moment before answering, "The night of the 16th." It was the same day I had caught them cheating. "I didn't transport the iridium here until the 18th," I reminded her. "Then it's the 18th. I'm the victim here! I can't remember the exact date." "You're the only one who appeared in the surveillance footage," Neil added. "Who else could it have been?"

“Yeah. I’m just surprised she wants me there.” “Says you shouldn’t be alone right now. I couldn’t give a damn, but she’s the better one of the two of us.” “I don’t know what to say…” “Then get off the phone.” I hung up. 11 Sofia Damien was in terrible shape. When his men helped him into the house, I hardly recognized him. With swollen eyes and a face so discolored, he barely looked human, he had been beaten so badly that it was a shock he’d survived at all.

He was completely gone for this man. He showered slowly, letting the hot water soothe his bruises and bite marks. When he stepped out, he didn’t bother dressing. He made coffee, ate some fruit and eggs, then curled up on the couch with one of Damien’s tablets, idly checking news reports about the “gang violence” at the docks. Victor’s empire was already fracturing. Damien’s name was nowhere mentioned. Clean. At 11:47 a.m., the elevator dinged. Damien stepped in wearing a tailored black suit that looked fresh, but Kai could see the tension in his shoulders. He locked eyes with Kai’s naked body and the hunger that flared was immediate and scorching.

Then, the ordinary evening ended as the screen cut to a breaking news banner, it was big, red and looked urgent. Mrs. Sterling sat frozen on the couch, While April curled beside her, knees drawn to her chest and the remote slack in her hand as her eyes fixed on the ticker scrolling beneath a photograph of a mangled car, the car looked folded like paper. BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN COLE INJURED IN FATAL CRASH. WIFE AVA STERLING-COLE PRONOUNCED DEAD AT SCENE.