Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

Also, what was the consequence of my sort offer? Decisively, the damn deceiver took the primary risk to get away, she even attempted to cut me to death … This happens when I'm excessively kind! Cara's cerebrum bubbled in rage, Songbird's blow had straightforwardly punctured her spine. In spite of the fact that Leaves had the option to mend rapidly recuperate her injuries with spices, Cara's lower body was as yet deadened and with next to no inclination.

But nothing prepared me for the face that appeared on the surveillance screen. Raven. Damien’s ex-lover. The woman who’d disappeared three years ago in a car explosion. The woman he’d mourned in silence. The woman who now stood alive and armed, flanked by a militia of black-clad operatives. Damien froze beside me, color draining from his face. “She was dead,” he murmured. “I saw the wreckage.” “She’s not,” I said grimly. “And she’s not here for a reunion.” The screen flickered as Raven’s voice crackled through the speakers, hijacking our internal comms.

Chapter 101: The Full Backstory The live stream’s aftermath felt like a bomb had gone off in our lives. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. News alerts kept pushing notifications about “Damien Cross Murder Scandal” and “Kira Holt’s Alleged Cover-Up.” Damien paced the living room like a caged predator while Marcus worked frantically at the dining table, multiple screens glowing around him. I stood by the windows, arms wrapped around myself, watching the city wake up under a gray dawn. The USB’s twisted “evidence” had been designed to wound. But the real wound was watching Damien’s face as the world tore into him again.

“You’re serious right now? You’re engaged to Evelyn Vaughn and you’re sitting there working... after what happened this morning?” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” I said. My voice was turning cold. “What happened?” There was a beat of silence. Then Damien’s tone shifted, it was low and grim. “A lighting rig fell on her during the shoot,” he said quietly. “It hit her hard. She’s been unconscious ever since. The set was a mess: blood, broken glass, people screaming. She still hasn’t woken up.” I shot to my feet, the air leaving my lungs. “What?” I shouted, gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turned white. “Why am I just hearing about this now?”

CHAPTER 63– UNTOUCHABLE NO MORE DAMIAN'S POV «BREAKING NEWS: Authorities report a serious vehicular accident involving Marvin Perkins earlier this morning. Details remain limited at this time, and emergency personnel are on the scene. We will continue to provide updates as information becomes available.» That's when I saw it on the news.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the faint beeping of the machines monitoring Sierra's vitals. Damian sat at her bedside, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the chair as he stared at her pale face. The crash had been brutal, and though the doctors were optimistic about her recovery, the emotional weight of the moment was too much for him to bear. He couldn’t help but blame himself. If only he had warned her sooner, if only he had caught on to Victor’s schemes earlier, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

"Don't let him hurt the baby. Please Damian" "I won't" Damian said. Sweat dripped down his face. "I promise I won't let him hurt you" The SUV pulled up next to us. The driver looked over at me. Even through the sunglasses I could see he was smiling. Actually smiling while trying to kill us. He jerked his steering wheel. His SUV slammed into the side of our car. Metal crunched. Glass cracked. I screamed. Damian yanked the wheel hard to the right. We shot across two lanes of traffic. More horns. More yelling. We barely missed hitting another car.

"Mara, I think you should—" "I know. I'll figure it out. Call me when you're with him." I hung up. Matteo was watching me. "Fled the scene," he said. "Yes." "Head injury." "Yes." He pressed his mouth together. Said nothing. I stood up and went to the window and looked out at the street below. Ordinary afternoon. People on their phones, a delivery driver double parked, a woman arguing with an umbrella that had gone inside out in the wind. Viktor in a hospital bed with a head injury and a broken wrist and a car that ran a red light on the Meridian overpass and then disappeared.

Damian's POV Eight Years Ago The gunshot still echoed in my ears. For a moment, I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The abandoned warehouse felt frozen in time. Victor Salazar lay on the concrete floor. Blood spreading beneath him. His expensive suit soaked red. His eyes wide open. Empty. Dead. And standing over him was Luca. My brother. My own brother. Holding a gun. I stared at him. Waiting for my mind to correct itself.