Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

I froze in the middle of the dark room, wrapping my arms around myself as Liam’s cruel words from the phone call echoed in my head, with a sharp and poisonous clarity: “Sandra’s a dead fish in bed... Can’t even make her cum anyway.” What if Liam was right? What if I disappointed Ryan, too? What if I made a complete fool of myself? It would be an absolute trauma I would never ever forget. Ryan watched me quietly, and when my hands started shaking, he finally spoke. “You're trembling," he noted softly. He tilted his head, watching me carefully. "If you want to leave, you can. Right now." I blinked, surprised. "What?"

Eyes on the road. Jaw set. Bleeding from a cut on his forehead. "Why are you doing this?" she asked again. "Because I said I would," Damien said. "That’s it?" Damien glanced at her. "No. That’s not it." He didn’t say more. POV: MARCUS He cut through an alley. Lost one car. The other was still there. He pulled his gun. Fired at the tire. Hit. The SUV spun. Crashed. "One down," he said over comms.

Everything, was falling back into its place. *** "At least you didn't have a boring life without me," "Sarah don't you dare, without you, everything fell apart. Literally." I say. "What ever happened with, you know who," "Suicide." I mutter. "He killed himself, thinking I was already gone." "Okay, let's stop with all the sappy stuff, let's leave the past in the past, yeah?" "In with new, out with the old," We all say in unison. "Evening ladies," I turn my head and make eyes contact with familiar brown eyes.

The two men who’d once ruled the New York underworld with reckless, unchallenged power now looked broken, haggard, worn thin by something they couldn’t outrun. I could see it at a glance, they’d lost a lot of weight, like the last three years had eaten them alive. It had been so long, I barely recognized them. When they saw me walking out, they stepped forward immediately, closing the distance between us. Their lips moved, trembling, but not a single sound came out. I looked at them calmly, and spoke first. “What are you doing here?” Vincent’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice rough and hoarse with emotion. “We were wrong. So wrong. We just came to apologize, to see if you’re okay.”

All the pent up energy was rising and it needed to get let out. “Oh, shit. She is going to blow!” Dom said, looking at me and recognizing the warning signs. Damian was driving at 127 mph and the car was shaking. As we came over the hill, I saw an overturned SUV and a full on war breaking out. Vampires were moving around us, and we weren’t keeping up. Damian slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop about 50 yards from the action.