Damian And Jon Novels & Stories

It was unbelievable that Damian had just died like that. “Your messiah died in less than a week here. Couldn't last one fucking week!” he pressed on, angry at them for not trusting him. “Next time I tell you I'm capable of something, let me handle it. Okay?” he added before walking out. The two black scorpione men covered their heads in thought. They had gotten the news some minutes before Romano barged in and were still unable to process everything. Damian was supposed to be the messiah out of all these. Guess Romano was right after all. They were stuck with him.

Totally forgetting about the young bartender. “But you promised you’d stay quiet, Blakey.” Said Damian, whispering back, with his eyes closed. Totally pissed. “But I have demands too.” Said Blake, responding to Damian. Still whispering. “Do you, uh, still want the juice?” Asked the bartender from behind. Not whispering at all. “Yes!” “No!” Blake and Damian answered at the same time. The bartender looked confused, “We’re leaving,” said Damian, grabbing Blake by the waistline, and scooping him over to Damian’s right broad shoulder.

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

A group of four friends who loved hanging out for an insane number of hours in the evenings to pop bear kept throwing arguments about the top one news in New Jersey. “Son of bitches. Thank God my father wasn't this useless. relieve him of his balls.” Damian whispered above his voice, dragged the last pinch of his cigarette and dumped the stump, stamping his feet to put off the fire. “Any useful information yet?” he demanded raising a brow. One just had to say yes to his every demand or get punched in the face. Damian never takes no for an answer, one just had to find a way to incorporate a yes in his/her responses to Damian’s demands or questions.

I turned to walk away, then he interrupted my steps, as he said, “was that a yes?” “What?” I asked. “If I stop hurting people, would you move in immediately?” He asked. Before I could talk, Ashley's voice echoed as she called, “Janelle! Janelle!” Damian was ready to move towards Ashley, but I moved closer to stop him. “Stop!” I said. He looked at my lips and smiled. “You have nice lips,” he said and turned. “I’ll be expecting a reply tonight,” he said. “Also Janelle…how well do you trust this couple?,” he said before walking away. Alex turned to me and said, “the car engine is back on, and still fully tracked,” he then bowed and followed Damian.

A knock interrupted us before I could sit with that thought any longer. Damian stood in the doorway, tie loosened, that same exhaustion carved into his face lately. His eyes moved from me to Sophia and back, something unreadable behind them. “I didn’t realize you had company,” he said. “Sophia Bennett. My best friend since college.” I gestured between them, watching Sophia’s eyes light up with obvious, unrepentant curiosity. “Sophia, my husband.” “The infamous Damian Blackwood.” Sophia stood, extending her hand with confident directness. Damian shook it without flinching. “I’ve heard a lot about you. None of it from Evelyn, she’s been suspiciously tight-lipped.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

said Damian with a smirk . " Stop the nonsense ! He is like a brother to me . He is my best friend . We have grown together . I will definitely not allow anyone to harm him or his child . That child is my godson . " said Alex with a harsh tone . Damina looked at Alex carefully trying to see what he was really thinking . ' ....he doesn't look like he is lying . The friendship between these guys is really good..... ' thought Damian with a smirk . " If you know who I am then you should also know how busy I am . I have no other purpose apart from just recuperating . " said Damian .

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

I took over at Damian and saw that he was still heaving angrily while Felix lied comfortably on the bed. Damian turned back and exchanged looks with Felix while Felix smiled at him. Something is really going on between the two of them.