Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

He is already smitten with Samantha, but he can’t show it, his pride can never allow it. April has joined the table today, and I notice how her eyes are focused on Maximo. She has tried so many ways to get close to him, secretly thinking I wouldn’t know, but has failed on plenty of occasions. What she doesn’t know about Maximo is that he may be painted as the bad boy and ruthless between the two of us, but he is the most loyal, and betraying his mate isn’t something he can do. April notices how Maximo has his eyes on Samantha and glares at Samantha, who isn’t noticing.

He pointed to the guy from this morning. He was a blond guy, sporting a flop of dirty blond hair with strikingly green eyes. He appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked naïve yet foolish at the same time. There was like a sweet and innocent look on his baby face. Unlike Ryder, there were not any signs of him getting a beard any time soon unless he shaved his face regularly. He looked the youngest. “That’s Connor.” He pointed to the guy standing beside Jake.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

His heart raced and the man clenched and unclenched his fists twice before looking at me again. “You’re going to hate me when you hear it.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did anyway.” “What do I have to do with this?” I asked, shaking my head in question. “And why would I be hating you, Diego?” “I am a demon in disguise. I try to be good, but I know for fact that I am not.” He said, and I took a deep breath before taking his hand in mind, squeezing it gently.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.

Linny was already half dressed when he came in. His eyes held this twinkle in them. " Damian, I don't think we should do this" He didn't respond but looked at her instead like she was some meal of some sort. "I will do with you as I please" he roared. Linny whimpered. Damian was relentless as he walked around her sniffing and drawing in her scent. There was an unfamiliar scent around her. " Who have you been with?" he demanded.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

They got to a restaurant and ordered some food and wine. "Ask me two questions and I will answer honestly." Damien said all of a sudden after their meal and the waiter had come to clear the table. "Wow! Alright Sir. I hope I'm not going to cross my boundary with the questions I'm going to ask." Kimberly shrugged. "Ask." "Okay, the first question is where were you born? Germany?" She asked the first question and that was simple to Damien. "Here in Italy." He answered, truthfully. "Oh! I was born in the United states."