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A small hand tugged at his arm, and he looked down to see a young boy gazing up at him. "This is Damian," Leo said, with a benevolent smile. ‘I think he wants you to watch the show with him.’ "I’m not here for the entertainment," Taylor said, intending to add, "I’m here to take Dianne home." But when he opened his mouth to say the words, he caught Damian’s eye and was rewarded with a smile that could melt the entire Arctic Circle.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Leila . . Damien shouldn’t be here. His father was Tony Smith, an American—not Italian. I knew that much, yet here he was standing before me in flesh, cloaked in a name that ignited fear at every nook and cranny of Las Vegas. Leonardo Alvaro. Of every monster in the Alvaro family, Leonardo was the worst. The most brutal. The most feared. There was a saying that you must have committed a grave sin to cross paths with Leonardo.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

“Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.” Her breath hitched. “I do not—” “Lie to me again and I’ll bend you over right here,” he cut in, eyes dark with hunger. Elena’s cheeks burned. She lifted her chin, trying to be brave. “You’re my boss. This is inappropriate.” Damon laughed in a dirty manner lowly. “Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.”

Louis's figure was well known to the public because of his role as a leader of a large company and his past involvement in politics. News of Louis's departure began to spread throughout the country, including Damian, who was now resting from his bedroom activities. The man was sitting on the sofa with Issabella on his lap, enjoying dinner while watching TV. "Finally," Damian said when he saw the news reporting Louis's death. Damian's words caused a faint wrinkle on Issabella's forehead as she hugged him tightly. "Finally what, dear? What's ending?"

I turned and walked out of the room. THE BREAKFAST TABLE The kitchen was quiet. Leo was eating cereal, swinging his legs. He looked normal. Happy. Damian was standing by the coffee machine. He turned when I entered. He was dressed in a suit as well sharp, tailored, and intimidating. His face was composed, his expression neutral. "Good morning," he said. His voice was polite. Professional. It was the voice he used for Council delegates. "Morning," I replied, forcing a casual tone. I went to the cabinet to get a mug. "Coffee is fresh," Damian said. "Thanks." We moved around each other like magnets with the same polarity, repelling whenever we got too close. The air between us was thick with th

Maybe it was because I had freed myself of the burden of that lie. *** *** *** “You won't believe what I'm watching,” Damion said as soon as I picked his call. “What now?” I asked, logging my schedule for the rest of the week into my automated AI assistant. “Dave Whyte is on national fucking televison. And this is not the only channel he's going to be speaking with from the look of things.” I took a second to process what he had just told me. “This shit cannot be happening, Damion. Why are you telling me this? You were supposed to take care of it.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

" I screamed, thrashing in his hold. I had heard him telling his grandfather and father that he wanted Lily, not me. I had seen him say it, I had heard him say it. How could I possibly forget? Damian didn’t say anything again and only fastened my seat belt. He returned back to the driver's seat and drove off. The ride back home was silent as neither of us said a word. I was too tired to argue anymore and besides my head ached badly. When we got home, Damian carried me straight upstairs to the bedroom. His phone kept vibrating, but he ignored it. Holding my wrist with one hand, he reached for the phone with the other. "I had a meeting this morning with Alpha Levine from Darkwood Pack," he sai