Damian Priest Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Call it in,” Anton was already dialing. “Ambulance. Immediate dispatch. Multiple casualties.” Damian stepped forward slowly, his eyes scanning every detail. The bodies. The positioning. The damage. A fight. A real one. His gaze dropped to one of the attackers. Something caught his attention. A mark. He crouched, slower this time, his body protesting but ignored as he grabbed the man’s arm, turning it slightly. A tattoo. Crude. Recognizable. His expression darkened instantly. “Pathetic,” he muttered.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

"I'm not sure I've earned the title of Father given what you're about to hear." "Tell me about your past." David's pen was poised above his notebook. "Before you came to Bellmare, before you became a priest, who were you?" Damien took a breath and I squeezed his hand, silently reminding him I was there, that whatever he said I wasn't going anywhere. "I was a criminal. I worked for an organization that specialized in intimidation and violence, doing whatever my boss needed done without asking questions about morality or consequences." "What kind of violence?" David's expression remained neutral but I saw him write something quickly.

They spoke on the call for less than ten minutes and after dropping the call, he walked out of the office. Damian walked into his hotel room from the balcony with a stick of cigarette between his lips. He wore a black leather short that exposed a bit of his Calvin Klein boxers. His upper body was left exposed, making his tattoo visible enough under the blue background light. He walked over to a cushion chair and sat, flipping his laptop open and turning it on. He typed in some numbers with his right hand, while his left hand held a glass of alcohol. He dropped his glass of the table and picked up the laptop, leaning back comfortably on the chair.

Damien said as the three men sat down. “Do you think we won’t get back at you for this?” one of them sneered and Damien laughed. “You think you can?” Damien asked as he smiled. “You won’t, you can’t,” Damien said as he raised his shirt upwards and a dragon tattoo could be seen on the side of his stomach. The three men's eyes widened as Damien rose to his feet. “It’s been nice working with you,” Damien said as he grabbed Ria’s hands and walked out of the office his other hand in his pocket. The guards could only watch as he walked away.

Damian smiled at the priest and he gulped. I wondered why the priest was so damn quiet listening to every single word Damian said, I could see fear in his eyes and his hands were trembling as he spoke. My eyes landed on the glass table on the altar and from the reflection I could see an assassin on the rooftop aiming its gun at me. Why me? Or was it the priest? Or could it be Damian? I couldn't care less if it was either Damian or me. At least I will be free. The priest conducted the ceremony in fear and we signed the document, after all the process, Damian went straight to his car and drove off leaving me at the church.

Damian asked coldly. "In the dungeon boss." Grey answered. Damian stood up and left the room with Grey trailing behind him. *********** ~DUNGEON~ Damian watched angrily as a man probably in his mid twenties was chained against the wall. He had blue and black bruises all over his body which was a result of the beating he recieved from Damian's guards. "What do you think you would gain my stealing from me?" He asked taking slow strides towards the already shivering man. "I'm so sorry boss. I don't know what came over me. I needed money urgently so I....."

I’d never seen anyone retreat so fast in my life. I flinched, trying to balance on my bandaged foot, which now hovered awkwardly in the air because dropping it felt like hell knives. “And you,” Damien snapped, turning his full storm onto me, “why do you always sustain injury? What happened this time? You broke a glass and weren’t careful enough? That’s why he carried you like some prized doll? His prized doll?” His words were venom. His eyes burned. “Is that all you really are? A fucking whore? What now, you want to seduce Theo? Are you even any different from Cleo?”

He clearly was trying so hard to hold back but he was failing at it miserably. "I just a trying to sit comfortably." "Don't give me that b.s, you are enjoying torturing me. Is that it?" "I don't know what you are talking about." Raven feigned fake innocence. Damien smirked, and his hand went to her thigh as her dress was short. He started to caress her up and down. Slow and deliberate. A/N: Hey all I hope you enjoyed this chapter Xxx :P