Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Weapon

He took off his leather jacket and threw it on the sofa , revealing his weapons hidden under it . Damien noticed her anticipating looks at his weapons , understanding what was going through her mind, so he ignored her, grabbed her waist and lifted her to the sofa until her face was directly parallel to his, with a sly smile : " That 's better , at least you'll feel as tall as me and have a fair chance of stealing my weapon ." She was only aware of herself

"This is my first and last warning to you, don't fucking cry... Not even a sob... I hate crying and I'll fucking kill you..." He gritted and she started trembling. "Now I am going to remove this and you will sit down on the bed quietly like a good girl..." He demanded and she nodded timidly. He removed the gun and she quickly wiped her tears. He locked the gun and placed it in his waistband. Sarah sat on the bed quietly looking at him terrified. He sighed scratching his forehead. "I am Damian knight... And you will be here until your so called husband give me my weapons... No one will hurt you until you do something crazy. So, co-operate and don't create problems for me and you..."

A man knelt on the floor, hands trembling, voice cracking. “Please… Boss… just one more chance…” He sobbed like he’d already seen the end. Across from him sat Damian. Polished. Perfect. Predatory. He was polishing a gun like it was art, not a weapon. Every motion slow. Calm. Controlled. He didn’t even look up. Not at first. Then he saw me. And smiled. Slow. Dangerous. Devastating. “There she is,” he murmured. “Come here, baby girl.”

The room filled with tension so sharp it almost hummed. Damian stopped a few steps away. “You got something.” “Yes.” “From Marcus.” “Yes.” Another pause. “Let me explain.” “Before or after I ask why your stepbrother has legal access to assets you swore were clean?” she asked, finally turning to face him. Damian’s jaw tightened. “They weren’t clean,” he admitted. “They were weapons.” Her heart skipped. “Weapons?” “Against him,” Damian said. “Insurance I built years ago, back when I believed exposure was the only language Marcus understood.”

I whispered. Damian drew his weapon. “Apparently not.”

The last thing he wanted right now was an unexpected bullet. He got out of the vehicle and turned, using his body to shield his hand. "We're going back there for my brother," the man said. "Let's talk about this." Damian turned, brought his gun up to eye level and fired. The wet splatter of blood painted the side of the ATV. When Damian had thought about thinning his team, this wasn't what he'd had in mind. He didn't holster his weapon yet. Instead he turned to where Aaron and his passenger waited, watching them.

“You really think this ends with you playing the hero? You always were arrogant. But here’s the problem—you can’t shoot me without starting a war. And we both know how much you hate chaos.” I barely breathed. My wrists ached from the rough grip of one of Evan’s men, but I refused to let them see my fear. I had learned something about Damian in the past few months—he never made empty threats. “Damian,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. His eyes flicked to mine for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. There was something there—something raw, something desperate. Then everything happened at once. Damian fired. The gunshot roared through the room, echoing off the marble walls. E

Damian stood up from where he was and the guards immediately knew what to do as they placed a bag over the heads of the VIPS and dragged them away leaving only the commissioner behind. "Where were we, commissioner?" Damian took out his custom made Glock 17 which was made outta pure gold. "I will never submit to you, Damian.... You can go ahead and kill me..." Miguel stubbornly said even though his back was completely covered in sweat.. "Oh don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, my love.... That would be too easy.." Damian rubbed his chin like he was in deep thoughts before snapping his fingers... "I think I know what to do with you, my dear friend..." Damian unhurriedly aimed at his forehead an

I asked, rolling my eyes at him. What he said next killed my confidence in an instant. Damian used his gun to point at my private region and said, "Your body and that untouched hole of yours. That's the only weapon that can kill Diego for sure." "Excuse me? What are you talking about?" I questioned, acting confused. "Did you just call my V untouched? Goodness!" I laughed, swaying my head at Damian. "You still think that I'm a virgin? Grow up, Damian. Let go of your crazy fantasy about being my first because that plan has sailed and sunk. The prize has been taken by Diego, and you can't get it back."

Damian snapped, sweat beading on his forehead. The seconds stretched into an eternity, the tension in the room unbearable. Finally, Damian let out a breath. “Got it. The weapon’s offline.” The team regrouped, their breaths coming hard and fast. “Let’s get out of here,” Damian said. As they retreated, Sage couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Bancroft wouldn’t go down without a fight—and neither would they.