Damiano David Age Novels & Stories

"Tell the pack. This is a new order that must be followed strictly. All our soldiers are going to be active from now, and we will soon be going into a war. If need be, we will also be recruiting men from the rest of the pack from ages 20-35 for the battle", Damien's rough baritone voice bellowed over the room of his cabinet which included his advisers, his elders and his loyal friend and second-in-command, Alex . At the alpha's last sentence, all eyes in the room were on him, every single one of them filled with shock."Alpha, don't you think-""Not another word," Damien ordered with his hand in the air, cutting one of the elders off.

Blue eyes flickered towards the screen on which ' my son' was blinking. " How old is your son?" Damiano asked, folding his sleeves up, as another bullet was shot at his car. " 6." Confused Luke beside him answered and a long sigh escaped Damiano's lips. " Drive and get backup as fast as you can, I will handle this." He ordered, his finger latching on the door opening the car. The men outside altered at his move hiding in the shadows. " But capo I can't-" the man cut himself off as Damiano glared at him.

"Why would I do that?" "I'm younger than you and I'm not exactly the prettiest girl in the kingdom." Summer continues squirming as David stares at blankly. "How old are you anyway? I remember Isabella saying something about your age but I totally forgot." "I'm twelve but I'll turn thirteen in a few months." She doesn't know if she is trying to assure herself or him. "Well, I turned fourteen a few months ago. It turns out that I am just a year older." He says.

Rafaelle continued with a smug grin. “Rafaelle, shut up. Are you trying to kill her? She just had a coughing fit.” She smacked him on the head. He gave a pout and rubbed the back of his head. “Don’t listen to him. He plays around too much. He’s twenty-eight and so is Lorenzo. Damiano is thirty – not thirty-eight.” She explained. “That’s a relief.” I let out a breath. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it if Damiano was a whole eighteen years older than me.

The office felt charged, the scent of sex thick, her submission to these older men, especially Damian, fueling the forbidden heat. Damian stood, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her petite frame. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her up roughly. 'Not done yet, red. Time to really show you off.' His voice was gravelly, commanding, the age gap between them—his forty-seven years to her twenty-five—making her feel small, owned. She stumbled to her feet, legs wobbly, cum trickling down her thighs.

Reagan replied making David angry. "What the hell are talking about?..... You lead a possible murderer to my fiancee and her sister...... How stupid are you........ I start if anything happens to my woman and sister including my daughter, I will wipe out your whole family from the surface of the earth. " David bellow making everyone flinch and Maya held his hand and pulled him back on his chair. "Calm down David..... Reagan is a professional and I know he won't make any mistakes...... If he trust this Adriano Sanchez guy then we also must and wait for him. " Oscar defended Reagan who nodded.

“Yes, Wyatt, something did happen. Something so beautiful and amazing that I almost wonder if you'll believe me when I tell you.” “Hold on, let me guess,” Wyatt said, with a dramatic pause afterward. “You got laid by someone your own age?” David brought his gaze down to meet Wyatt's. “Very funny, but you know I only date women between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-seven. Give or take a year or two.” Wyatt laughed and shook his head. “Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot about that rule.” “No, what I have is much better than getting laid,” he said, standing up from the chair.

Really gorgeous— if you looked beyond her expressionless face and cold disposition. Camille noticed the tiny drops of water he'd missed clinging to his creamy hard torso, but she focused on his eyes. "To me. . . you are." "How so?" "You're 24, Damien. I'm 33. Do the math." "I'll be 25 in a couple months. Besides, haven't you heard that age is just a number?"

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

Damian grumbled, wanting to spill everything to Joshua, who still didn't know about his friend's secret. "Hahaha, you're like a teenager having a fight with his girlfriend. That definitely happened to me when I first met my mate. You have to grow up, Dario. You can't be so childish because you're already hundreds of years old". Joshua made a comment like that. "Did you say you were jealous? Who is Rachel close to?" said Joshua, looking at Damian for a moment. Damian seemed to stare back at him as he winced softly. "Don't tell me you're jealous that Rachel is close to her father because he's a boy?" Joshua said.