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Damien just watched her eat as he sipped his soda. "Destination," Damien suddenly said. "Sorry," Aella asked with her mouthful of burger. "My favorite movie is Destination," Damien explained. "Ohhh." Aella grinned. "Favorite color?" she asked. "Black" Damien responded swiftly "Favorite sports?" "Ice hockey" Aella continued to ask Damien little questions, and he answered them all until her food was finished. "Satisfied?" Damien asked. "Yes, thank you for bringing me out today," Aella said. "Don't mention," Damien said as he stood up from the seat. Damien paid for the meal as well as the takeout Aella ordered.

"Find what you're looking for?" Damien leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, a tumbler of bourbon dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. The camera feeds painted his torso in shifting blue shadows, illuminating the scars I hadn't known about three parallel lines raked across his pectoral, pale and raised like the marks of some great beast. I lifted the letter opener between us, letting moonlight dance along the blade. "Does the footage come with director's commentary, or do you just jack off to the silent reruns?"

“Morning.” Without another word, I placed the old photograph on the coffee table and pointed directly at the logo. “I’ve seen this before.” He studied it carefully, his brow furrowing. “Where?” “Hart Global.” The words hung between us. Thick and heavy silence stretched. Damien looked from the photograph to me, his expression hardening into something unreadable yet intense. Finally, he spoke. “Get ready.” I frowned. “For what?” “We’re going to my office.”

The sadness is quickly replaced by fury. Damien throws the camera on the bed. "Listen to me." He hisses. "You're going to pick that stupid book and this stupid camera and you're going to give them back to Vanessa!" He bends so close that I can feel his hot breathe on my face. "And tell her to stay away from my wife!" ***

Chris glared at the demon but Damien remained unbothered, “Anyway, only that guy who followed you knows about me. It’ll be a problem if he already shared it to everyone though.” “How exactly did he know about you? I thought you’re mostly invisible when we’re in the house?” Chris insisted to know. “He didn’t see me in those cameras. Creatures like me can’t be recorded with technology. I also found out that only the Fantasia boss has access to those cameras. He’s still doesn’t trust his people.” Damien disclosed but still avoided the question. “You’re not answering my question at all.” “Well turns out that he saw us in the night market with Linus and his host. He run a background check on all

We tied him quick with belts from the closet, breathing heavy, cocks still refusing to go fully soft from the rush. “Hollywood enemies,” Damien muttered, wiping blood from his lip. “Marcus Reed’s crew. They’ve been after my adaptation rights for years. This proves it’s bigger than I thought.” I grabbed the USB, my hands slippery. “We need to see what’s on this. But first get somewhere safe. Panic room. Now.” My ass ached from the earlier pounding, cum still dripping as we moved, the mix of fear and raw horniness making my skin burn. We ran naked down the hall, Damien leading, his thick cock swinging with each step. Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger.

“So, he already has money, why didn’t he stop coming after me?” “You and Tara are the loose ends and unfinished business.” “Motherfucker.” Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. “What about those cameras in my penthouse?” “Apparently, he couldn’t find anything he could use against you.” Damian looked amused. “What?” I arched my eyebrows. “Wait. You found the device?” “Yes, except those files.” “Then how—” He grinned at me. “You don’t have compromising photos, videos, a crypto wallet, or even bank apps on your phone.”

“Snow, you are absolutely incredible. Do you know this?” Damien said. I looked up at him bewildered. I just told this man that the largest assassin company in the world was out to get him personally, and he thinks I'm incredible? I shook my head at him. “What?” I said.

Damian did not come back for the empire. Or the company. Or revenge against Gregory. He came back because somewhere between the bullets and the river and the sinking ship, Damian Hart finally found something he wanted to live for more than survival itself. And now he was fighting his way back to it.

Claire’s POV Damien was in too good of a mood lately. Even with his children giving him purpose, or whatever, he still usually moped around, missing his presumed-dead wife. Yet, suddenly, everything seemed to have shifted. Oddly, it happened right around the time of Sienna’s capture.