Novelas y relatos de Damien Knight

"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.

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

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"Can you explain to me what is happening? Who is he?" Damien breathed deeply, his chest going up and down, and he glared at me with so much hate in his eyes. "He… he's Aiden's brother." Damien spat without taking his eyes off me. "Aiden?" The woman frowned. "Your dead friend?" He nodded, and at the same time, Katana poked my hand. "Talk to me, Kenneth. Who are these weird people, and why haven't you called security? That man looks dangerous, and he threatened to kill you. How does he know your name?"

Damien believed he was that way, and now, seeing Lucian doing the same to him, he understood how wrong he had been. Before Damien arrived at the Black Night Pack house territory, he had been sure his plan was foolproof and he was going to rescue Emberlynn without any form of drama. But he was surprised he had been ambushed. With all that Lucian had said, he seemed to know he was coming to his pack house. Someone was a spy in his and had told Lucian he would be arriving. Damien snarled. Both Lucian, Selene and the spy he was going to kill all three of them as soon as he stepped out of the dratted prison.

If I could match that string to a name… “Elena?” I jumped, slamming the laptop shut before spinning around. Damien stood in the doorway, shirt wrinkled, a faint bruise blooming on his temple from the explosion. He looked like hell, but still managed to wear it like armor. “You’re not sleeping,” he said softly. “I could say the same for you.” His jaw tensed, but he stepped inside. “I saw your light. Thought maybe you needed something”. I didn’t answer. Because if I opened my mouth, I’d scream at him. Demand to know who R-7AC03 was. Demand to know if he already knew

I frowned. He shook his head and walked in, he gently closed the door behind him. “I'm sorry, this is the first time you have actually waited for me.” “Well, get used to it,” I forced a smile, getting impatient already. “So where is Kai? Did you see him?” Damien shrugged off his coat, my eyes noticed a wound on his chest. A proof that he saw Kai and got into a fight with him. He must have pissed Kai off. “Still the same arrogant bastard. He didn’t come.”

Nothing about this meeting would be professional. Damien Kane was already waiting. He sat behind a massive obsidian desk like a king on his throne, sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair. Thirty-four years old, impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from ice and sin. His dark hair was perfectly styled, but those storm-gray eyes… they were anything but calm. They tracked her every step, stripping away every layer of armor she’d tried to wear.

"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.

And if Vivian got in my way? I would crush her too. I walked back to the window. And as I looked back out of the window, I let a wicked smile grace my lips. I raised my empty glass toward the city lights. “Let the games begin.” I whispered to my reflection on the window. “Damian… I’m going to fucking crush you.” And somewhere across Berlin— Completely unaware— Damian Knight didn't know that he had already walked straight into the trap I had carefully laid for him.