Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

The first week we barely spoke. Damian spent mornings on the porch with coffee, staring at the lake like it might give him answers. His shoulder was healing, scar tissue pink and puckered now, but he favored it when he thought I wasn’t watching. I spent mornings riding the perimeter fence line on a steady bay mare named Luna, checking posts, breathing air that didn’t taste of diesel or fear.

Just the faint smell of old herbs and citrus. But the discomfort in his gut still didn’t go away. “There’s something wrong,” Too many signs. He stared at the flask. Turned it over in his hand. “What if…” Damien left work early and stopped by at a well-kept apartment building along a tree-lined road on Emerson Street. It was Collin’s house. He hadn’t called ahead. He hadn’t even planned to come. But this was a necessity. Just as he began approaching the walkway The front door opened to show his friend, dressed in joggers and a fitted tee.

I sit next to Damon as he introduces the rest of his people to me. I try hard to memorize the names and the faces, but I already know I'll fail miserably. In total, there are about twenty people. Not all live in the house, but in the neighboring houses too. The street is rented by Damon. Apparently, he opened a business with medicinal herbs and stuff like that when he first arrived in the city and it grew into a pretty profitable thing over time. His knowledge of plants from the rogues of the Amazonian forest helped him. That is how he met Diana, as she was a rogue healer in the first city he ended up in after running away. The rest came with time, happy to join his cause instead of being fo

Romano said, extending his hand for his handshake while feeding his ego. Damian made no attempt to shake him. He only took the hoodie cover off his head and returned his hands to his pocket. “I haven't heard of any Romano. You might not be as popular in the real world.” Damian replied calmly, bruising Romano's already flattered ego.

Once I'm dressed, I head out to my truck and drive down to the beach where Damion lives. Damion's family is one of the wealthier families, second only to Mr. Darby's family. While Damion's family seeks luxury and extravagance, Mr. Darby seeks wealth and money. "Hey, bitch," Damion greets me as I walk up to his front porch. "Hey, fucker. So, Damion's stepdad is out of town this week and his mom is working the night shift tonight. I'm thinking of throwing a huge party at their house."

Rhodes was waiting for him. Her coat was crimson. Her smile, cruel. "Damian. Come to surrender?" He lit a cigarette with shaking hands. "You never could keep your monsters leashed." She struck first. They crashed through furniture and metal, claws and fists flying. Blood hit the walls. Damian bared his teeth, a low growl building in his throat. Rhodes laughed. "Still think you run this city?" He grinned, even as blood ran down his temple. "I don’t need to run it. Just need to watch you burn.

"Thanks." Damien placed the wine bottle on the table and took his seat with a sigh. "Did you actually have the time to cook all of this?" his girlfriend enquired. "Nah, I ordered it. I got your favourite, ribs, spicy, and there's some fries. There's... potato salad... lamb stew? I don't know. Umm... what's this? I don't know what this is," Damien explained unwrapping the food. "I don't care, I see ribs, imma eat ribs."

DAMIEN POV I wanted to meet with Leah at work first but I couldn't ignore the aching sensation in my ribs. I drove straight to the hospital. I need to get it checked. And maybe see Vivvenne and discuss with her there. I pulled up in the parking lot, and I staggered out of the car, holding my chest as it's getting worse every minute.

Nieven sighed. "What happened?" Ruvyn smiled and gently patted his back. "Nothing to be worried about," he said. "You should rest for a little while, let us go Nieven." he grabbed his friend's arm. "If you need anything, tell the maids to call me." the silver-haired said. "Alright, thank you Nieven." Jimmy smiled. "You too Ruvyn for letting me borrow your room." 💎

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***