Dammit He Got Me Novels & Stories

Because beneath all the anger— She needed something to hold onto. Even if it was fragile. Even if it was him. Damian turned away slightly, already thinking ahead. Already calculating. Already moving past the moment because he had to. His voice, when he spoke again, was steady. Cold. Certain. “I’m getting him back.”

So, don't make me hate you, Damian Luther. Damian felt helpless and frustrated. He chuckled bitterly and said, "I know that you may not believe me, darling."

Damian "Be with me, Dammy. Nothing else matters," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper as she reached out to me. But I held my ground, my resolve unwavering, as I took another step back, distancing myself from her touch. Her words cut through me like a knife, igniting a flame of anger within. How could she ask me to forget the beautiful life we had created together by abandoning our daughter? I felt a surge of rage building up inside me, my fists clenched at my sides as I struggled to contain my emotions.

Damien smiled at me like this was the happiest day of his life. “Wow, you don’t look like you just had a baby.” He looked me up and down with approval. I tried not to stare at Cato, who seemed to be unconscious. “I hit the gym pretty hard.” “It shows.” On the table beside him was a bloody hammer. I hated to think what he’d done with that. I was so glad I’d come. Whatever Damien did to me would be worth it to get Cato out of there.

I slapped Damien. ___

Dami caught me by my shoulder and forced me to turn to him. "Do you know what my unfinished business is?, or should I say who?" He asked looking down at me before he collected my phone from me and smashed it against the wall while I looked at him and was shaking with fear. "We don't always get what we want, Dami" "I was a bet to you Pearl Adams, I loved you with everything in me and all I was to you was a bet. That whole issue would Ended perfectly five years back if you hadn't called the police on me. You wouldn't have had to suffer again now" he rolled up his sleeves and pick up a candle to lighten it before picking up the knife again.

i tell him and he laughs "That’s not bothering me, but its fine" i bade him goodbye and walked back home trying to block the image i saw of Damie

“She told me… she told me about my dad. How I was working so hard to pay for his medical bills. She said… she said you only loved damaged women. That they make you feel powerful. That I’m just a broken thing you want to fix.” The words were a physical punch to Damian. His face went white, a profound and horrifying rage crossing his features. The muscles in his neck and jaw stood out, stark against his pale skin. He was silent for a long moment, the air thick with his fury, before he pulled out his phone.

Shit! Then the absolute worst thing that could have happened did. Damian reached out through the unbroken Bond. “Oh, you want to break the Bond?” his voice echoed smugly in my skull. “Let’s negotiate terms.”

"Please. Come back to me." The door creaked open, and Damian stepped into the room, his face steely and determined. "I’ve made the deal," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, let’s get you out of here." But as I looked at him, I realized the price he had paid—had I just lost him forever?