Damon Prison World Pancakes Novels & Stories

she said, her voice firm. “I heard that,” came a deep voice from the hall. I froze, heartbeat skipping. Damian appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, hair damp like he’d just come from training. His gaze flicked toward me briefly before moving to Maren. “You’re making that thing again?” “Pancakes,” Maren said flatly.

I gestured vaguely to the eggs and bacon like they were evidence in a courtroom. Damon turned to me with that maddening smile—the one that looked harmless but carried too much intent. “Oh, I do have a company to run,” he said smoothly, leaning against the counter as though he belonged here. “But what’s the point of empires and meetings if I can’t spend a little time cooking breakfast for someone worth it?” My cheeks betrayed me instantly, heating before I could even school my expression. My brain screamed at me to roll my eyes, to scoff, to do something, but all I managed was a sharp inhale.

The moment I hit the street at the age of nine, I already know not to trust anyone, that emotions make you vulnerable and there's no such thing as free. Or love. I tied Nicholas Salazar on a bolted stool on the far corner of the room but not far enough for him not to see a magnificent show before death claimed him. One more and the show would start soon. I drag Antonio Lewis on the butcher table, securing his hands and feet with a metal wire, making it extra tight as I gave it a hard tug so the wire would dig to his skin. This was easier than I thought it would be. Well, I’ll just make the most of it. Thankful that the place was airtight and soundproof or things would be messy with those nos

We leave the apartment and walk to my favorite 24-hour diner. "Pats has the best pancakes," I tell the boys as we sit in my favorite booth. Joe our waiter walks up. "Who do we have here?" she asks cheerfully. "Hey Joe this is my cousin Sean and his friends. They are visiting for a couple of days," I say with a smile. Sean's face twists into a sneer. "Oh great sounds like a blast," she says with a sile. "Do you know what you want?" "The usual," I tell her. The usual is a stack of classic pancakes with whipped cream, berries and syrup. I also get a large strawberry milkshake to go along with it.

Whenever she made some in the Palace, she would brag so much and blame me for not being as homely as she was so I often wondered if being homely and respectful had anything to do with Pancakes. Damien also confirmed that the pancakes were really good. This was the first time he was eating pancakes after such a long time. “We had forgotten it existed as a meal.” Damien laughed and we joined him. After the time we spent in the kitchen, we were now sure that the Alpha was done with his meetings and was waiting for us. I was tired of referring to him as just the Alpha so I made a Northern step in trying to find out his name. “I noticed that we still don't know Alpha's name.”I told my friends as

"Please, give me another chance." Luca stood, straightening his immaculate suit. "Anything?" He glanced at Enzo, who gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Very well. You have one month to pay back every cent you've stolen, plus fifty percent interest. And you'll be working directly under Enzo's supervision." Relief washed over Antonio's face. "Thank you, boss. Thank you-" "I'm not finished," Luca's voice hardened. "If you step out of line even once, if you so much as think about betraying this family again, Enzo here will make sure it's the last thought you ever have. Understood?"

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO "Motherfucker." I pinch the bridge of my nose then took a deep breath to calm myself. Amelia was sweating as she was covered in her vomit. After she woke up she started fighting, trying to get out of the chains. I shut her up by slapping her but that made the situation worse, she vomited all over the place and now she smells like shit. "I'll get Oscar," I said. "No, we don't have time." Giovanni replied.

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his kitchen to cook. “What just happened?” I then said asking my mother, “I don’t care, God is smiling on us. Come let’s eat and pop this champagne.” My mom answered and I loved the elated look on her face at getting free stuff. This day had just gotten better and better. And so, celebrate we did. >>>>> Damien`s POV “As you instructed, I have personally given the ladies free food on the house.”

Lou’s easy voice followed the beep of the security scanner. “I come bearing gifts,” he announced. Alex perked up instantly as Lou walked in holding a tray with pancakes shaped like dinosaurs. “Breakfast for the little warrior!” Alex’s eyes widened in excitement. “Dino pancakes!” Lou winked dramatically. “Only the best for the bravest kid in the city.” Sarah laughed softly, and Damon’s shoulders eased, the room warming even more with the simple comfort of normalcy. As Alex ate happily on the couch, Lou leaned closer to Damon and Sarah.

They had already given names to the five of us with subpoena's; the Lola-5, Sub babies and many more that drove me sick as well as insane. The next day, Mofe left back to school and I was alone again with Nurse Evelyn, Ms. Lizzy and the Chef. When Mommy was not around, I ate in my bedroom. When she was around mostly breakfast or dinner, I had to stay on the dinning table because she wanted to talk to me. Daa came back home that night during dinner. We sat in their room for an hour and talked about the subpoena again. "The truth will set you free, Tamunoibim", He always called me in my full name blending the two words together into one one. "especially since you didn't do anything wrong".