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He placed the two helmets on the seat before turning around. Once he noticed the look on my face, he blocked my sight of the motorcycle. “Hey! Don’t go looking at my baby like that.” He refuted back. I rolled my eyes at him. He ran his fingers through his messed up hair. He appeared insanely gorgeous with that messy look. “You have a death grab!” he suddenly exclaimed as he lifted his shirt up as if to prove his point, surely enough, there were three fingernail marks that I had left behind. “You told me to hold on tight.” I murmured as I glanced down.

A nervous laugh escaped me—then immediately turned into a groan as I clutched my stomach. Nope. It didn’t help. I was still panicking. Because here was the issue: Damiano wasn’t some random guy you clap back at, then mute on I*******m. No. He was Damiano freaking Valentino. Mafia lord and Salvatore's third in command. Murderous glare. Walking nightmare in an expensive suit. And I… I had just told him off. “Congratulations,” I muttered to myself, dragging my palms down my face until my cheeks squished like a sad pancake. “You’ve officially signed your own death certificate—with glitter pen. Maybe he’ll frame it.”

He was teasing now, but there was an edge to it, a challenge. The memory of that night flashed through my mind. Damien's face when he saw his precious car engulfed in flames, the way the paint bubbled and peeled, the acrid smell of burning rubber and melted plastic. It had been a message, pure and simple. Cross me, and face the consequences. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to do that," Salvatore added, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. I took another long drag from my cigar, savoring the moment. "I didn't know you liked the show. I should have set up a bigger one to entertain you really well." My reply was casual, but I could see the way his jaw tightened at the implication.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

the Queen commanded, stepping back with a regal wave of her hand. The executioner reached for the lever. The ropes swayed gently in the breeze, waiting to fulfill their grim purpose. “Wait.” The word rang out, commanding and firm. All heads turned toward the voice. Prince Damien rose from his seat, his expression unreadable as he descended the steps. The Queen’s eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as he approached. “What are you doing, Damien?” she demanded. He didn’t answer her. Instead, he stepped between me and the gallows, his tall frame blocking my view of the platform.

“Then you decided to keep coming after me. You couldn’t let me go, could you? You had to keep talking, keep trying to make trouble. And now…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach turn. “Now I have to remind you who I am. I have to remind you that I am Damien Salvatore. I have to remind you what my family is. I have to remind you of your place.” He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “You’re not even a real Blackwater. And I guess that’s why you act the way you do. But here’s the thing.....” He straightened suddenly, towering over me like a judge delivering a sentence.

"But you're not dead yet. That's going to take a little while longer." Salvatore's eyes gleamed towards me as he started to walk towards me with sadistic pleasure. He reached me and trailed his hands on my face, pulling me close to him. "You know, Don, I can make all of my men sleep with her, right in front of you," Don's eyes widened in horror, his battered face twisted in pain. Salvatore knew the only way to make Don react and that way was using me. "Leave her alone, Salvatore," he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

She blurts out. "Enough!" Salvatore yelled at her. He moved closer to her. "Don't you ever dare say such rubbish, no one can ever manipulate Salvatore, I am only following the truth, and I know that she is saying nothing other than the truth, you're the liar here." Salvatore blurts out. Chloe smiled taking her gaze to Sophia. "Should I clap for you?, I mean look you've done a great job, manipulating a Mafia Don is the biggest achievement." She said in mockery.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?