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"Why don't you show me how much you like this as well!" Damien grinned and nodded. Slipping his long body off the couch and onto the floor between her legs, he complied with her wishes. He slipped his tongue out and circled the treasure before him, catching the first few drops of moisture that had started to leak out between her lips. The moan she let out came from her belly, deep and long. "YESSSS! I have waited all day for this."

Her hands were on his, delicately preventing him from brandishing the weapon against the offender who was now currently apologizing profusely. Donovan's eyes were still on him. "You dared to mistreat my wife. You." His voice was disturbingly calm. The manager's face remained pale as he tried to form words but before he could respond, Standfast, Donovan's loyal companion, stepped forward with a determined glint in his eyes. Without a word, Standfast delivered a swift, decisive blow to the manager's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground with a cry of pain. Blood started to fill his mouth. Donovan looked on in satisfaction. Somehow, he was glad Boma had held him back. He didn't know what he

But Giovanni Sullivan - Damien's uncle and the family's legal advisor, a short rotund man with a handle bar moustache stopped him. “Damien, we can’t be too hasty with this. We must let the others know immediately…” he said, his gravelly voiced was grating as his face, wrinkled from years of stress and tension creased even further, he was the second son after Damien’s father, and he was someone Damien respected highly. Giovanni is a skilled lawyer with a keen understanding of legal loopholes and strategies to keep the family's operations under the radar. He is responsible for ensuring that the Sullivan family stays clean in the eyes of the law, leveraging his expertise to manage legal risks a

But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.

Damon was too confident that he could kill Thamer easily. Thamer just laughed at him. " Yes, any moment, you're dead Professor Salvatore!" He said and hit him with a fireball also. Damon stumbled on the ground but he managed to stod up. His wing like bat suddenly stretches out under his huge cape. He's going to fly and at the same time, attacking him. " Now let's see if you heal faster!" He shouted at him and rose to the sky. Thamer had wings too so before Damon attack him, he quickly avoided the huge blaze of fire instantly.

Damon stopped what he was doing and gave Salvatore a I didn't ask for the details look. Salvatore stopped talking. He never asked for the details, he doesn't need them but Salvatore never fails to deliver them. Damon continued what he was doing again, his face was devoid of emotions. "He asked if he can see Daisy" Salvatore spoke again. Damon's bulky shoulders stiffened and he paused writing. His head raised to stare at Salvatore without saying a word. "I told him you didn't order that. I didn't let him" He provided quickly.

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

I asked him. “Ah it seems you don’t know everything,” he said. “Like I told you, it’s stuff I made up and dreamt about,” I said to him. “The man you spent all your time with, Damon Woods, he’s an Enforcer,” Calvin said. “Is he like you?” I asked him as my heart started beating loudly. “In a way, we’re wolves, they’re jaguars,” he said. “What is an enforcer?” I asked him as pieces started fitting together. Damon knowing things, always being awake when I was no matter what the time. Damon always finding me. Damon sniffing the air just like Calvin had done, his eyes slightly changing.

We waited by a rusted crane, the sea choppy and black behind us. Exactly on time, a black sedan arrived. Damon Salvatore stepped out, accompanied not by a low-ranking mercenary, but by his most trusted, brutally efficient Sicilian lieutenant, Marco. Damon looked impeccably dressed, but the sweat on his brow betrayed his desperation. He was walking into this exchange because his financial situation demanded it. “Vladimir,” Damon said, his voice carrying the false warmth of a man who believed he held the upper hand. “How tragic that we meet again under such trying circumstances. My deepest condolences on the… setbacks you’ve experienced.”

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.