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Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

he hugged her tightly, dhiren and others also came, liam explained everything to them dhiren shouted "who the hell are those heartless bastards? how can they be this cruel towards a kid? Seriously I wants right find them and hang their bodies in same way after burning them alive" salomi noticed damien's bleeding hands and said "you're bleeding brother" damien said "it's okay, its just a small wound, infect its nothing, don't worry" she teared her shawl and bandaged to his wound to stop bleeding, this gesture of salomi made damien to get amused, because after his sister she is the person who called him brother and noticed his pain

Since we’re going nuclear, I don’t have to worry about being too nice to the staff. Salvatore’s sharp eyes flit between Maria and Dario. “You wanted to see me?” he says after a long pause. Dario rests his elbows on the table, almost like a challenge, declaring that he’s finished with his old uptight ways. He looks dashing and capable in his pale blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, his taut forearms taking me back to last night. My body aches in the best way, my inner thighs throbbing as if demanding more. I never dreamed it would be so effortless.

When he saw me, his eyes suddenly brightened as he walked quickly toward me. "Veronica! I knew you weren't dead!" I stepped back and frowned at the security personnel blocking his path. "What is this man doing here?" The security officer showed me the documents. He had surrendered as a mafia Don just to be brought to Federal Intelligence headquarters for trial. He really was insane. Uncle Dante strode over from the other end of the corridor. His expression was dark. "Mr. Costa, you're not welcome here." Leon's gaze was locked on me, and his voice was hoarse. "Veronica, I need to talk to you."

Instead, he went back to running, leaving everyone astonished. That's because Damien's power is to endure pain. So it's no wonder why he was still alive when he was thrown into the sea and could instantly run after being hit by a car. He didn't feel any pain. That was another reason why Sam hid him. Aside from the fear of his psychopathic soul returning at any time, Sam was also worried that Damien would endanger himself because even if he got hurt, he wouldn't realize it because he couldn't feel pain. His ability, although extraordinary, was also very dangerous because he might not suffer from the pain but if he bled, he might die from blood loss. So that's why Sam is very strict with Damie

“I want you to meet someone.” I frowned and crossed my arms, ready for whatever sleaze she’d dragged home this time. “Who?” The front door swung open behind her, and my breath caught. Salvatore stepped in, tall and sharp in a black suit, that dagger tattoo peeking from his collar. His amber eyes locked on me, a slow and wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind that promised trouble I couldn’t dodge. My legs locked, shock rooting me to the spot as every nerve screamed for me to run.

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

“It’s Vic…Desmond, that’s Victor.” My mouth closed and my eyes narrowed. Aamon partially shifted, my claws coming out. Olivia giggled for a moment, and I looked down at her, confused. “Sorry, Aamon.” She reached up on her tip toes and I felt her rub the ears that had come up with the partial shift. “I’ve never seen you shift with your ears.” “If it makes you happy, mate, I’ll leave them on. I haven’t partial shifted in a while.” A throat cleared. “Now might not be the time to have that conversation?”