Davos Blackwood Novels & Stories

Alpha Kael Blackwood. Standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting.

Ava woke to her phone exploding with notifications. Richard Blackwood had held his press conference at dawn. The headlines screamed across every major site. “Billionaire Feud Explodes: Damon Blackwood Accused of Using Best Friend’s Associate for Corporate Gain and Personal Pleasure.” Clips showed Richard at a podium looking every bit the wronged patriarch. He claimed Damon had manipulated the marketing campaign through an improper relationship with Ava. He even hinted at ethical violations that could invalidate contracts.

The city was still dark when Damian left Blackwood Tower. The conversation with the firefighter had ended nearly an hour earlier, but the words still echoed in his mind with unsettling clarity. Edward Blackwood. His grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man who had built hospitals, research foundations, and entire industries in the name of medical advancement. A man Damian had once admired. And now possibly the man responsible for the chain of events that had nearly killed Evelyn. Damian drove through the quiet streets with the phone resting on the passenger seat beside him. The photograph the witness had sent remained open on the screen.

My heels clicked against black marble as I stepped inside, the sound echoing back at me like a warning. “Miss Voss.” The voice came from the shadows to my left, low and velvet-rough. “You’re early.” I turned, clutching my small clutch like a shield. He leaned against the doorway in a perfectly tailored black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing ink and muscle. Damien Blackwood. Forty-two, according to the sparse information I’d found. Billionaire. Recluse. Owner of half the city’s secrets and, apparently, this entire building hidden behind an unassuming downtown façade.

he asks shaking his head. “Yeah, I found some too.” “Daniel said the police will be here soon.” He holds on to me tighter. I take Benny back up to Lucy, who to my amazement is still asleep. By the time I get back downstairs, the police have arrived. “Constable Cody Harris.” the young officer says as I walk in the door. “Mrs Blackwood tells me you know the man your mother saw.” “Yes, it’s the man the police are currently hunting down. Dean Bertrand.” he looks at me with young wide eyes and notes it down. Oh great. Amateurs.

VINCENT MOREAU It was not surprising, then, when Damian Blackwood started to pay me attention. I knew he admired me—not in the way I would like, but he was impressed by how I managed to find out about Wesley Black and curb her kidnap just as it happened. So when he reached out to me for drinks a week later. I had a number of spies keep tabs on the Blacks, and waited for any tug of some unfortunate prey over the new web I had cast.