Romans & histoires Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For

Releasing my claws, I dug my fingers into his eyes to remove eyes before swiping at his throat, killing him instantly. Damien was impressed with my ability to kill without holding back and I felt more powerful after killing the alpha. But I only wanted Sinclair dead.

All I can see is him waiting for me to do what I’ve been wanting to do for what feels like so long now. Barging past the guard who’s in front of the window now to make sure no one breaks through the glass and lunges at me, I stomp down the grand set of, long, yet short steps, over a large, luxury deck and down to the concrete platform where the two men stand. Well, one man and one piece of revolting shit that now, since I’m so close, definitely smells like one too. Without even question, I take the knife out of Maddox’s hand, gripping the handle tightly in my palm as I circle Jake, deciding exactly how I’m going to avenge those poor babies he hurt.

His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City. As far as I know, Ciro Romano has eyes everywhere— except for me. It's been eight years since they last heard of me. That's when I burned down the orphanage, killing most of his men. I know they've been hunting for me for quite some time until they have to give up. Luckily, Rose Davis, my adopted mother traveled by the road I've been hiding the day she made an ultimate decision to transfer to Brakstone City, saving me from the hands of Ciro Romano. A distinctive car honk sounded outside making me grin. He’s here. I slung my bag on my shoulder, a practic

“Oh oh I am coming----Damien!! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!!!!” Was that Damien the name the woman was calling? **Damien's POV** * I pounded hard into Cindy's fat ass, imagining her as that bitch Elizabeth, and cumming deep inside her like opening champagne. Cindy let out a frog-like howl of excitement that was very ear-piercing. I slapped her hard on the ass, "Keep it down, bitch!" "Damien, oh you were great!" "Shut up! If that dummy had not stood me up, it would not have been your turn to win the jackpot!"

Emits the frigid deadly reply. The cashier looks beyond frightened as his gaze flits between the demon and me hauled over his shoulder. I continued sobbing, unable to stop. "STEP ASIDE... NOW." The demon growls. The cashier rushes away from us and the demon takes brisk strides out of the kitchen. I cover my face with the palms of my hands in shame when we step into the restaurant's dining area. All of the customers were gaping at us.1l "Hey! Put that sister down!!" A man protests, getting up from his chair. I recognize him as Saleh Adam.

He was like speechless for a moment before finally finding a word to say. "Herravie Costello the youngest and only daughter of Luscio Costello. The terminator of Sintti Organization who killed numerous people who tried to take down the organization. The person who accept the command from Luscio Costello " he tilt his head while I am furrowing while staring at him. "You kill using that small and delicate yet dangerous hands of yours" Is he mocking me?

“If I do this, I want something in return.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in a position to negotiate, sweetheart.” “You want me to be your asset? Fine. But I need a guarantee. Once this is over, I walk away clean.” Damian studied her for a long moment. Then, to her surprise, he chuckled. “I admire your nerve, Sinclair.” His expression darkened, amusement giving way to something more dangerous. “But don’t make the mistake of thinking you can dictate the rules of this game.”

⸻ Sienna sat on the floor afterward, knees pulled to her chest. Damien knelt in front of her, blood on his hands that wasn’t hers. “You’re safe,” he said. She didn’t respond. “I’m here,” he said again. She finally looked up at him. “I killed someone.” Damien didn’t deny it. He pulled her into his chest. “And you saved your mother.” Her shoulders shook. Above them, sirens wailed. The world kept spinning. But something fundamental had shifted. Sienna was no longer standing at the edge of darkness.

“And send the recording of his confession to the DA. Make sure he never sees his daughter again outside of a visitation room.” I stormed up the stairs, bursting out into the rainy night. My security team was waiting—six SUVs, twelve men, heavily armed. Damien was leaning against the lead car, his face pale but his jaw set. He saw the blood on my shirt. He didn’t flinch. “Did you get it?” Damien asked. “Red Hook,” I said, climbing into the back seat. “Pier 41.” I pulled out my gun—a Sig Sauer P226—and checked the magazine. It was full.

"You're not going to let that go, aren't you?" "Nah," I murmured. "I was there for business," he explained. "Does it have anything to do with the gun on your waist?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. Damian smiled and reached between us- grabbing the handle of his gun and pulled it out. It was my first time seeing one up close and I realised that I might have treaded the waters too deep. Damian could quite literally kill me with a flick of his finger.