Sino Si Padre Damaso Novels & Stories

"How?" "It's been secured by the boss, and the doctor also said that the master's situation is getting better!" "Fine, you can go first!" Josua, the man nodded his head and walked away from the room. Damian looked back at the figure of the middle-aged man. Damian didn't have a father since he was little, he was a big kid in an orphanage. Damian didn't mind who his parents were. And as she watched the figure in front of her fighting for her at that moment, it gave her a sense of what it was like to have parents. And Damian promised to treat the man until he was cured. Whatever the circumstances, Damian had to keep fighting like what that man said in the past.

“When everyone doubted I was too young, too wild, too… unfit.” I blinked, surprised. I never knew that. My father never mentioned it. “That man believed in me,” Damon continued. “More than my own blood did.” I swallowed. The weight in my chest shifted—heavier, almost guilty. “I didn’t know,” I whispered. He glanced at me, the corner of his lips softening. “There are many things you don’t know.” The air thickened again—not from tension this time, but from something warmer, more dangerous. Something that made my chest feel tight.

Tomas. You should see this before the morning briefings do. Attached: a single photograph, grainy, taken from a distance with a long lens — Elena outside the Ambassade building, laughing at something Marcus Hail’s replacement counsel had said, radiant in the last of the evening light. And behind her, half turned away, unmistakable even in profile, a man Damian had spent three years paying to disappear. His father’s former driver. The one who had vanished the week after the accident that killed Augusto Reyes’s son — Elena’s father twenty-six years ago. The one every internal file had listed as deceased.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

A cold male voice rang, making the man freeze. My eyes turned to him, and so did the man's. It was Damian, the man I swore to avoid. He gently walked down the stairs with both hands in his pocket, maintaining an unusual level control and iciness. And did he just call me his girl? I know the ‘my girl’ should mean something close to being his daughter, but to me it meant something else. “I am sorry Mr Steels. I didn’t know…” Oh… There goes the bossy man who was bullying me, now he was apologizing to my best friend’s father.

Alessio tightened his grip on the Oath Blade. “What are you?” Damien’s smile widened. “I am…” He took one slow step forward. “…the future your father was too afraid to accept.” He opened his gloved hand. Resting in his palm… Was a faded family photograph. Vittorio. Leonardo. Little Alessio. And standing beside them… Smiling as though he belonged there… Was Damien. Not as an enemy. As family. Alessio’s breathing stopped. Leonardo stared at the photograph in disbelief.

“excuse me Mom what did you say?" Damien asked for Maria to smirk. “Ask your father who he has been fucking that wants him to divorce me," Maria said with a pitiful face..... "Stop Mom.. you can go the extra mile just to satisfy your hate and Am not falling for it. If Dad has been fucking Mrs. Adam, then you made him do it beside my father isn't that stupid "Damien said before he press his bedside button and a few minutes a nurse came in.

I called her name again, *what's going on? “I can’t say, your dad wanted to tell you.” She then started to gather my belongings packing them in the bag laying open on my bed. I cleaned my pufffy eyes and slowly headed out to go downstairs as I left her still packing my stuff. As soon as I entered our dining room, I immediately knew what was happening. There was two other men with my father, one the same age as my father and I could recognize him anywhere. Damian, the most feared man in our region. His reputation proceeded him, he killed anyone who dared go against his orders, he was the biggest druglord and rumor had it, his oldest son Salvatore was set to take over his empire as he was thin

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

This was purely deranged. I gasped as Father Damon pressed the head of his cum-filled dick against my chest, the warm, sticky liquid dripping down between my breasts. Father Matthias slowly pulled out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty and well-fucked. "And of the Son…” he whispered in a mocking tone, his words bouncing off the walls of my ears. Father Damon continued tracing the cross, his thick length leaving a trail of semen on my skin. Father Matthias reached around me, grabbing my bouncing tits and squeezing them hard while Father Damon finished the sign. "And of the Holy Spirit…”