Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

I tasted worry at the back of my tongue; worry is useful, it makes the next steps sharp. “He’s a gambler by vanity,” Carnito said. “We make the play in a place he thinks is safe. You’ll be inside. You’ll get the diamond and walk out.” He paused, then added, quieter: “If you don’t, Alessandro, I’ll consider that loyalty is a negotiable commodity.” I flicked the thumb of my free hand against the edge of the photograph, feeling the cheap gloss. “And if I do get it what do I become?”

Ignoring Chloe and Ronan entirely, he leaned on the table, smiling at me predatorily. “What do we have here?” he asked, flashing glimmering white fangs that were razor-sharp just looking at them. “A little puppy got lost in the viper’s den?” “Fuck off,” Ronan snarled. “She’s taken.” The vampire straightened. “By whom? You? Mutt?” “Me.” Damon suddenly appeared behind me, holding four cups; three beers and a glass of what was definitely vampire wine, if the coppery smell of blood was any indication.

That was step one. So I invited them both to dinner at my estate. I laid the bait. Wilbet fell for it—hook, line, and sinker. Drank too much. Bragged too loud. Said things he shouldn’t have. He gave me leverage. A stepping stone to the one thing I wanted most. I poured myself a drink now, swirling the brandy in my tumbler, watching the amber liquid catch the light. It would be ironic, wouldn’t it? Taking Wilbet’s little prize. His trophy. The woman he paraded and discarded in the same breath.

"She's mine." And that's why they never said anything. I was sold from the moment I left Mimi's house. The crowd parted as he approached the stage. Even in the harsh lights, his eyes gleamed silver-gray, fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. He looked exactly like what he was – dangerous, powerful, completely in control. Don Damon Vyon. The Devil himself. And he'd just bought me. Someone hurriedly brought me a robe, their hands shaking as they helped me into it. I watched as Vyon spoke quietly with the auctioneer, money changing hands with practiced efficiency.

Kendrick looked at him warily, but Damon just smiled. "I believe we were discussing the terms of our deal," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Kendrick nodded, his expression cautious. "Yes, that's right." Damon leaned forward, his eyes locked on Kendrick's face. "I want a piece of your company," he said, his voice firm. "And I want it now." Kendrick hesitated, clearly taken aback by Damon's demands. But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness.

The man I’d sent stood nervously nearby. I looked at him. “You did well,” I said. He blinked. “Don?” “You kept her alive. You called me. You stayed.” He nodded quickly, relief flooding his face. “But find that car,” I added. My voice was sharp now. Cold. “Find it. Find who was inside. Find who sent it.” He nodded again. “Yes, Don.” Dante leaned against the wall. “If it was Giovanni, we’ll know soon enough.” Santino crossed his arms. “And if it wasn’t, we’ll know too.”

She puzzlingly eyed the guards then she moved towards the doors and pushed them open. Damon, who was parsing through some parchments and maps with a courtier, slowly turned his head towards the sound of incoming footsteps. "Venus, my most efficient soldier," Damon boasted as he gestured towards the courtier to leave the room. Venus strutted close to Damon and bowed slightly. "My lord, I bring very vital information." Damon raised an eyebrow and smirked as he walked back to the table with the parchments and maps on it. "Speak!" Damon grunted.

The ruthless and dangerous man that every woman had fucked and everyone was literally afraid of, he was different, softer and she could guess that it was probably because of her. Damon walked quickly out of his office and down the hall before he would say the thing that was at the top of his tongue which was that he loved her and wanted them together as true husband and wife and not ones bound by a contract, he wanted her in very way and it did not matter that her father had given her up as a debt. He was brought out of his thoughts by his phone ringing, it was Santos and this could only mean one thing. “We have him, boss at the ninth warehouse.”

Alina went still. Completely, utterly still. Her hand tightened on her sword until Kaden heard leather creak. “You’re in a cell,” she said. Her voice was flat. “In the settlement. Under guard.” “I was.” Damon’s smile widened. The bone crown sat on his head like it belonged there, old and wrong and somehow perfect. “But the Revenant came to me. Offered power. Offered purpose. All I had to do was serve.” “You betrayed us. Again.”

His stern gaze remains fixed on Donovan, and an apparent rage reflects in them. “I know you are aware of my current blindness.” Donovan’s heart quickens, and he shakes his head to refute until he recalls that the Alpha can't see his gesture. Damon continues, feigning disinterest in his honesty as a wicked smile gradually spreads on his lips. “You collaborated with the vampires, so you must be acquainted with the lady who bumped into me yesterday. If you disclose her identity, I give you my word that you'll see your mother before your judgment.”