Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

Stefano's voice cut through the silence. “You didn't.” I shook my head, leaning on the chair and looking sideways at him. “It's a funny story now that I think of it.” Stefano chuckled slightly and it propelled a small laugh from me “Wait until you hear it before you laugh.” He urged him squeezing my palm. “It wasn't funny then because I desperately neeed him on my team.” “Really?” I eagerly asked, “What was it about?” “So apparently Robin's dad had raided our warehouse.” Stefano started. “When we got there angry, we were shocked to find out they had left one of their men.”

Then I raised my hand again. “Five million.” The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Dante’s eyes flared with rage, but I saw the flicker of hesitation. Five million was a statement, not just a bid. A declaration of dominance. To outbid me now was to declare war. He wanted her. I knew he did. But he also wanted to live. The auctioneer’s voice cracked as he repeated the number, his entire body trembling. “Five million! Going once! Going twice!” He swallowed hard, darting nervous glances between Dante and me. “Sold! To… to Daviolo.”

Damon had always thought he was a man of morals and dignity but Vanessa had succeeded in manipulating him, promising to put him on many business opportunities if he agreed to be with her instead of Alora. “I…I thought you wanted to be with me.” Vanessa scoffed.”Why would I want to be with you? You’re not even my type. I just wanted Alora humiliated and since that didn’t work, you’re completely useless to me now. Get out!” Damon panicked. Vanessa angrily grabbed his shoes and threw them at him. “GET OUT!” “But what about the business deals you promised me?” “Business deals my foot. Maxwell, Bones.” Two men ran in.

Their attitude mirrored their Don's. I curled inward as blood loss and agony stripped my consciousness away, layer by layer. Everyone who rushed in clustered around Monica. Someone handed her medication, another treated her wounds, yet no one spared me a second glance. Through the haze, startled voices drifted to my ears. "Why is there so much blood under Madam Vitale? Is something wrong?" "What could be wrong? She's probably trying to get the Don's attention again." "Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show."

"I'm 32, Enzo. Hardly decrepit." "Old enough to know better than to give second chances." "It's not a second chance," Luca's eyes hardened. "It's a tighter leash. And a message to anyone else who might be getting ideas." Enzo nodded approvingly. "Smart. Your father would be proud." A shadow passed over Luca's face at the mention of his late father. "Let's hope so. Now, show me this shipment." They walked deeper into the warehouse, passing crates and pallets shrouded in shadow. The sweet, cloying scent of their illicit cargo permeated the air.

I shook my head as I retreated the thoughts back from where it came. I moved away from the door and turned to wait for him to wrap up with the lady. "Vivian come back," I heard him say and I stopped in my tracks. I turned around and I pushed open the door. He had finished off on the woman. She stood from the bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. Her face looked familiar. Like I had seen her from a movie. Damon stood up with no clothes on and walked over to his drawer. He bought out three rolls of money and placed it inside the Gucci purse on the shelf.

” Damon ~”Do I look like a fucking woman to you? Mason ~”Hey I use it sometimes.” Damon ~”Yes because you are not normal.” Then there is a knock on the door. Damon ~”Ah finally. Is that her dress?” Delivery man ~”Yes sir it is all the ladies' dresses.” Damon ~”Can I see it?” Delivery man ~”I am afraid not sir.” Damon ~”I will give you a hundred if I can see it.” Delivery man ~”I am sorry sir I can't.”

Then, quieter: "Essa. Whatever happens in there—" "Don't." My voice cracked. "Don't say it like you're not coming back." Another pause. Longer. When he spoke again, his voice had lost its Don's edge, just for a moment. "I'm coming back. I promised you I would." The line went silent. I watched the body cam feeds with my heart in my throat. Dante descended into the warehouse, his men moving in perfect synchronization around him. The basement stairs were dark, the emergency lights casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. The vault door was ajar.

Damon's arrival had completely disrupted the store's sales. Upon seeing that, Damon smirked. He had achieved his goal. "Start moving, men! These people are scammers! Smash anything you can get your hands on!"

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."