Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

"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."

Let's go inside," he mumbled, pulling me in the opposite direction of the small rock garden. Damon stayed silent as he took off his clothes and disappeared into what I knew to be the bathroom of his room. I patiently waited for him to come out and tell me whatever it was that was bothering him. His expression looked better when he came out; his eyebrows were less furrowed, and his lips had lifted from the harsh line they were in. I waited for him as he put on a simple pair of white linen shirt and trousers. His chosen outfit strangely matched my simple white sundress. "What happened?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. "I broke the alliance between Vivaldi and Martinez. I don't know why

He huffed. — Damon had trudged through the woods long enough to trail the path back to Nadia’s home. He still didn’t even know her name, but he took her blood mercilessly. Such a selfish thing to do, he thought, scolding himself. But the smell of her skin and warm ESA of her blood was intoxicating-a glorious drug. It fed him happily, filled his strength and relaxed him just so. Something about her made him want to dive in again but he quickly shook the thoughts away. He’d kill her if he did it again.

Damon hadn't just betrayed their family; he had weaponized the bones of their sacred ancestors to spit directly in the face of their God. Damon slowly lowered his hand, his gaze shifting from the ring back down to the pronounced, protective swell of Leela's pregnant belly. The massive glass extraction needle was still gleaming sharply in his other hand. "And now, thanks to your little display of eliminating Vane, the board is entirely clear," Damon said casually, stepping back up to Leela's side. He let out a dark, mock-sympathetic sigh. "It really is a terrible shame Magda isn't here to witness our grand finale."

Damon walked past them without any greeting coming from his mouth. Damon sat on the icy colored chair and placed both of his hands locking at the back of his head. He sniffed the fresh air and closed his eyes. He came here to celebrate and not to boil his blood. Keatton looked at William. “What is it, Dad?” he asked when he felt William holding his shoulders. ‘Forgive me for selling you to the devil,’ William said mentally, but… he can’t find the courage to say so.

"Damon, don't push your luck! Double the market price—how can you even ask for that?" "I'm just talking business. You're free to decline," Damon replied. "There's no way I'll agree to that! Market price, not a penny more!" Richard growled. Damon nodded. "Then, I'm afraid I have to say no deal. I'm not selling." Before Richard could respond, Damon was already out the door. Cyrus wanted to chase after him, but Richard stopped him. "Come back! Even if you catch up to him, he won't sell to you. We were wrong from the start."

He looked terrible. Unshaven. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled suit. The once‑powerful Don now looked like a homeless man. “Valentina,” he said. His voice was barely there. I glanced up. Then back at my papers. “Please sit, Don De Luca,” Vincent said, gesturing to the chair across from me. Alessandro didn’t sit. He walked straight to me. “Valentina. I need to talk to you. Alone.” “There’s nothing to talk about. Please sit. Let’s begin.”

He took a deep breath and endured. "I see you're alive, Mr Dan. I actually thought I had finished you off. Your friend Dave must have died for nothing then. May his soul rest in perfect peace" Mr Jones Vones said as he stared at Dan. He shifted his gaze slowly to Damian, "Dagger, I see you've shifted sides. Well, it's expected. I'll let you go on basis of retirement. I wish you good luck and peace. Anyway, I do not wish to prolong this talk. It would be meaningless and I do not think I have much time. I have things I wish to handle, so please, hand me back my prisoner and let me be on my merry way. Since I can get my lover, I might as well use him sacrifice. So, hand him over"

I was done listening to Julian blabber. The guards came in with the knife I asked for. “Strip him,” I ordered. Julian was naked in front of me. Indeed, he had a long, stiff rod. Too bad,it’s going down anyway. “Damon...mon, what are you doing? Damon, you are,” The guards held him in place as I cut off his rod along with his balls and fed it to him as he opened his mouth to scream. “What’s mine can’t be anyone else’s.”

“You have the aim of a sniper. How hard could it be?” He sighed, but there was a glint in his eye I recognized. “And if I don’t?” “Then I’ll never let you live it down.” That did it. Damon paid the vendor, lifted the darts, and with effortless precision sank each one dead center. The vendor just gawked as I cheered loudly, biting my lip to keep from laughing at Damon’s mock-serious expression. He handed me a little stuffed fox. “Adorable,” I said, hugging it dramatically. “It matches your personality.”