Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

Brielle snapped, "Damon, do you even have any shame left? I'm warning you, this is Chetvine. There are powerful people everywhere, and you can't just attack and rob someone without consequences." Damon sneered. "You think I came to Chetvine unprepared? Mr. Vazquez already agreed to give me full clearance while I'm operating here. So not only can I hunt down that nobody, but even if I start slaughtering people in Chetvine, nothing will happen to me." Brielle was furious and shocked. She had not expected Damon and Julius to prepare this thoroughly. She raised her hand, ready to fight the enforcers just long enough for Eric to escape.

I reached for the ledger, flipping it open. “How did you even get all of that proof you presented to the council?” I asked in awe. “This ledger even shows Elder Harry signing off and you have proof of Raven buying him?” Damon had collected it like a predator circling its prey, knowing exactly where to strike. “It wasn’t difficult. For someone with influence and resources, most of it is just a matter of asking the right questions and making the right connections. The rest… well, I’m skilled at getting people to talk.”

Drugged by my fiancé and my best friend. Dragged into the penthouse of New York’s most ruthless Mafia Don. But instead of panicking, my tight nerves finally let go. I'm finally home. My fiancé thought the drugs fried my brain. He grabbed my jaw roughly. "Listen up, bitch. Our gang's port smuggling route depends entirely on tonight!" "Word is Cassian's been looking for a woman with a specific butterfly birthmark. The one on your collarbone should fool him." "Serve him like the slut you are. Make him happy. Once the deal is done, I'll even toss you a few stacks of cash." My best friend stroked her red lips and giggled. "Yeah! Getting into the Don's bed is a blessing. Don't act like a prude. On

she said, and it was a prayer. Damon grinned, already working her over, both hands bracing her hips as he pressed her against the old trunk that served as a bench. She braced for roughness, but he slowed, rubbing the tip of his cock along her slit, teasing, refusing her entry until she squirmed. Behind her, Donovan hissed into her ear, “You think you can take us all at once?” He sounded almost angry. She twisted to look at him, baring teeth. “Try me.”

he says, popping the ‘P. Yosef must’ve fucked his brains out. “Broken glass. The stuff on the table. Anything else?” “Exactly,” Damon closes in on me. “That’s it.” “What?” “I once needed a car. I told Pakhan. And he said, ‘Take it.’” “Take it?” “Yes, honey,” Damon answers. “He said, ‘Not from my cars. Take yours.’ I was confused, but nobody told me which one was mine.” I think my head will roll off. “Stop with the riddles. Please.”

Cassandra made her way to her father and inquire whether he had seen her. "Don't worry dear, your daughter is in the company of Damien, I saw them leave some time back. You know that Damien will be important to us and if Ella can get him for us the better," Don Johnson said as he sipped his wine, so far the party had been successful with many too business men promising to partner with him, all thanks to the presence of Damien which had assured them of his power even after the setback his businesses had experienced.

“I made my daughter strong. If you can’t see that then perhaps yours failed.” Damon matched Vladimir’s step, smoke now curling off his shoulders as it seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Heat blasted me where I stood at his side, but I didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare touch him either. I made that mistake years ago and had a missing fingerprint on my left digit to show for it. “Damon, don’t.” I said in warning. Vladimir ignored him. “I imagine its powerful if Pamela couldn’t coax it to the surface. She’s quite effective. Other families pay handsomely for her services.”

“ Anything my dear says . “ said Damian smiling obediently terrifying everyone else in the room . “ Son……you are giving me the goosebumps. “ said mr Adam petrified . “ I had to endure you all these years . Now , it’s your turn to endure me old man . “ said Damian with a smirk . “ Hey ! Is that what you say to your father ? Furthermore , I am even considered your matchmaker . Without me , you would have never found such a wonderful person like Antonio . “ said mr Adam filled with pride . “ That is also the reason why I have decided to forgive your immature behaviour and your nagging towards me , even the times when you tried to steal the projects under my name dear dad because you found helpe

Damon sat back in his chair, calm, composed, a king enthroned in shadow—untouchable in a way Villareal could never be. The steel doors clanged shut, sealing the moment behind them. Alone once more, Damon poured himself another glass of whiskey. The burn slid down his throat, but satisfaction was his true intoxication. Some men conquered with money. Others with bullets. Damon Alejandro conquered with fear. And fear… would spread.

A video played. RONALD (in video): “Damon King… You think you can hide, but I see you. You think you’re the only one who wants it? I know what Christian found. I know what he died protecting. And I know you were there. So here’s the deal, Damon—you work for me now. Bring the weapon to me, help me strike a deal with my buyers, and I’ll forget about his daughter. But refuse, and I’ll take what you care about. The girl. The boy, their mother. Even your fucking loyal mutts. No one’s untouchable. You have two weeks. That's enough time to get this done.”