Vended To Don Damon Novels & Stories

I was determined. "Dont boil your blood, your friend here is just to keep you under control. There is some business that you have to do for me", Damon said in his horrific voice. I walked towards him and crossed my arm as I said, "Negotiate", I demanded. "You are a great spy. Tommorrow is a diamon auction and the rubys are missing from the list. The auctioners have definitely bragged and kept the rubys for themselves. I want you to steal them in exchange your friend's freedom", damon said.

One of the Voss elders approached, his face grim. "To repay one bullet, you made your future Donna the punch line of seven ceremonies. Now your child is dead." Damon said nothing. He had the power to decide who controlled a port and who was stripped of one. Men lowered their heads when he entered a room. Yet the woman who had just lost his child had chosen to leave without telling him. Selene was still crying. "I was scared of losing you." Damon finally faced her. "So you made sure I lost her?" She had no answer.

damien shrugged his shoulder while saying "she'll come, okay fine for your satisfaction, if she doesn't come to me, it's okay, I'm fine, I will stop approaching her, she'll be yours forever, if incase she falls in love with me then give her to me" don said "I'm okay with this", damien replied "this must be between us only" don nodded his head don looked at dhiren and Liam while asking "do you people think, I took wrong decision?" liam said "no, but be careful, he is cunning", dhiren said "I agree with liam" don nodded his head

The man’s body collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud. A cold, terrifying silence followed. The other two suppliers sat frozen, their faces drained of color. Damon leaned back, blowing out a final stream of smoke. His fingers tapped the table as he glanced around. "Anyone else in a hurry?" His voice was dangerously low. No one dared to speak. Satisfied, he flicked the cigarette onto the floor and crushed it under his boot. Then, turning to Victor, his tone left no room for argument. "Take me to her. Now."

I just handed him the ammunition he needed to destroy me. Damon’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening. He latched onto my careless words, his voice dripping with a sardonic amusement. "Brought her here with your own cash, you say?" he repeated, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. "So, after all the bravado, she's just a slave you bought with cash, huh?” He threw at me, a dark smirk crossing his features. “That means she can be bought. Tell me, Norman, what’s your price? How much will it take for you to sell her to me?"

Damon seems to know what to say and when to say it, making me feel appreciated. "You're being so nice to me!" I laugh. "I don't see why I should not be," "Tell me, are my friends still behind that door?" Damon glances at the door for a few seconds before turning to look back at me, his eyes piercing directly into my own. When there isn't a tint of yellow, they appear warm and homey. The brown, for some, might appear dull and dark but for me, they appear light and full of life. Maybe, it's by the way he is staring at me.

A Donovan did not fold under pressure. A Donovan struck back, tenfold. He turned to Damien, his voice low but vibrating with venom. “Get her.”

“Final bid. Five hundred million for Vial B. Going once. Going twice—” “Damn it,” Damon mutters under his breath. He turns toward the stage and forces me to raise my paddle. “We’d like to withdraw our bid.” The auctineer looks at us with amusement. “Oh? Is that so?” Then a charming smile spreads across his face. “And what about you, madam? Any change of heart?” I meet his gaze and smile right back. “Not at all. 500 million is my final bid. Let’s see if anyone here is interested in making it higher.”

Don said, Luca watched the exchange intently, trying to figure out what exactly their relationship was, Don didn't treat Damian like his boss but more like an elder brother, And Damian treated Don with a level of respect that wasn't usual for a man of his standing, The loyalty was reciprocated. “When he gets back tell him I need to talk to him about the ‘Matter’” “He's already on it.” Don replied, he looked nervous and hesitant although he was doing an exceedingly good job at hiding it but both Damian and Luca had been trained to see through facades and sign of falsehood so it was still easy to spot. “What's wrong?” Damian asked. “Ermmmm,” He dragged on, clicking his tongue as he thought of

After Damian returned to Art Trading Corporation, Lord Vedastus immediately welcomed him with great enthusiasm. It did not look like he was a subordinate but a VIP instead. When Damian handed the brocade box to Lord Vedastus, Lord Vedastus happily rewarded him with $1,000,000 on the spot. “Well done! You did a great job!” Lord Vedastus caressed the brocade box nonstop, and he was so happy while holding it. He would have a chance to salvage the situation with the brocade box. He could even do it without Luck’s help!