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After he settled down, he called Aaron in. "Tell Zodack to hack the Jonas enterprise database, I want them to go bankrupt, " Damien said as he began to sign the documents in his front. He has given Greg enough time after their first downfall. Slowly he destroyed him and fed him the bread he served, Aaron was surprised at how cold his boss was, making him stand looking at him. Damien noticed the person he asked to do something was still standing there. “Did you glue your feet to the floor?" Damien ask Aaron who snapped out of his eye detection.

The grey mask Damien wore when he was around eighteen. "Are there any…" I got cut off by her swearing loudly. “Motherfucker! This is insane…” she shouts. “What?” Damien asks. “This fucker killed Romano…” she throws the notebook across the floor. My eyes widen. “What?” One of my men was responsible for killing one of the Romano’s? What the fuck? That’s as good as declaring war against the Romanos. "Fucking asshole, I take it back he deserves his dick cut!” Damien shouts. “He deserved everything done to him…” Damien’s dead drops. He sighs. “We have to tell Amara…” he says so softly I almost couldn’t hear him.

His eyes were filled with barely restrained fury. “Close the door.” Damien ordered. I obeyed, though every instinct screamed at me to run. “I’ve been hearing interesting rumours…” He began, his voice deceptively calm. “…about rogue attacks and mysterious healers. I want to hear what happened from your mouth?” I stilled. I expected this. There was nothing that happened in the territory that did not escape his ears. “The rogues were dealt with. There were no casualties.” “That is not what I asked.” Damien moved around the desk, with measured steps. “I asked about the Moonhart girl. The healer. What is she doing here?”

" I was speechless. Who are you Katerina? I asked myself, repeating the same question someone asked me sometime ago. Was I still hallucinating or was I dead and in the spirit world already? This was all too much for me to comprehend. I could only make sure not to forget one thing, even if I forget everything else. And that's the name of the bastard that actually killed my parents, even if he had sent killers to do it on his behalf. Damien. Damien of the Full Moon pack. Oh, how dearly I will make him pay... "Moreover, it wasn't your time to die, it just wasn't your time my dear."

Z, Uriel, Austin and Kerce They all fell beside him. "Exit, I need to sleep" Damien said, stroking his own hair. "When are we killing Miller?" Austin asked. "10 pm sharp " Damien replied calmly. "What that too late " Uriel frowned. "You're not getting it, bro. Late in the night when hell open for the sinner " Krece said. "But... Before Uriel could land, Damien pushed them off the bed with his feet, and Uriel landed on the ground.

No one was allowed to see me except for the guard who gave me my favourite foods, surprisingly. Just before the third day, I was taken out and brought to him, where he sat on his favourite sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. Funny man… he was rarely ever without one. “Boy… what did you learn after staying two days in the dark cellar.” I knew my answer had to make him proud. “That the darkness cannot eat me. It is nothing, and I must not fear it because I am Damian Blackwood.” I saw the smile come on his face. It beamed with pride.

"Ah, so you think about me, do you? What other opinion did you have of me? Tell me, I'm curious." "Take a good look around," Damien said coldly, ignoring his words. "This is the last thing you'll see before you die. These black, filthy walls." He nodded in agreement as he looked around. "They match the color of our souls. Better yet, they match the color of Amelia's undergarments the night I fucked her. They're the exact same shade actually." There was a pregnant pause. They all went still. Behind him, the driver shifted uncomfortably. Damien tilted his head. "What did you say?"

The three adults sat together against the curved wall, breathing heavily, bodies covered in cuts and bruises. Kael broke the silence first. “I almost lost control back there. If Liora hadn’t called me back…” Serena leaned her head on his shoulder. “We all almost broke.” Damien was unusually quiet, staring at the floor with distant crimson eyes. Serena noticed. She reached out and took his hand. “What is it?” Damien hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing Viktor’s echo… even twisted, it brought everything back.” Damien’s Shadowed Past

he whispered sadly. “Damien, it’s okay,” I called out. “No it’s fine, each time I think about Lucas, it reminds me of my older brother Desmond,” he whispered sadly and I could feel a chill run down my spine. In all my weeks of staying in the Black villa, I have never heard or seen anyone talk about the dead relatives of the Blacks, it was like it was forbidden, and looking at Damien I knew that those wounds were fresh.