[Cara]“You mean he saw his ghost?” Nancy’s brows furrowed quizzically, mirroring my perplexed countenance.I don’t think Damon was making things up about a man who has been dead for over a decade and blaming everything on him.Unless, of course, he was lying the whole time and was just trying to get out of his own cock and bull-story. But on the other hand, why on earth would he lie about it? He wouldn’t just shoot himself, would he? Because that would be total bullshit.“He was shot by him.” My voice rang out with uncertainty, my finger still hovering above the touchpad, refusing to scroll any further. I’m quite afraid to find out something more that would henceforth burgeon my equivocations.“By Burson?” Nancy gaped, cocking her head to the side as she leaned closer to the screen just to make sure we were reading the article right. “That could only mean he’s alive? But how? This article concluded his demise by an inferno.”She directed his attention to the photo in the lower right-
[Cara]Suddenly, Nancy’s astute gaze was thrust in my direction, and it seemed as though she was trying to decipher exactly what was going through my head at that very moment. Our eyes met, and even without saying a word, I confirmed her intuition.If Simone was here to lead a syndicate investigation, then it can only mean that Damon was at the top of his suspect list. However, does that mean he already knows his identity? Had the FED already determined the connection Damon had around everything in this place? That the CEO of Sphinx Prime was involved in the mafia?“What? Is something wrong?” I hadn’t noticed that we had been utterly silent for a moment after he told us about being in the FBI. Honestly, I don’t know what to say in response to his question.What was wrong?Everything.I wanted to say it, but I couldn’t.I want to spill everything that I know, including what I have found out regarding that man who somehow mysteriously rose from the dead and was responsible for my dad’s
[Cara]My day just turned from best to worst within a fraction of an hour. I dropped Damon’s call without saying anything further that could exacerbate the situation and told Nancy to her work, and filed a report about the company status for the last weeks that I have been absent.She was initially confused, but when I told her I needed time to think, she respected my decision and was glad to give me space.I thought having the time to myself would help me think more clearly.It didn’t.My mind couldn’t function well all throughout the day anticipating what Damon would do now that he knew Simone’s identity as a member of the FBI. On vice versa, Simone was trying to uncover his real identity as the syndicate kingpin around the city.Just the thought that I have an immediate affiliation with them causes my brain to fracture into two halves.I honestly feel bad for Simone regarding his father’s death and how similarly it occurred with dad’s, and I have this kind of intuition that Burson
[Cara]Another squeal ripped through me, shock and pain burning at the spot where his rough palm collided. Damon didn’t give me any time to recover from the first spanking before he turned me over, grabbed my waist, and bent me down on his lap before giving me another spanking, this time on the other side.I don’t know what to say. Or do. A bit of shame started to build inside me, knowing that my cries could be heard in the front seat. I should get up, punch him in the face, and jump out of the car even though we are probably zooming into the highway at a hundred miles per hour. Yet, why am I still bent over his lap with my hands in place, and it seems like I am willing to accept the fate he gave me?The pain and heat from his strikes spread, heading directly for my pussy. Pain and pleasure battle for dominance. At first, I tried to fight, kicking and struggling against his clutches, but when he spanked me again, my strength left, and I gave in. Again, his hand comes down on me. I ro
[Cara]“Yes.” I wrench out my wrist out from his grasp and mask my emotions. Though I am not sure if I even mastered covering it up.To distract myself, I started loosening his tie from his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt.“You don’t have to.” He hushed but didn’t do anything to stop me.“I want this.”“Are you sure?”I stop halfway and sigh, glaring at him sharply and annoyed. “Damon, please, can we not argue with this?”His lips thinned as he held my gaze, staring at my face like he could see through my soul and read my deepest reticence. “You know that I won’t hurt you in a way you don’t want me to, Cara.”“I know.”Shame gut me up, bludgeoning me with an utter embarrassment of how sex-craze of a woman I had become. I was about to climb off from his lap and stop whatever this absurdity I am doing. Damon caught my face and kissed me on the lips so tenderly that it made me go completely still.The kiss was neither harsh nor overbearing in any way. It was gentle like he was letti
[Cara]I hadn’t noticed I dozed off a little inside Damon’s arms. I was roused when I felt the car come to a grinding halt, and he shifted me on his lap.“We’re here, love,” Damon whispered somnolently, his voice groggy like he had fallen asleep as well.Looks like I tired him enough. I grinned to myself, some scenes flashing in my mind that made my cheeks scorching hot.Quickly, I slid off him and fixed my bearing, trying to look decent enough and eliminate my flustered countenance from the recent activity. Though my hair seemed like a tornado hit me, and a vulture had nested on top of my head in the aftermath. Nonetheless, it was impossible, no matter how hard I tried to tame my stubborn mane.Sighing in exasperation, I didn’t wait for Damon to open the door for me and climb off. I didn’t even dare to turn around and check if he was following me behind. I didn’t mind my surroundings, hoping that I could return to my room without encountering anyone, not wanting to see me in this con
[3rd POV—Damon]The nasty smell of rotten flesh wafted into the long-abandoned dark alleyway far from the city as Damon skirted the damp concrete pavement. His leather shoes pounded with a loud tickety-tock with each step, and the monotonous pattering of water droplets resounded in the background.“Shit!”He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it on his nose to block the horrible scent.The smell of death does not overwhelm him, but that does not mean as well that it does not annoy the hell out of him. Especially when one’s death was sloppily made.“Turn left on the next alley.” Davien’s voice instructed through the com-device.Damon hissed just as the smell grew stronger that even the thick fabric was only little of help and giving him no other choice but to discard it.The further Damon goes, the narrower the alleyway gets. Later this evening right, just a few hours after they arrived in his mansion when they received a call from one of his men that he sent to spy
[3rd POV—Damon]Without thinking twice, Damon slipped into his car, throwing one last glance at the crumbling alleyway before revving up the engine and slamming on the pedals. His knee took the brunt of the impact and was now throbbing in excruciating pain when he landed hard on the ground.He hissed, adjusting his legs to ease the discomfort while focusing his gaze on the road.“Are you okay?” As though with some kind of telepathy, Davien notices his twin’s pain.“Been worst,” Damon muttered, sparing a glance in the rearview to see just in case someone might be following him. Though, he knew even if there has, Davien would have already picked it up on his radar.“I told you not to go alone.” His brother’s condescending tone makes him frown.“And lost more casualties?”They already had lost three men, and as much as Damon does not care for their lives, he could not give Burson the sense of satisfaction in thinking he was losing more than he was gaining.No. He can’t let that bastard t