Damien
The dice rolled across the table with a satisfying clatter before landing on six. I smirked, dragging in a slow breath from the cigar pinched between my fingers. Smoke curled lazily upward as I leaned back in my chair.
Across from me, Ethan sat slumped, unconscious, tied to the heavy wooden chair. His head lolled to one side, blood streaking near his temple from the pistol-whip I'd given him earlier.
Pathetic.
Did he really think he could touch me? That he could walk into my world, into my empire, and come out alive?
A fool. That's what he was. I had planned this night the way a king plans war. Every piece on the board moved exactly how I wanted it to. Mona's desperation, her longing for his attention so easy to twist, so easy to exploit. And Ethan? He stepped right into it lik
