Date = 30 November
Place = Rome (Terrazze Pedro Penthouse)
POV - Damion
THUD. THUD. THUD.
She’s at it again — hammering away at my skull. Naked. Smiling. Enjoying herself. Each blow lands right between my eyes, a sadistic rhythm designed to kill me slowly.
It’s exquisite torture.
I crack one eye open and immediately regret the decision. Sunlight explodes across my vision like a personal vendetta. My brain curls in on itself.
THUD. THUD.
The sound isn’t inside my head.
It’s coming from the door.
No Mel. No hammer. No sensual executioner with excellent aim.
Just reality.
“Damion! Open the f*****g door!”
Mark’s voice bores straight through my skull. So he’s the one trying to finish me off this nightmare of a morning.
I groan and push myself upright inch by miserable inch. The wo
