DAMIEN
Everywhere hurt and not in a poetic kind of way. Not in the ‘I have had a rough night’ kind of way. I meant everything. From the raw flesh on my back to the places that they had stomped on just to hear the sound of bone crunching.
My ribs ached with every breath, and my wrists were rubbed raw from the steel that was biting into them. I couldn’t tell if it was night or day anymore, all I could tell was that time moved like some kind of cruel joke. This new don is even more brutal than his father.
It was supposed to be one night out. One drink. A quiet hour in some dim bare off the grid while Zane was still unconscious because I needed space… I needed to breathe. Even though I didn’t want her there, Tessa had to be there when he went down, and something about the way she hovered
