Damien's POV
My office was covered with smashed glass because I was f*****g pissed.
“Calm yourself, Damien,” Primo, my second-in-command, said.
I gave him the deadliest glare that I could afford.
“I should be calm?” I yelled. “Did you f*****g see the way she flinched, Primo?” I ran my hands through my hair as I started pacing the room.
“This whole deal was your idea, sending her to the midnight claim auction; did you forget?”
“It wasn't me,” I yelled angrily and frustrated. “You know that better,” I whispered the last part.
“I'm sorry, okay,” Primo said, raising his hand in defeat.
I stopped pacing and inhaled a deep breath before falling into my chair.
God f*****g knows what that bastard Giovanni did to her.
Damn f*****g you, i***t, I cursed him in my head. He was all hell's dam
