The heated argument raged on for two solid hours, voices clashing like thunder.
Damian lounged at the head of the table, a cigarette dangling carelessly between his fingers. His cold, detached gaze cut through the smoky haze, watching their fury with the indifference of a spectator.
"Damian, we entrusted the Gray Family to you, not so you could disgrace it! And now you've gone and kidn*pped someone from the Sinclair Family ? Have you no regard for our family's honor? Where's Raven? Drag that b***h out here!"
The elders' shouts were venomous, faces twisted with rage.
I leaned lazily against the second-floor railing, watching the chaos unfold with bored amusement.
"Done?" Damian finally drawled, lifting his eyes with a weariness that only fueled their anger.
"Let's be real, Damian, wit
