♛Dark Adult Billionaire Enemies To Lovers Romance ♛
Damon King. Influential. Powerful. Owner of multi-billion dollar companies.
Damon King upholds an infamous reputation for being one of the most ruthless, violent, and cold- hearted men among vultur...
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DAMON KING
"Take care of her," I told Sarah in a detached voice, looking at Anna's sleeping form on the bed.
Her bruises were visible from where I had been standing but once Sarah saw, she'd understand. She'd understand the rage coursing through my veins right now. And she'd understand that my patience is wearing thin to the point where I don't want Anna to see this side of me.
The side that genuinely doesn't give a fuck.
"Of course Mr.King. Is everything okay?" she asked but I didn't care enough to respond. I directed my attention to my phone while walking to the elevator inputting the destination into a text and sending it to my driver.
Thinking about the fucking bruises she had marred on her body. The audacity of the fucker had to lay hands on what is mine. Did he think I was joking when I told him to break things off with her? To never look at her or so much as breathe in her direction?
Getting in the car, I made a call to a certain bank first. From my background check, his parents seemed like a down to earth social elite who threw their kid to nannies and money, raising him to be a fucker. Too bad, that's all going to change now.
Stopping in front of his upper east side apartment, I got out of the car making a bee line for his door. I could've easily had the door knocked down but I wanted the element of surprise so I had two men stationed outside of the apartment while I took care of business.
Knocking on the door, it opened after a couple seconds with someone behind the door, I'm assuming his roommate. "Derek? He's here?" I asked slowly, losing my patience with the itch to bash someone's head through the wall.
Nodding his head, the roommate reamined shocked, no doubt recognizing the fact that his friend had dug his own grave. "Sleeping in his room," he pointed his index finger towards the stairs.
"What's your name?"
"Gr-Greg."
"Perfect. Now leave," I said, taking in his hesitant expression. "Either you leave here alive or in a bodybag. You choose. Don't waste my fucking time," I said walking up the stairs checking my watch. I still had lunch to go to with Valerie.
Barging into his room, I found the drunk fuck passed out on the floor. Walking up to crouch beside him, I placed my hand around his throat violently choking him so he would wake up which he did. Silently pleading for air, his eyes widened as I let go of him, his head falling back onto the floor in a violent thud.
Trying to get back up, I placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back down onto the floor forcefully. Wincing, he grabbed the back of his head in pain.
Good. I'm about to give him a new definition of pain.
"Morning fucker," I smiled cruelly knowing he was only a speck of dust on my chess board.
