Page 18 of Damián

One of the women must have smudged the makeup when they pulled me. The black and red ink of the infinity symbol stands out way too much against my skin.

“My phone is dead, and my tattoo is visible,” I let the team know.

“Leave,” Logan orders.

“I can find a way to cover it.”

“Leave immediately, Damián,” he growls. “If anyone recognizes it, you’ll be as good as dead.”

Aaargg… Carajo with this damn mission.

“Alexios, on my way to you.”

I shove the dead phone into my pocket and turn to push through the crowd, head down, adrenaline and anger spiking to the max. I take a turn near a cabana, and I slam directly into a man.

“Sorry,” I mutter, stepping back, water dripping from my shirt onto the stranger’s shoes.

I look up, and my breath hitches.

Oliver West.

He isn’t laughing like the rest of the guests near the pool; he is just staring at me. And I hate to admit it, but up close, he is even more gorgeous. His presence is so magnetic that I can totally understand why so many women and men sleep with him even after knowing how deranged he is.

His eyes are a beautiful mix of green and brown, but they look completely hollow, as if the lights are on, but the soul left him years ago.

He stares at me from head to toe, his gaze indifferent, until it lands on my left hand… The black and red infinity symbol standing out against my golden skin.

Oliver’s empty eyes snap back to mine and darken with anger.

Mierda… Does he know what this tattoo means?

Does he know what I am?

“Excuse me,” I say, trying to get away from him, my heart beating so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it cracked a rib.

But once I feel like I’m in the clear, his hand shoots out and grabs my forearm. His grip is tight, his fingers digging into my muscle. On the other hand, he is holding a bottle of expensive red wine by the neck.

“Stop.” Oliver takes a sip and sways slightly, looking drunk and volatile. “You are coming with me.”

Oh, mierda… he is drunk.

I stay quiet as Oliver pulls me toward the house. I can’t speak a single word without putting my team in danger.

If I fight him here, the guards on the balcony will open fire and hurt a lot of innocent people. If I run, they will lock down the estate, trapping Björn, Tae, and Logan inside.

“Damián? Are you compromised?” asks Logan, and, oh man, I can hear something I’ve never heard in his voice before: fear.

I’m soooo fucked…

Well, this is it.

The math is mathing, and it is fucking cruel. I have no other option but to let him take me.

Well, at least this way my teammates will be safe.

“Logan, is Dami compromised?” Leif asks on the comms, and I can hear the panic in his voice, too.

Ok, so I guess today is the day we all panic.