Bound To The Devil

Luca’s POV

Luca hummed to himself as he arranged a small vase of fresh flowers on the dining table. Ava was giggling beside him, stacking sugar cubes into a tiny tower as if it were the most important task in the world.

Damien, meanwhile, was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching them with an unreadable expression.

Luca had learned that meant trouble.

Damien was thinking about something—something serious.

Luca sighed, setting down the vase. “Alright, just say it.”

Damien arched a brow. “Say what?”

Luca narrowed his eyes. “Whatever’s making you stare at me like that.”

Ava perked up. “Yeah, Papa! You look scary.”

Damien’s gaze softened for a split second at their daughter’s words. But when he turned back to Luca, the sharp calculating glint returned.

“I got a call.”

Luca stilled. “From who?”

Damien’s jaw tightened. “A contact in the east.”

That was never good news.

Luca’s stomach sank. “Let me guess. It’s not about Mikhail.”

Damien nodded, his expression darkening. “No. It’s about something else.”

Luca sat down, exhaling sharply. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”

Damien’s fingers drummed against the counter. “There’s been movement near the old Revenant docks.”

Luca’s brows furrowed. That was abandoned territory. No one had touched it in years. He knew it , he had studied about it in one of his class .

His blood ran cold.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish.” Damien exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s them.”

Luca’s grip on the chair tightened.

Them.

The ones before Mikhail.

The ones who disappeared—only to come crawling back from the grave.

“Shit.”

***

Damien’s POV

Luca looked pale. He knew what this meant.

Damien had been expecting Mikhail to make another move. He was prepared.

But this?

This was worse.

Mikhail was dangerous, yes, but he was predictable—an obsessed, power-hungry bastard with too much pride to die quietly.

But the ghosts of the past?

They were something else entirely.

Luca rubbed his temples, muttering, “Tell me everything.”

Damien exhaled. “Not here. Not in front of her.”

Ava was watching them curiously, her sugar cube tower now lopsided.

Luca sighed, nodding. “Fine. But I need to know—” His voice dropped. “Do you think they’re after us?”

Damien’s eyes darkened.

“I think,” he said slowly, “that they never left.”

"They were always watching ,  back because they knew me and Sebastian are back together."