Bound To The Devil

Chapter 100

Damien leaned down, his voice soft—mocking. “Say their name again.”

The man whimpered, shaking his head frantically. His bruised eye was swelling shut. Damien grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up.

“I asked you a question.”

He pried his mouth open, shoving the barrel of his silencer against the bastard’s tongue. The man choked, body going rigid in panic.

Damien smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

He pulled the gun back, wiping the saliva off on the man’s bloodied shirt. Then, he turned to the side, grabbing a cloth and wiping his hands with casual indifference.

“Tell me exactly what message the Petrov brothers sent.”

The man hesitated. Damien sighed, then without warning, drove his fist into his stomach. A violent retch tore from the man’s throat as he coughed blood onto the floor.

“Fine. You want me to carve it out of you?” Damien’s voice was mild, pleasant.

The man shook his head violently. “N-No! Please! They… they know you and Vasillev have joined forces again. They—they’ve been waiting for this moment!”

Damien’s lips curled. “Oh? And why is that?”

The man swallowed, his entire body trembling. “B-Because… they want revenge. For what you did. They said… they’ve gotten stronger. That they’re not the same fools you humiliated years ago. They have resources. Backers. A full-fledged army. And…” he hesitated, as if the next words were a death sentence.

Damien stepped closer. “And what?”

The man let out a shuddering breath. “They said they won’t just kill you… they’ll destroy everything you love.”

The air stilled.

Damien's expression didn’t change. Not a flicker of emotion. Not a single hint of the rage curling through his veins like a storm ready to break.

Then, without a word, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

A muffled shot rang out, the silencer keeping it quiet. Blood splattered against the concrete wall as the man slumped forward, lifeless.

Damien exhaled, rolling his wrist before sliding his gun back into his holster.

Destroy everything he loved?

Funny.

Because Damien Volkov didn’t lose. And anyone who dared threaten his family? His Luca? His daughter? His heir?

They’d be the ones buried first.

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– A Warning in Blood

The first strike

Sebastian’s POV

Sebastian Vasillev never panicked. Not ever.

Not when he stared down the barrel of a gun. Not when blood splattered against his suit. Not even when he buried a knife in a man’s throat and felt the warmth spill over his hands.

But tonight? Tonight, something was wrong.

The moment his car pulled through the estate gates, his gut twisted. His men were standing stiff, weapons gripped tight. The tension was thick—like a storm had already passed, leaving only carnage behind.

Sebastian stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel. "What the fuck happened?"

One of his men—Dmitri—stepped forward, his face pale. "Sir… you need to see this."