Chapter 9 - The Sins of the Father
The grand, beautiful study fell into a silence so absolute and terrifying that Hannah could hear her own frantic heartbeat.
Damen became frighteningly, unnaturally still, his storm-gray eyes locking entirely onto David's bruised and bloodied face.
"Explain yourself immediately," Damen commanded, his deep voice a lethal, vibrating whisper that completely shattered the quiet room.
David swallowed incredibly hard, obviously terrified of the monstrous, unholy rage quietly building inside the injured mob boss.
"The Volkovs heavily bribed Doctor Brooks to intentionally delay Sophia's life-saving surgery after her terrible car crash nine years ago," David confessed rapidly.
"They recently found out Hannah was his biological daughter, and they purely wanted to use her to mentally and emotionally destroy you forever."
Hannah stumbled blindly backward, her shaking hand flying instantly to her mouth to stifle a sudden, horrified sob.
Her entire existence had been built entirely on the profound, loving pride she held for her late father's incredible medical legacy.
To suddenly learn that he had deliberately let an innocent, terrified girl die for dirty cartel money shattered her innocent worldview completely.
She looked desperately at Damen, fully expecting to see violent, uncontrollable hatred directed entirely at her face.
Instead, Damen slowly closed his eyes, a heavy, unimaginable sorrow washing completely over his handsome, scarred features.
"Take this pathetic piece of trash away forever and make him completely disappear," Damen ordered his loyal guards quietly.
Once they were entirely alone in the massive room, Hannah could no longer hold back the violent flood of agonizing tears.
"Damen, I swear to God I never knew anything about this terrible betrayal," she cried loudly, hugging her thin arms tightly around herself.
Damen crossed the wide room effortlessly despite his agonizing shoulder wound, pulling her forcefully into his fiercely protective embrace.
"You are absolutely not your father, Hannah, and his terrible, greedy sins do not belong to you," he whispered fiercely into her dark hair.
The incredibly beautiful, tender moment was violently and abruptly interrupted by the deafening, explosive sound of shattering glass.
The massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the beautiful penthouse exploded violently inward, showering them with razor-sharp shards of deadly debris.
Heavily armed tactical mercenaries swarmed rapidly into the luxurious living room, firing automatic weapons indiscriminately at everything that moved.
Damen forcefully shoved Hannah behind a heavy marble pillar, immediately returning lethal fire with deadly, terrifying accuracy.
A massive, heavily scarred man stepped casually through the ruined window frame, smiling wickedly at the absolute destruction he had caused.
It was Ivan Volkov, the notoriously ruthless leader of the Russian syndicate himself.
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Before Damen could quickly reload his empty weapon, Ivan lunged forward with unbelievable, terrifying speed.
Ivan aggressively grabbed Hannah by her bruised throat, violently dragging her struggling body toward the jagged edge of the shattered balcony.
