The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 93

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Damon leaned back on the couch, still pressing lightly at the bandage on his side. The adrenaline from the night was fading, leaving him achingly aware of every bruise and stitch.

Lila knelt beside him, holding a damp towel. “You need to rest,” she said softly. “Your body can’t take another chase like tonight.”

“I can’t just sit,” Damon muttered, wincing slightly as he shifted. “The Fox isn’t done with me. And if he’s working with Jasper…” He trailed off, grinding his teeth.

Lila placed a hand on his chest. “Then we plan. But you’re not going anywhere until you can walk without me practically carrying you.”

Damon looked at her, his gaze softening for the first time since the hunt began. “You make it sound like you don’t trust me.”

“I trust you to survive,” she replied firmly. “I just don’t trust you to survive recklessly.”

He let out a low laugh, despite the pain. “And yet here you are, helping me anyway.”.

Her hand brushed his lightly, and Damon’s eyes darkened with a mix of affection and danger.

“Only death could separate us,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “But unfortunately… death can’t catch me. And I’ll make sure it can’t catches you too.”

Lila froze, her heart skipping a beat at the weight of his words.

“Damon…” she whispered.

He leaned closer, his bruised side pressing lightly against her. “I’m serious,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “No one-no one-gets to take you from me. Not Jasper. Not The Fox. Not even fate itself.”

Her chest tightened as she stared at him, realizing just how far he would go for her.

He finally allowed himself to relax slightly, though the fire in his eyes never dimmed.

“And now,” he said, a faint smirk returning despite the pain, “we plan. Because the next move belongs to me.”

Outside, the rain continued to fall, tapping softly against the windows.

Far across the city, The Fox adjusted his coat, his gaze sharp and calculating. He could sense Damon’s determination even through the walls.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered to himself, “I finish the game.”

Inside, Lila held Damon’s hand tighter, silently promising herself-and him-that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Damon stood by the window, his bruised body pressed against the glass, eyes scanning the dark streets below.

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Lila knelt beside the laptop, scrolling through surveillance footage from his men.

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“There,” she said, pointing. “A black SUV moving near the docks around midnight. That has to be him.”

Damon nodded slowly, wincing as he pressed a hand against his side. “Good. Then we intercept him before he makes his next move.”

Lila froze. “Damon… you’re injured. You can barely walk without wincing. You shouldn’t go alone.”

He gave her that dangerous, infuriating smirk she knew too well. “I never go alone when someone threatens you. But I can’t risk him thinking I’m weak.”

Her chest tightened. “Then I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you-”

Damon cut her off, voice low and deliberate. “No, Lila. You’re going to be the bait, the prettiest bait.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, leaning closer despite the pain in his side. “The Fox won’t take the shot if he thinks you’re alone and vulnerable. He’s smart, cautious… predictable. You lure him in, I strike.”

Lila’s heart skipped a beat. “Damon, that’s insane! You could get yourself killed out there while I—”

“I’ll be fine,” he interrupted, his voice sharp but calm. “I’ll be right behind you. But I need you to move like you’re exposed, like you’re unaware, like you’re the only one he can see. Understood?”

She hesitated, the weight of the plan sinking in. “And if something happens to me?”

“You’re not dying tonight,” Damon said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers. “Only death could separate us, remember? And unfortunately… death can’t catch me. But tonight… I’m making sure he doesn’t get you either.”

Her throat tightened. The mix of fear and adrenaline made her pulse race.

“Fine,” she said finally, steeling herself. “I’ll do it. But you better be right behind me.”

He smirked faintly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. “I always am. And I’ll make sure he regrets ever showing his face in this city.”

Outside, the rain-slicked streets reflected the dim city lights. The black SUV waited near the docks, engine idling like a predator.

Damon carefully slid into the driver’s seat of his car, the pain in his side evident, but his gaze never leaving

Lila.

“Remember,” he said as she gripped the wheel, “move like you’re alone. Look vulnerable. And trust me—I’ll strike the moment he makes a mistake.”

Lila swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Got it. But you better not let me die first.”

“I won’t,” Damon said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Tonight, he learns why hunting me-or you-is the

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stupidest mistake he’ll ever make.”

The warehouse district was quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant hum of the city and the occasional drip of water from the broken roofs. Lila’s hands gripped the wheel tighter as she parked the car a short distance from the docks, her pulse hammering in her chest.

Damon leaned against the passenger door, wincing as he pressed lightly at his side. “You look nervous,” he said, voice low and teasing despite the tension.

“I am nervous,” Lila shot back, her eyes scanning the shadows. “You’re letting me walk into a trap!”

“You are the trap,” he said, his smirk returning. “And I’m the predator waiting in the shadows.”

Lila swallowed hard. She stepped out of the car, her movements casual, trying to appear unaware, though her heart pounded in her ears. Every instinct screamed danger, but she forced herself to play the role Damon had assigned her: vulnerable, exposed, tempting the hunter.

From the shadows, a faint click of the SUV door echoed. The Fox had arrived.

Lila’s breath caught as the man stepped forward, scanning the area. He moved with precision, every step calculated. Damon’s words echoed in her mind: move like you’re alone, like you’re unaware.

She took a careful step forward, letting her hand brush against the car as if she were simply walking by.

The Fox froze, his eyes locking on her. A slight smile curved his lips. “There you are,” he muttered.

Damon’s hand tightened on the small gun strapped to his side, his eyes never leaving the figure. He had positioned himself behind crates near the edge of the dock, his body coiled like a spring despite the bruises and blood still seeping through his shirt.

Lila felt a shiver of fear-and something else, a thrill—as she stayed just within The Fox’s line of sight. She let her shoulders slump, pretending exhaustion, letting him think he had the upper hand.

The man took another step forward, unaware that Damon had already calculated the distance, angles, and timing down to the second.

Then Damon moved.

From the shadows, he struck with lethal precision, a flash of movement that The Fox barely saw before a sharp pain in his side threw him off balance. He staggered, spinning to face Damon, eyes wide with shock.

“Damon!” Lila called softly, keeping her voice steady as she slowly backed toward the crates, drawing his

attention.

“Stay calm,” Damon muttered under his breath, circling closer, every step measured despite the pain in his

ribs.

The Fox’s gaze darted between them. He realized too late-he had fallen right into the trap.

“You think you can hunt me?” Damon hissed, voice low and dangerous. “Tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.”

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Lila’s heart pounded as she watched Damon, bruised and bloody, move with uncanny precision. Every strike, every step, was calculated, but she could see the fire in his eyes-a fire only she could calm or fuel.

The Fox’s confidence faltered. Damon’s presence was overwhelming, impossible to ignore, even for a man trained to kill.

And in that moment, Lila realized: they were unstoppable together.

The Fox stumbled back, holding the side Damon had struck, but his eyes were still sharp and calculating. He raised a small blade, moving toward Lila.

“Stay back!” Damon warned, wincing slightly as he pressed at his ribs. He reached for a nearby metal pipe and used it to gently block The Fox’s swing.

Lila’s heart raced, but she kept her voice calm, steadying herself. She picked up a length of chain from the dockside crates and swung it, clanging it against a metal beam. The sound echoed, drawing The Fox’s

attention.

“Damon!” she called, keeping her distance but staying visible.

“Good,” he muttered, glancing at her with a faint smile despite the pain. “Just like we planned.”

The Fox lunged toward her again, and Damon stepped in, gently pushing him back against the crates. The impact caused the wood to crack slightly.

Lila moved closer, keeping low, swinging the chain near his legs. The Fox stumbled forward, giving Damon the opening he needed.

“I’ve had enough of your games!” Damon said firmly, voice strained but steady. He nudged The Fox back toward the wall. Blood trickled from a small cut on the man’s temple, and for a moment, he looked caught off guard.

“You…” The Fox spat, trying to recover. “You’re not supposed to-”

“You think I’m done?” Damon asked, ignoring the ache in his side as he stepped closer. “No one threatens her… no one threatens me… and gets away.”

Lila’s pulse quickened. Every movement Damon made was precise despite his injuries, measured and controlled. She could see the fire in his eyes-the determination that had carried them both this far.

Damon gently twisted The Fox’s arm behind his back, encouraging him to drop the knife. Shadow Fox struggled but couldn’t break Damon’s grip.

“Stay down,” Damon said, voice calm but firm. “Next time, it won’t just be me who catches you.”

Breathing heavily, Damon glanced at Lila. “You okay?”

She nodded, adrenaline and relief mixing together. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

He allowed himself a brief smile, still holding The Fox firmly. “Good. Let’s make sure he doesn’t cause trouble again.”

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The warehouse grew quiet, broken only by the soft patter of rain against the broken windows and Damon’s labored breathing.

Outside, somewhere in the shadows, another pair of eyes watched, quietly noting every detail. The game wasn’t over. Not yet.

But for now, Damon and Lila had survived. And together, they were unstoppable.

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