59~ To an island

A sigh escaped Evelyn's lips as she sat sprawled out on a couch in Damian's office, bored to death.

Weeks had flown by in a pleasant blur. Things between Damian and her were getting better with each day. The only problem is, he was too busy.

Sometimes he would disappear without so much as a word to Evelyn. Then he would come back covered in bruises and claim that even though he got rid of Zach, they were still people messing around with drugs.

He told her it would be difficult to get rid of all of them. They would always arise as that is human nature. But he would be there to root them out every time.

Tonight was no different, Damian had received a call from one of his men and now, he was busy cocking his guns at his desk, ready to leave for the next operation.

He raised his head to give Evelyn a glance, he saw how she had her arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her mouth.

Putting his pistol on the desk, he walked over to the couch and sat on the edge, looking down at