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Damien

I was getting impatient with the way this man was baiting me. I was feeling a little self-conscious because I did not like being baited.

"What exactly is the problem?" I demanded.

"You are my problem, Damien. Ever since you walked into that police station, everything I built right from scratch is gone!" He said.

"So you sent me a secret rendezvous just to bitch to me," I let out maliciously before I turned to leave.

"I know where Robert is," He called after me and I stopped abruptly in my track. I sighed. I wondered why him of all people could was playing such an expensive joke.

"Michael Stryker. Are you shitting me?" I firmly asked.

He walked over to where I stood and stopped. It was a little bit dramatic the way he did but I was too pissed to care.

"Damien Moretti, I shit you not," Michael said in a low tone. I could tell that he was serious.

"I am guessing that you do not want to tell me without a price," I said.

"You know me so well," He spat maliciously.

I scoffed at him.