Se connecterDamon's POV “Wait.” I stopped her against my better judgement. “I wasn't supposed to be here today.” I said. “I thought so too.” Emily replied, her voice was soft and carried suspense. “I'm sorry things are not the way they're supposed to be.” “It's not your fault. Never was.” I said. “Damon, can we get the day off? Together?” She asked, sounding unusual. “I'm not sure I know what that means, but you can take the day off if you want to.” I said. “Forget I asked.” She bowed and left. Why was she acting so strange? Emily would never let me get the last word. Not even a few minutes ago. I just watched her walk off. We avoided each other for the better part of the day. I'd packed my things to leave many times more than I could count, but I ended up thinking myself into sitting back. I couldn't even make an appearance at the celebratory lunch they had on my behalf and on my bill. Once, I thought I heard footsteps, but it was so light I convinced myself it was probably
Lucas’ POV If only Adrian would be gracious enough to pick his damn call. The day was already half gone but I was too scared to request to see Rayvn and the kids. I'd thought Adrian would have a change of mind and come or something, but thirty minutes of pacing restlessly proved he wasn't. “Can I see the morgue now?” I asked the lady I met at the desk earlier. “I'm extremely sorry for your loss, Sir.” She started. “Can I have their names?” She asked. “Marcus Rayvn, and twin infants, they were unnamed to the best of my knowledge.” I explained to her. “And you say this happened yesterday?” She confirmed after minutes of endless scrolling? “That was when we got the call.” I answered. “We normally wouldn't disclose that information over the phone.” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure the call was from this hospital?” I requested. “Yes.” I replied. “Can I see the caller details?” She asked. “I wasn't the one who got the call. Wasn't me who chec
Adrian's POV “It's a new day indeed.” I said to myself, pulling up to the house. Maybe it was a dumb decision, seeing as many people had the right to be on my neck, literally. “Your mother is up.” One of my attendants spoke in my ear. “All the better, then.” That was meant to be sarcastic, but he didn't seem at ease. “What's up?” j looked at him, forcing him to look down at Damon's car keys which he'd taken from me. “She has a visitor.” He added. “I don't think Ma would mind my intrusion. Besides, I've got to shower me’self.” I patted his back. He was quiet, once again the young innocent boy I employed a couple of months ago. “On second thought, I shall love to see her before going up.” I watched as his face crumpled and relaxed He was hiding something, and it better be for my sake. “Wait here.” I said to him two doors away from Mama. I knocked once and let myself in. “What the fuck?!” I yelled. The sight wasn't unusual, the time of day was. Ever since
Emily's POV “If you guys can keep it low, I promise I won't interfere.” I said upon barging into Damon's office.. Luacas and Damon had each other headlocked, spinning like little kids. “Get out of here.” Lucas yelled, trying to protect me. “I'm bothered by the noise.” I stood at the door, arms akimbo, watching how blood spotted tiny dots on Damon’s cloth. “Leave!” He yelled again. Damon took advantage of the split second Lucas looked up at me to strike him on the head. I was incensed, but not mad enough to want to fight. One minute I was kissing my teeth at how stupid they both looked, fighting in an office on Damon's first day back after an unannounced leave, and the next I was knocked to a corner by a blow to my head. “See what you've done!” Lucas angrily pushed Damon to the window, and was about to throw him down the entire thirteen stories of Nevada when I rushed to him. “Lucas please go to the hospital.” I begged him as he let himself be torn off Damon by me
Damon's POV “Just go on with what you have to say.” Lucas snapped. “You don't tell me what to do!” I yelled at the top of my voice. All three of them didn't even break a sweat “Your most diligent employees are on their way to work. I'm sure you must have something planned for them.” Adrian spoke. “First on my list,” I started finally, still recovering from my outburst, “How has security been? Any threats from the borders?” I asked Lucas. “None. My guys have been less busy for a while now. I was almost thinking of downsizing capacity. It seems we do not have as much threat to require such a large army.” Lucas replied. “That sounds good. I hope you are still engaging with all your intel's though. Remember these bastards live to strike when we're the most vulnerable. It's a pleasant surprise that nothing happened when I was gone.” I tapped my fingers on the table, thinking. “Maybe that's because you had the good sense not to make my absence public.” I said, thanking him
Damon's POV “I never saw that coming.” I held my head as my nerves shot up. Adrian's problem had never been my problem, not since when we were kids. But I can't deny feeling an extreme sense of duty to him, especially as he saved me from death's lair. “I'm gonna need details.” I said. “If you're asking for a reason. I don't have any. I just did it. That bitch has had too much control over my life for a very long time. I got tired of it. I badly wanted a test, but the idea of having my first heir mothered by her didn't sit well with me.” I confessed. “When she needed you the most.” I soliloquised. “Come on. If you heard both sides, you'd feel for me too. She's the reason I lost Emily.” He said. “That's just foolish talk right now.” I brushed it off. “If she wanted to be kept, she would've. I was married to the woman.” “Back to the case at hand…” Adrian drew me out. “What exactly are you scared of about Lilian? From where I stand, she's a bastard.” I flipped.
Emily's POV “Didn't think I'd see you today again.” I commented on Adrian's obvious presence which was supposed to be a surprise. I couldn't help feeling like I betrayed Damon, especially not after turning down his invitation to drive me home, again. If he walked in on us, there's gonna be no
Damon's POV The pump in Emily's walk got to me. Why was she so happy? I mean, I wanted her to be, but I wanted to be the reason too. “It's a good morning, I see.” I said. “Well, I'm trying to act like it.” She replied. “How was your night?” I asked, drawing her windows. “It was alrigh
Adrian's POV “Did I say how much I missed sleeping next to you?” I asked, snapping out of the sleep and wake cycle I'd been in since last night. “This has to be the millionth time. I'm beginning to doubt you.” Emily snuggled. “I still don't feel like I've said only enough though.” I sat up
Lucas POV “And to what do I owe this call, sergeant?” I grunted as I picked up the phone. “The locals at the edge of town say they’ve heard the same kind of noises, for the third night in a row.” He reported. “What?” I asked, half awake. “I got here as soon as I could , sir, everywhere lo







