68. Am I supposed to know you?

Damien narrowed his eyes. Even though she looked familiar, he couldn't recognize her. Was she someone he had hired at a different club? Someone he had done wrong. Maybe he killed one of her family members. If that was the case, maybe he could pay her off for her grief. He was cruel, but not heartless.

"Am I supposed to know you?" he asked. He squinted his eyes. She really did look extremely familiar.

"Typical. Can't seem to remember the girl you fucked over in high school, huh? You've been with so many hoes that I was merely an object, right?" Destiny said.

Ah, so she was one of his conquests. He looked into her eyes and it suddenly clicked.

"Alison Gomez. You look different," he said slowly. "And you changed your name." Memories came flashing back. She sure had reasons to hate him since he framed her and sent her to prison. But how would she find out?

Damien stared at her intently. She looked nothing like how she looked in high school. Aside