Chapter Six — We Have Proof

Elara's POV

The words from the stranger's mouth hung in the air like a death threat. 

His gun was gleaming dangerously under the pool house light, pointed straight at Damien's heart. 

I pressed my back against the wall. Even my leggings was still bunched around my thighs. I felt exposed and vulnerable, completely afraud.

What the fuck was going on?

My heart was pounding hard from the fear now mixing with the leftover ache from Damien's teasing cock at my entrance just seconds ago.

I had been ready to let him fuck me deep few seconds ago. I would have let his thick length fill my wet pussy, and pound me right until I broke. 

Now, this.

Damien stood firmly, blocking the intruder's path to me. 

"Who sent you?" 

His voice stayed low, controlled, but I saw the tension in his shoulders.

The man stepped closer. I noted a scar running down his cheek. The suit he wore was rumpled like he had come straight from some back-alley deal. 

"Marcus Kane. He knows you have been sniffing around for Victor's dirt.”

My heart jumped in my chest.

“The debts, the laundering—it is all out now baby CEO." 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand, the other steady in the gun and the trigger, ready to pull it if need be—if we acted funny.

When he waved it us, the screen was glowing with that message, the one I had seen on Damien's phone.

"We have proof on the girl too. You either back off, or she pays."

This was the person who had sent that message to Damien? 

What did they have on me? Probably photos from the lounge? Of Damien and I tangled in that booth, his cock thrusting into my virgin heat while I was moaning like a slut? 

Heat flushed my face even as the shame was twisting the components of my stomach with unbridled terror. 

If that got out, it would ruin me. 

There would be whispers at school and my Mom's heart would break. And maybe Victor would even rage.

Who knew?

The fact still remained that I wouldn't want such coming to light.

"Put the gun down." 

Damien raised his hands up in a slow motion. His eyes were trained on the gun. I shivered in fear behind him.

"We can talk about this."

The intruder laughed.

"Talk?” He made a pft sound. “Marcus only wants the files you stole. Hand them over, or I start with her." 

His eyes flickered to me, standing in the shadows, leggings bunched around my thighs, pussy leaking.

They lingered on my bare legs, a dirty smirk crossing his face.

Could he see how wet I was? Could he tell that Damien had been at the verge of sliding into my heat? Could he—

Damien chose them to act, lunging at the stranger, fast as a shadow. He grabbed the arm with the gun.

The stranger let out a yelp, stunned as Damien instantly twisted it up. 

A shot was fired in the struggle. The sound echoed in the space, the bullet hitting the ceiling of the pool house. 

I screamed, ducking instantly as the white plaster from the ceiling began to fall down to the floor in fragments.

My hands reached down to pull my legging all the way up to my waist.

They grappled, bodies slamming into the lounge chair, knocking it over. But Damien punched him hard.

Blood sprayed across in slow motion when his fist connected with the man's jaw with murderous intent. 

The stranger's gun skittered across the floor toward me, and I scrambled for it, my fingers closing around it.

The cold metal was heavy, and it felt absolutely real in my palms. My hands shook as I have never held one before. 

The men were still rolling around in the ground, struggling. But Damien was on top now, bis knee pinning the intruder's chest to the ground after a punch. 

“Bastard,” he grunted.

He delivered a few more punch to the stranger’s face till I heard something crack in the deafening silence.

Probably his nose.

"Who has the fucking proof?" Damien growled at him, fist raised.

The man spat blood. 

"Wouldn't you like to know that too, CEO Blackwood?” His voice was movking. “It's juicy. Your little stepsis spreading her easy legs for you."

Damien's punch landed again, harder this time, hard enough for the intruder's head to snap back. 

The sick sound it made when it hit the gravel made my blood congeal.

Would Damien kill him?

The lights flicked on outside.

“Damien!!!!” I heard Victor's voice from outside, nearing the pool house.

I shoved the gun into my waistband just before Victor burst in with his eyes wide in suprise at the scene.

Victor had come running from the house with his robe flapping.

"What the hell?"

Damien hauled the man up by his collar. "Call the cops, Dad."

Victor hesitated. The way face went pale didn't escape my notice. 

"No cops. Not yet." He glanced at me briefly, then at the intruder. "What on earth does he want with you?"

I swallowed.

"Files," Damien said. 

His voice was tight.

Victor's brows rose.

“What files?”

Damien avoided his gaze.

 "He needs specific files, the files on every of your deals with Marcus."

Victor's jaw clenched. 

"Let him go. I'll handle it."

Damien shoved the man against the wall. The intruder e slumped to the floor, thoroughly weakened.

"Handle it?” Damien barked, his eyes meeting his father's fiercely. 

The tension rose.

“Just like you handled everything and it resulted in Mom's death?” He added with a hiss. “No! This ends now."

He was shaking his head.

Someone chuckled.

Looking towards the sound, the culprit was the intruder. He stopped and just smirked with his bursted lips. 

"Listen to Daddy, baby CEO, or the girl's pics hit the net."

Damien grabbed the intruder and delivered two heavy blows.

His head hung low.

My stomach dropped. Victor's eyes narrowed on me. 

"What pics?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said. My eyes widened at the sharp look he gave me. I realized I had defended myself a bit too fast. 

Suspicion was creeping in now. I facepalmed internally. Damien just released the man and stepped back. 

"Get out. Tell Marcus I'll meet him tomorrow on neutral grounds."

The intruder wiped the blood from his mouth and straightened his jacket.

"Smart boy. Bring the files or she pays for the sins of you both." He slipped out and vanished into the night.