You’ll Always Run Back to Me

Snow swirled around my windshield as I drove through LA, not really seeing the road. I had spent three days hunting for a lawyer, and every door slammed shut the moment I mentioned Damian Holt. The man was untouchable. Every attorney I talked to either looked scared or flat-out told me no. Victor Grayson included.

My chest ached from the loss, from the D&C, from knowing I had been lied to and used. My baby was gone, and no one would help me fight for justice.

I pulled over on a bridge, stepped out, and leaned on the railing. The cold wind cut through my coat, but I didn’t care. My hands were shaking and my face was frozen with tears.

Just then, my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my coat pocket with numb fingers. Wesley’s name lit up the screen. I hesitated, then answered.

“Hello?”

“Lila?” His voice was warm and filled with concern. “Are you okay? I saw your email... you accepted the job. But you didn’t respond to my voicemail. What’s going on?”

I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “I’m sorry. A lot has happened. I’ve been... looking for lawyers.”

“Lawyers? For what?”

I took a shaky breath. “I want to sue Damian. And the hospital. They... they aborted my baby. Without telling me. Without my consent.”

“What the fuck?” His voice turned sharp and angry. “Where are you? Come meet me. I’m at a set we’re shooting. You know the lot off Sunset? Come now. We’ll figure this out.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and then I ended the call.

My hands shook as I got back in my car and drove off. My heart raced the entire way.

But when I pulled into the lot, my stomach dropped.

Damian was there. He was standing toe-to-toe with Wesley.

Both of them were shouting, the tension was so thick the entire crew was frozen.

“You really think you can kick me out?” Damian growled. “My company funds half of this industry. Try it, you’ll lose. You want me gone? Stop investing, period.”

Wesley didn’t flinch. “You're a prick who treats people like garbage. You called Lila trash. Told her she was nothing. And now? You went as far as killing her baby? You’re a fu¢king psycho.”

Damian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t bring her into this, Kane. Or you’ll regret it.”

“Try me,” Wesley snapped. “She works for me now. I’ll treat her like the queen she is.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “She accepted your offer?”

Wesley smirked. “Yeah. Surprised? You're not the only one people turn to. Lila has got a home with me now, not with a piece of shit like you!”

Damian shoved him, hard. Wesley slammed into a lighting rig with a loud crash.

I jumped out of the car and ran toward them, my heart was pounding.

Damian’s fist was raised, but then he saw me.

He stopped cold.

And then he turned toward me with a furious expression. “You look like hell,” he said. “Running around trying to find lawyers to take me down? Pathetic.”

“Fu¢k you,” I glared up at him. “You’re a monster. A liar. A killer. I will take you down. You’ll pay for what you did to my baby.”

He stepped closer, his voice was low and dangerous when he spoke again. “I heard you took Kane’s job. You're fμcking him too now? You better dig your grave before you try me.”

“You don’t scare me anymore,” I shot back, my voice shook. “You destroyed something I loved. You don’t get to control me now.”

Wesley walked up beside me, his voice was tight. “Wait… so it’s true? What you told me... he actually had them do it?”

I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. “He said there were complications. He lied. The doctor did a D&C while I was passed out. I never got to choose. I never got to say goodbye. He didn't want the baby, but he still didn't let me keep it.”

Wesley stared at Damian in horror, then he pulled me into his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “We’ll handle this. My legal team will take the case. We’ll sue both him and the hospital.”

“You would really do that for me?” I asked, my voice was barely there.

“Absolutely. I would do more than that.”

Before I could respond, Damian stormed over and ripped me from Wesley’s arms.

He slammed Wesley into the rig again and punched him hard in the gut.

Then again.

Right in the face.

Crew members screamed. And I froze, my heart hammered in my chest.

And Damian? He looked like he wasn’t done yet.

Wesley doubled over, coughing hard. “Fu¢k you, Holt!”

Damian grabbed his collar and slammed another punch into his gut. Wesley groaned, he was barely staying upright.

“Damian, what the hell?!” I yelled, rushing in and grabbing his arm. “Stop it!”

He turned on me fast, his eyes were blazing, and yanked me away. I froze, his energy was practically vibrating off him.

“I warned you, Lila,” he growled, stepping in close, almost nose to nose. “I said you’re mine. Stay away from other guys. Especially Kane.”

“You’re insane,” I shot back, my heart was pounding. “You don’t own me. We’re over. Get that through your thick skull!”

He backed me against a wall, crowding me. “You wanna test me? Want a reminder of what I can do? That little loser won’t last if I really start playing dirty.”

I swallowed, forcing myself not to show fear. “You can’t touch me. I’m with Wesley now. We’re dating. And yeah... we’re sleeping together too. That piss you off?”

His face twisted and his jaw clenched. He shoved me against the wall harder, pinning me there with his body. I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. His hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“You can pretend you’re over me,” he said. His voice was low and dark. “But we both know who you really want. You let me be your first for a reason, Lila. You never looked at anyone else. You think Kane can satisfy you? You’ll come crawling back to me for more. To fu¢k you good.”

I opened my mouth to snap back, but my eyes flicked to Wesley. He was being helped up by some crew members, he looked pale and hunched over from that hit.

“You’re disgusting,” I said, turning back to Damian. “I’ll never sleep with you again. You killed our baby.”

He jaw clenched.

Something in his face changed. His body pressed harder into mine, and I felt his c0ck... it was hard against my hip. I gasped, trying to push him off.

“You’re wrong,” he said, grabbing my wrist and shoving it down to his crotch.

The thick bulge was hot through his pants. I tried to pull away, but he forced my hand there, holding it.

“Feel that? You’re acting like you don’t want me, but your body remembers.”

He slid his zipper down and shoved my hand into his briefs. I gasped when I felt his thick cock pulsing under my fingers.

“Damian... stop,” I snapped, panicking, my face was hot. “This is public!”

He smirked, guiding my hand up and down his shaft slowly. “Then let’s take it private. My car’s right there. You remember how good it used to be.”

“No!” I shouted, my legs were trembling, and my whole body tense. “That's not what I meant. Get off me!”

But my thighs pressed together anyway. And I could feel my panties getting wet. His c0ck was still as big and straight just as I remembered it.

Damian leaned in, brushing his hand over my face. “I’m not the monster you think I am. I didn’t tell any doctor to kill our baby. I took you to the hospital when you passed out. The doctor said something you ate caused it. My team is looking into it.”

I froze. “You… took me to the hospital? I passed out at Walmart, but... That doesn’t even make sense.”

“They said something you ingested triggered it. Something poisoned you, Lila.”

My stomach dropped. I stared at him, my hand was still on his c0ck and it was completely still. “You’re serious?”

He nodded. “You think I wanted a kid? No. But I didn’t kill it.”

I ripped my hand away, my eyes were burning. I pushed his chest hard, but he didn't budge.

"You're lying!" I shouted at him, but my voice shook. “You didn't want the baby, Damian! You told me to get rid of it!"

“I didn’t want it,” he said quietly, stepping back and zipping his pants. “But I didn’t fu¢king kill it.”

Just then, Wesley limped over, his voice was hoarse when he spoke. “Back off, Holt,” he said, pulling me behind him. “Lila, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I whispered, barely holding it together. But my eyes were still locked on Damian.

He gave Wesley a cold look, then laughed bitterly. “Keep her, Kane. But she’ll come back to me. She always does.”

“No, I won’t,” I said, my voice was steady despite my shaking hands. “I’m done with you, Damian. I’ll get a lawyer. I’ll take you down.”

He turned and walked away without another word. The crew parted like they didn’t even want to breathe near him.

Wesley held me, warm and steady, but I was shaking. My mind was racing.

“Was Damian telling the truth? Or was it just another twisted game?”

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End of chapter 9