She ran off now full-blown sobbing. I didn’t get to see her features well because of her hasty exit but I had seen a smear of mascara running down the length of her face.
I should be on my way by now. Make a run for it. There was nothing to see but a heartless prick who believe he was God’s gift to women but his phone rang.
I decided to stay back for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to listen in more. I haven’t blown my cover yet and it wasn’t like I will ever see him again. Perhaps, I will see a side of him that is human and not the condescending twat that had just exhibited his lack of sympathy mere minutes ago.
“You know I have always hated men having too much power for so long.” He started. “Especially old men.”
Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away.
“And now I have two options. Kill the motherfucker or get myself a trophy wife that will leave when I get what I want.”
DAMON’S POV
I was having a horrible day, there was no doubt. I had started my day thinking the world was beneath me just like it has always been and ended it by telling off Rebecca the spoilt daughter of the mayor. And, if the shadow looming at the threshold of the door was any indication, I just might have to deal with yet another intruder.
Fuckastic! Like I didn’t have enough to be angry about.
Just what I needed when I go to a club that is supposed to provide exclusivity and ask my shitty best friend who is thirty minutes late to meet up with me. Funny, how so much could change in just mere five hours.
Five hours ago
He had asked me to meet him in his office which was three hours away by road from New York city where I live. It was all power play and I couldn’t help but admire his tact and audacity to play a game with me that I could play even in my sleep. But that was why he was one of the most respected men in the Bravta during his days. Although, recently I have been more invested in my hobby of a conglomerate; buying companies from struggling business owners, splitting their hard work and legacies apart, and reselling at a higher price.
I liked the rush I felt from watching men like them finally bury their pride and ask me the sadist to buy off their drowning business that was dwindling in value by the day and when heirs had to learn being a corporate worker rather late and there was no business somewhere ready to entertain their mediocrity and give them a chair at the table.
But I have had my fun with the corporate world and I needed to get back to the underworld where I truly belonged. If I had emotions, I should be excited about the biggest shipment I have ever delivered into this country; a transaction that I had just concluded last night in the comfort of my sofa while the wipe-ass almost orgasmed to the thought that he was talking to the Damon.
It is almost too easy.
I am a legend around here hence I knew that the invite the man responsible for the borders had extended to me was more for formality. I didn’t need permission to trade here after all.
My shoes resounded against the marble floor as I walked into the office, pretending not to see the people that stood and gawked. Pretending that I didn’t know that the receptionist was transfixed and the personal assistant that showed me into Macauley’s office would have sent me in any way even though my name was not on the iPod she glanced at while she tugged at her hair and gave me very obvious flirtatious glances.
Sometimes, I don’t think I am pretending anymore because most times I don’t even notice their glances. I owned a mirror and have always known I am good-looking. It is funny how that had been one of the things I hated about myself since it reminded me of my sperm donor of a father but there was something dangerous about a man who looked like the devil and was just as sinful.
Let us not even talk about how willing people are to oblige you if you have dimples and good genes. The attention, awe, and the media’s fixation with me wasn’t a deal breaker too because due to their choice of words that depict me as Lucifer on earth, people think twice before crossing me.
“Damon,” an elderly man with grey hair at the edge of his Salt and Pepper hair which he wore with grace stood up as I entered his office and I grinned.
Although he retired from the real dirty works of the Bravta years ago, Macauley Jameson remained on the list of people I find tolerable and that was something because the list was remarkably short.
“Macauley,” I flashed my teeth at him. It wasn’t a grin. I was still upset that he made me come this far to see him.
He wanted to show me his big enough office with its amazing scenic view overlooking the skyline of the city, he wanted me to see that his assistant was bangable and only wore the best designer dresses and his staff weren’t lacking too.
He wanted me to see that he didn’t need my money and I appreciated the subtlety in telling me he will not be intimidated by me but enough of the games, I was a busy man hence I just took my seat wanting to get right into it and not waiting for the courteous bullshit of him offering.
He arched his brow at me but sat down.
“What will you like to drink?” he asked conversationally.
“I’m fine.”
“I have an aged fine scotch that I have been saving for __”
I stared him in the eyes while I crossed my legs, “I want to believe that you didn’t let me come all the way to Binghamton for a drinking buddy.”
“Why is that hard to believe?” I know he was messing around with me for a reaction so I gave him nothing. “You more than anyone know how hard it is to trust anybody when you have been in our line of business.”
“You have a wife to pout and complain to,”
He stared at me for seconds then threw his head back and laugh. The same jolly sound made 10-year-old me find it hard to believe that he had shot a man while discussing scones with me.
“Okay, you lasted longer than I had betted with Grant. Remember Mr. Grant?” I glared at him but that only seemed to encourage whatever games he was playing. “He is my driver and I am 500 bucks poor because I lost a bet to him about you. Want to know what the bet was about?”
“I have work.” I brusquely informed him.
“Of course,” he sighed. “It has been so long since I have spoken to somebody that doesn’t bore me to death and to be fair, you are asking me to let you bring in such a horrendous number of arms to my city so it is only fair that you are down for a little chit-chat right?”
I wanted to remind him that I owned New York now but remembering that nothing comes into this soil if it isn’t approved by him, I decided to keep that to myself.
“You know a lot has changed about the Bravta since we left. Most times I wish that I could step in there and call the shots like old times.” He said wryly with a wistfulness that others will see as an old man merely reminiscing about past days.
But I knew better than to think that this was just a mere comment. The thought that Macauley had invited me to his office more than to prove a point for the first time that day occurred to me.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked and he sure took his sweet time before meeting my gaze, those cunny green eyes of his flickering to the laptop in front of him.
“Heard that most of the men in the Bravta had taken to the trafficking of little children as sex slaves in other countries?”
He was the second in command in the Bravta for more than a decade and hence knew more than anyone that if he was asking for information, he sure as hell won’t be getting any from me.
“I thought you should know more about this than me.” Because I couldn’t resist, I met his gaze. “I thought you own the city.”
He shook his head at me in amusement. “I just wanted to ask you what you think about it.”
I took my time. Of course, even though many people think differently, I was a monster with principles and I drew a hard line with children and women but that was me. I was not big on empathy and it will be hypocritical for me to judge men that have no qualms with doing that kind of business since I am not exactly a saint.
“I am not a trafficker__” I shrugged. “And for those involved in that line of business, I think it is crappy but every man to what they believe in.”
“You are the leader of the Bravta. You rule this city.”
If not for his original comment, I would have given him shit for his latter statement.
“How do you know that? You should know nothing about the Bravta as you are no longer a member.”
He gave me a wry grin and somehow I knew the tables had flipped. What is worst is that I had walked right into this one without knowing and with my head full of shit.
“I want you to get married.”
I stared at him for minutes wanting to believe this was one of his very many bad ideas of a joke but his face remained passive.
Had he just instructed me to get married after mere seconds of informing me that he knew he could end up dead in seconds because of those mere 6 words? I was the Bravta overlord, I hold the key to life and death. If he knows this why was he so keen on digging his own grave?
“I am in charge of the border till I die, Damon, and that was a privilege given to me by the last Bravta,” we all knew that story and that was why I had obliged his request in the first place even though usually it is other people that oblige mine. “And I am sorry but I can’t let you bring in such an amount of ammunition to this country.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Are you scared of losing anything?”
I was as taken aback by his question as I was by his refusal of me.
“No.”
“I thought as much.” He eyed me sadly. “I have two beautiful daughters and Anne my wife. I am scared of losing them, consider them my strength or weakness but until you have something to lose, I can’t trust you enough to think that one day you won’t destroy this very city with those arms.”
“You are refusing a business deal because I am not loved up in a picket fence with a naïve woman on my arm?” I asked in disbelief. “Shouldn’t that be my strength?”
“Yes, it could be. But your indifference and coldness to this extent are frightening. You owe nobody anything, you are scared of nothing.”
“And you think having a wife will fix that, how?”
“It might not but it is a start and I have lots of faith.”
“I don’t know about faith,” I glare at him. “But you have lots of guts saying No to me aware that might cost you your life.”
“Even if you are that kind of man that will take the easy way out, I will die with no regret but you are not. You like a good challenge and I am hoping you won’t disappoint me now.”
JULIA’S POVI stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention murdering someone. Am I about to witness a plot of murder I thought. Chills ran down my spine and my head felt light, my knees wobbled, and my mouth suddenly became dry as I became aware of how stupid I had been to wander around when I was this drunk. I should call someone I thought fumbling for my bag.“Have you ever heard that it is disrespectful to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation,” there was a pause. “And not once but twice, pretty little thing?”My bag dropped. That was the hot stranger’s voice and it was closer than it was seconds ago, so close… because he had covered the distance between us and now, he was talking to me. He had a remote with him and just like that, my cover was gone because he had switched on the light at the threshold of the door where I stood and was now taking me in and being very obvious about it.Fuck me!I looked up slowly taking in his Armani pair of impossibly black shiny shoes, black slacks
JULIA’S POVA four-poster bed covered with Sofia the first bedsheets and matching cover cases, a mortifying amount of Zayn and Harry styles posters that hint at an obsessive phase covering a part of the wall, and the now chipping away paint of purple and pink on the walls were what greeted me when I finally opened my eyes. It had felt like old times, I had felt safe. Skye’s room was the only piece of my childhood that hasn’t been embellished or altered with the years.Not only was her room a reminder of when I was the happiest, but it was easier pretending we were still thirteen in here and ten years of putting ourselves out there, giving up weekends with girls, and canceling meetups at the last minute had not happened between us because we were too busy striving for the things that had once made our faces glow but now causes a crease in-between our brows. The dreams that have always seemed achievable yet so out of reach the more we approach them.I have spent more time in Skye's hous
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JULIA’S POVHis eyes turned dark“What if I want to kiss you? Taste you. Nibble on your lower lip, run my hand under your clothes, take them off perhaps,” he placed his hand on my waist and I sighed. “I might drop hot kisses all over your bare body while I tell you how beautiful you are because it is the truth. You are fucking beautiful, Snow white you should be a crime.”I close my eyes almost like I had no control of my body as his hot breath met my ears. “Perhaps I would slip my hands beneath your panties and find you soaking wet. Turned on and needy for me. I’d finger you until you are begging me to let you come and when you eventually explode all over my hands, I will ask you to sit on my face. I will lick your pussy, till you are crying out, till the pleasure is too much, till you are begging me to never stop yet not knowing what to do with all the wicked sinful things I am making you feel.”My eyes flew open and I found him watching me with a sly smirk.“You’ll like that won’t y
I entered the room at the address Damon had sent me at exactly eight o’clock and a doorman greeted me with a polite smile.The receptionist, a pretty brunette took my invitation card and directed me to a wing of the massive building although I didn’t miss the way she took me in again, with respect in her gaze when she saw my invitation card.An imposing set of marble stairs rises before me, draped in blood red carpet and I carefully walk up them, my ankles wobbly thanks to the black five-inches whisper thin stilettos I don’t know what I was thinking when I had brought them down from my rack of shoes ditching the sensible more balanced heels Damon had sent me.Perhaps I am a masochist and the thought that it will take nothing for me to topple over; just one misstep, one miscalculation and I will be on the floor, my face planted on the ground made me happy in a way.When I reach the top of the stairs, my thought was completely halted by the man waiting for me, his gaze on his watch.Look
DAMON’S POVI still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow.But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.I have always reveled in the attention I receive the minute I enter a room. Entering a room and knowing at the moment every man hated you or wanted to be you because of the woman you had in your arm or the way all the women in the room gravitated towards you, never got old. It has always been amusing watching them gawk at the woman in my arm knowing that she became a sex symbol the minute she walked in with me next to her. They always found her more desirable and were hungry for even the flash of her bare legs but right now, I didn’t care about who was o
JULIA’S POV Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so cocky when Carlene had tried to warn me that strutting in here with a playboy like Damon was a bad idea. With his reputation, some women in here who were glaring so openly at me hated me because he must have gone out with them in the past. Or hated my guts because he didn’t. And being a witness to how he dismisses women and make them shed tears, I don’t even think I will like myself so much if I was in their shoes. “So, you are Damon’s flavor of the month?” one of the women who had a big rock on her finger and is supposed to be happily married to the creepy man who was blatantly checking me out asked while stroking my hair almost fondly. She was lithe and looked so perfect in her strapless black gown, she was almost unreal. “Flavor of the month?” I asked trying to play dumb. “Yeah,” she said conversationally, holding my arm and blocking off any woman who wanted to come close effectively. I looked at the spot where Damon was standing a
JULIA’S POV“I am getting married,” I blurted out.Dad did a spit take of the water Skye had convinced him to drink and mom who was angrily waving her phone in front of me with the image of Damon and me kissing and asking for an explanation took a seat next to me in shock.“It is the truth,’ I said. “Everything in the news is the truth.”To be clear, I didn’t plan on breaking the news of Damon and I’s engagement to them in that manner. I had planned to start with a ballad that highlighted my fictional romantic journey with Damon while my dad sat on his favorite recliner gazing fondly at my mom. But after the kiss, the few journalists who had been allowed to have an exclusive scoop of the party had lunged at us with questions.It had been a mess of clamoring journalists and cameras going off like firecrackers as a few scary-looking men dressed in black suits and a scowl entered the room making a human shield around me and leading me outside where a car with the driver who had brought m