Chapter Nine

Eric POV

“What the hell?” I muttered as my eyes met the cold vacant eyes.

“Thomson?” I asked in disbelief. My eyes moved from Damien who shrugged at me back to him.

“Thomson?” I asked again. “I saw him this morning. He greeted me. Why..why would you try to threaten me?” I asked.

“Threaten you? Baby, he did not come there for Mike. He planned to lure you and kill you. That is what he would have done” he said.

I stared at him, my mouth slightly opened.

“But why? I have never done anything to him. I even attended his marriage and allowed him to use my cars and all. He..” I heaved a sigh.

“It does not make any sense,” I added.

“Someone was using him. Someone close to you. Someone that can make him defile his oath to serve you.” He said and pulled out a phone from his back pocket.

He handed the phone to me. “That is his phone,” he said.

“If you go through his call logs you would find out that he has been receiving calls from a particular person for the last three days. I can say that the person brought the phone specially for him that is why it only has one number and that is the person's number” Damien informed me.

I rushed to his call logs and as truly, the call logs were filled with just one number.

“Does the number look familiar?” He asked.

I shook my head “No..no. I don't usually take note of numbers before” I said.

He shook his head “You should learn to take everything Eric, you are going to be the king and you can't trust anyone not even your mother”

I shrugged “Well, I never trusted her to begin with but I doubt she would be the one doing this. She sees me as her only shot and would not want to harm me”

Damon smiled, shaking his head slightly. “You are too trusting of Eric,” he said.

Before I could ask him what he meant by that. He said “Check the gallery. It has over three hundred videos of you meeting Mike. At the restaurant, him follows you to play ball. I think that is every time you met inEloridaa”

I rushed to the gallery. I played each video one by one and all of them contained my and Mike's photo. Not even one contained Thompson's photo.

“Do you see how far they have been keeping track of you? Since the last three months,” he said.

I nodded “Yes. It's true”

“Good,” he said and cleared his throat “No did I know you last three months? Have we ever met?” He asked me.

I shook my head “No”

“Did you know a mafia Don like me existed?” He asked.

I shook my head “No”

“Good. I hope this shows you that I have nothing to do with the attack. That I would never want to do anything that would hurt you?” He asked in a low voice.

My heart softened immediately. I have been so blinded by all my suspicion that I didn't even stop to think about the fact that he might not be the one.

“I'm sorry” I apologized. “I was just so bent on finding out who did this to him and...

“ And you thought I was the one?” He asked, his voice filled with pain.

“You are a mafia Don” I whispered. “you kill people for a living”

“Yes, I do. I enjoy killing just the same way you enjoy sipping coffee and eating cheesecake. I enjoy every bit of killing people, being the god that decides if this person lives or dies. I enjoy it but maybe you have never heard but we don't hurt our own. We would never hurt the people we care about” he said in a low voice.

I closed my eyes for a while, guilt rushing within me. “Exactly my point. You might not want to hurt me but you would hurt mike. YouMikee mike. Don't you?” I asked.

“Yes. I do. He is the reason why you almost walked out on me on our first night. He is the reason you walked out of me at dinner this morning. He is the reason for the chaos in our lives”

“No!” I snapped taking two steps from him. “He is not the reason. You are the reason. He did not happen to me, but you happened to me, Damien. You are the chaos here. My life was fucking perfect till you came and ruined it”

He remained silent for a while. Pain stood in his eyes as he stared at me.

“How?” He asked.

“How am I the chaos here I can bet my life that Mike has never made you feel the way I did. He did not make you find it so damn hard to focus on anything when he is around.

He did not make you drop with so much desire that you would fuck him anywhere if he let you. He did not make you beg to let you cum.

You don't fill the desires in your vein with him. Mike is not your lover. Mike is just a friend who you happen to be fucking” he spat out.

That hit me more than I expected.

Mike made me feel like it was just some casual fuck. Yes, he sees me, he understands my pain and anything I tell him but he did not make me burn with so much desire.

He did not make me feel even one percent of what I felt for Damien.

But.. He sees me. He is the only one who has cared about me. He is the only one who understands me. Who sees me?

And to see someone who understands me is the hardest thing ever. My brother did not understand me.

I raised my head and looked at Damien.

“He sees me. He understands whatever I tell him”

He smiled, “Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked.

“Yes”

“You were sitting by the table at the end of the bar. The far end looking down, looking broken, your hands were beating against your glass as you took one gulp and another.

Your eyes were focused on two places alone that night. The door and the bbarmaneyes”

A strange warmth gathered in my chest. The fact that he could remember such a brief experience.

“I stood at the other side watching you, taking note of your every moment”

“I saw you, Eric. I saw through the introverted heartbroken boy who was scared of even showing the world who he truly was”

“When I approached you, it was not to ask you to sleep with me or fuck me. I never mistook you for a prostitute.

I know how male prostitutes dress, how they look and I also know how a broken soul looks.

How vacant their eyes are” he said and paused to see his effect on me.

“And for some goddamn reason. I wanted to smooth those wounds. That was why I told you the first beautiful things I noticed about you.

That you were beautiful and more beautiful when you blushed and even though you have not told me, I have seen how frightened you are sometimes when your mum is around” he said and pulled out a key for me.

“I see you,u Eric. Mike can't see you this way. He does not read you without you saying a word.

But since you want him I will keep him alive. That does not mean that I would not seduce you into my bed the next time we meet” he said and gave me the key.

“That is the key to Mike's room. He is safe here. You can spend time with him and return when you are done” he said and placed a peck on my forehead before walking towards his car and driving away.

I stood there, in the middle of nowhere staring at his car as it disappeared into the dark.

His words echoed around me “I see you, Eric”

I blinked severely and cleaned the tears that were rolling down my eyes.

The fact that he could read me. That he had said the right words to me when we first met. Showed how true his words are.

I did not need to tell him that I was angry or angry. He just knew.

It was as if our souls were communicating without words.

And at that moment. Something changed how I saw him and that feeling also changed the trajectory of my relationship with Mike.

I walked back to the room and met Mike. I stared at him with a plastered smile.

“He has gone. He left the room for us” I said.

He nodded and tapped the side of the bed. I opened my mouth to say no but kept quiet.

I walked towards his bedside and laid beside him, his head on my chest as he cuddled me but my mind remained with Damien.

My thoughts were filled with Damien.