Traitor

Pulling back from her, he hoisted her up and placed her on his shoulder. His presence here was no longer needed, he didn't host the charity gala, so he didn't need to be here.

Amara barely had time to react before she realized she was being carried on Damien's shoulders. Snapping back to reality, Amara hit him with her hands, demanding to be let go.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Amara muttered, yelling, she hoped she could free herself from his hold.

Damien paid deaf ears to her words,climbing down the stairs regardless of her protests, and continued walking, going towards the secret exit to avoid drawing attention to himself.

"Someone help me! Let me go!" Amara screamed once again, hoping someone would see them leaving and save her.

But who was she kidding? No one could stop the Mafia boss from taking whoever he liked, he was the boss for a reason. But she still had to try her luck, she knew she had to.

"You'd better stop yelling or you'll get yourself spanked and punished for acting like a spoiled brat." Damien remarked, his eyes clouded with a tinge of desire. He was annoyed at her screams which was beginning to cause him a headache.

Her ass was directly in his face and if she kept moving constantly, then he would have no choice but to punish her just to stop her from doing so.

Amara clammed her mouth shut instantly, she didn't want him touching her or even laying his fingers on her ass. He was a bully, a big bad bully.

This was all her fault, she should never have come here, she should have stayed back at the apartment and waited for the perfect time to do anything. She should have done that and not rush into the lion's den.

God Amara! Why were you so stubborn? Amara asked herself, the tears stinging her eyes falling from it, unable to hold it any longer.

Was this how she was going to find her father and prove his innocence? If she was captured, then how would she prove his innocence to the world?

Damien noticed Amara's sudden silence and the dampness on his shirt, he stared at her for a bit before ignoring her completely. She would come to terms with whatever he was doing to her, sooner or later.

Outside the hall, Kelvin was standing with the chauffeur, who already had the car parked out, he watched with surprise as his boss came out with a girl hanging on his shoulders.

"Boss?..." Kelvin muttered, standing straight. His eyes shifted towards the girl on the boss's shoulders and he was met with a surprise.

"She... Isn't she?" Kelvin muttered, unable to complete his words, he was surprised. The same person he had been trying to catch and hand over to his boss for months, was right here.

She was right on the boss's shoulders. How could he be so incompetent not to have noticed she was in Manhattan?

Damien glared at Kelvin, wondering why he was busy blocking his way. Kelvin realized and quickly moved to the side, he could not help but chastise himself for being incompetent and a fool.

Amara equally glared at Kelvin, she glared at everyone standing there, they could not save her. They all could not help her and the foolish looking one, was the one who had been after her for months.

"Get down." Damien whispered, pulling her down from his shoulders.

Opening the car door himself, Damien placed an angry Amara down from his shoulders, he let her into the car, climbed in after her and shut the door. If Kelvin was not ready to move, then he could come back home with the others.  

Kelvin quickly got into the car, realizing the boss would leave him behind, if he didn't assemble himself soon.

The car zoned off into the darkness, leaving behind the dust from the car. Everyone of Damien's guards followed after him as well, it was an hour's drive down to Brooklyn.

From the corner of the empty street, Draven stepped out of the shadows with his assistant. A stick of cigarette in his mouth, he stared at the car zoning off with intensity.

The mischievous look in his eyes was long gone and it was replaced with something indescribable, unfathomable by anyone.

"So that was what he was up to?" His assistant muttered beside him.

"Who is she?" Draven asked, curious about the woman who could pull the ruthless and profit driven Don from an important meeting, such as theirs.

"I have no idea Boss. But from what I heard, the Don had been trying to sniff out the daughter of the former Don's right hand man. The man who was said to have almost brought destruction to the empire." The assistant replied, relying on a piece of information he eaves dropped on.

"I have no idea why he could possibly want the daughter of a traitor. Do you have any idea why Boss?" The assistant asked, glancing at his quiet boss.

Draven's mischievous smile appeared on his face once again, the serious look wiped from his eyes. Ofcourse, he knew.

Who didn't know? All the heads of various organizations knew why, they knew why the Don was desperately after the fallen heiress.

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason."

"You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness.

"I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.