Leona

Damon strode into the guest room—not bothering to knock. He had to make this meeting before leaving, and as he arranged his cuff, he felt the gun hidden in his suit pants. Most times, protection was needed when it came to Derinem.

He knew if it weren't for their father, one of them would have already been dead; they were like two negative currents that shouldn't get close.

He found Derinem cleaning a pistol with a small white cloth. Derinem looked at him, then back to cleaning the gun in his hand while facing the window.

"Your pleasures didn't change, brother. Father should be happy in his grave; thought you might have gotten bored after finding another hobby in stalking Maya."

"Neither did yours," Derinem replied without turning. "What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you that question, but then because Father made us promise to accommodate each other whenever the want arose, that's the reason I'm not kicking you out."

Indeed, that was the last wish of their father before he d