DAMON Though we were roughly the same height, I felt intimidated by the man in front of me. His eyes which were beautiful to behold held a hint of danger in them. His voice, which asked me a question I was yet to process, made sweat quickly form over my palms. Hearing Selena refer to him as her father made it even worse. Standing in front of me was the man that was once called The Devil of Población. Before The Dangerous Dame came to light, The Devil ruled Población without mercy. His rule allowed for many forms of illicit acts. The Devil of Población successfully controlled the Government which mostly did his bidding and neglected their duties. He was on the throne when my father got away with maltreating my mother. So, coupled with the fear within me was slight anger toward the former leader of the Damish Gang. I had no idea I was returning his glare until I felt a tight grip on my chin. The older Danniman dug his fingers into my jaw so much that I could feel slight pain in t

DAMON “If anything,” the man called Grayson continued with his gloated talk despite the look of disbelief that rested on my face, “in whatever you do in this life, you must make sure you get laid as often as possible. Enjoy the touch of women as much as you can, my dear boy!” My back arched slightly as he slapped my shoulder, delight on his face. “Women are created for our pleasure.” As I watched his lips capture the morsel of food he brought to his mouth, the disgust within me appeared on my face. Why would anyone have such a view about women? Grayson sounded happy to say that women are his playthings. He didn’t even regard Selena’s presence at the table. She is a woman after all. Without turning, I tried to decipher Selena’s reaction to Grayson’s ridiculous words. She sat very still and all that came from her side was the clanking sound of cutlery meeting the hard surface of a plate. “Mr. Grayson…” I had no intention to let him get away with his reckless view of women. “I have t

DAMON "Ah, finally!" Basiton exclaimed as the prison doors slid open. Selena gestured to the men who guarded the doors, asking them to leave after locking the door from outside. While I saw no sense in that, I said nothing and followed her loud footsteps as she walked into the room with the cemented floor. Contrary to what my imagination thought, the prison wasn't old and moldy. Neither were the beds rusty and disgusting. And no, there was no bucket in the corner filled with the remains of the men's bowel movements. The room I stepped into might be a prison, but it was pretty cool. Though its walls were slowly losing their colours, the separate beds which were attached to the walls and adjacent to each other were in great shape. The mattresses looked bouncy enough as well. The air in the room was just like the one outside that vicinity. It didn't reek of dangerous emissions. Who would have thought that The Damish Gang would have such friendly facilities for their prisoners? "

DAMON A small groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open with difficulty. As I tried to adjust my sight to the unusual brightness around me, I felt certain constrictions in my back and around my legs. Then, I remembered the sharp pains I felt when I got an unexpected hit on my body. Seeing how I failed to recall definitive things about that night, I fought to open my reluctant eyes and when my sight finally landed on the tube-like bulb attached to the ceiling, a peculiar smell hit my nose. Without needing anyone to tell me, I could decipher that I was in a hospital, seemingly glued to a bed, unable to move properly. My ears ticked as I strained them to catch a word or two that would help me figure more things out. The faint breathing sound that reached me suggested that someone was seated beside me. As my mind reminded me of the events of that dreadful night, I recalled having a phone conversation with Selena, so I had the crazy thought she was the one seated by my hospital b

DAMON “How was that?” Selena was all smiles as her staggering feet tried to find balance. She had just sung a song I have never heard before and while she performed, I found the moment more and more amusing. Her hat falling off at a point made it more fun to watch. “What…?” Alejandro’s husky voice filled the hall as Selena turned off the microphone and left it in the hands of Lucius who had walked away from the drum set which he played with a serious look on his face. “What was that?" Selena chuckled as she walked past me and got off the stage. “You should be grateful, Alejandro. You just got a lovely gift from me and you are about to get another one.”I got up as well and walked to the middle of the hall where Alejandro was positioned. “You are yet to give a reply to my question,” Alejandro sounded tough, the folds on his neck stretching as he managed to sit up. “Who are you?” I don’t know how… but, as Selena’s noisy footsteps approached the man, I could sense her dangerous side