Todos os capítulos de You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The Mercedes pulled a stop at the hospital driveway. Damon barely waited for the car to stop before he threw the door open and jumped out, Lewis and two other guards following at a jog. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance. St. Mary’s Hospital rose pale and modern in the midmorning light, Damon had lost count the number of times he's had to come to this same hospital over the years. It didn't hold good memories for him but here he was again, running in to check yet another loved one. Inside, the air smelled of antiseptic and coffee. Nurses glanced up as the group swept through the automatic doors. Damon moved with long, hard strides, every nerve on fire. He had been replaying Jack’s words the entire drive…. How well do you think you can protect her?! And now the echo was like a spike in his skull. At the reception desk a young nurse started to ask for identification, but Lewis stepped forward and produced Damon’s card. “Naomi Sinclair,” Damon said tightly. “Which room?” “S

It was lunch break and everyone was excited to head to the cafeteria. Today's meal on the roaster was something everyone looked forward to.She should have joined the rest of the team but she needed to use the bathroom. Naomi hurried towards the bathroom on their floor, trying to hide just how pressed she was while working rather quickly. She has always had a terrible bladder and she knew damned well that holding it longer than necessary would only be detrimental. She found an empty cubicle and did her business and sighed in relief. Now she can head for the cafeteria to join the rest of her team. By the time she made it out of the restroom, the entire floor was empty. She strode towards the elevator,she needed to join the rest of her team at the cafeteria too. She pulled a stop at the caution sign right in front of the elevator. It wasn't working.Just great! Her only option was the stairs. She made her way towards the stairs and it was completely dark. The lights went off sudden

The corridor outside Naomi’s ward smelled of antiseptic and floor polish. Damon stood with his back to the wall, phone pressed tight to his ear, eyes on the window at the end of the hall.Patrick’s voice hissed through the speaker, low and urgent. “We found the man who tampered with the cameras. He’s trying to get out of town. I’ve already sent men after him. He won’t make it to the airport.”Damon’s jaw tightened. “Bring him in alive.”“We will try our best sir.” Patrick said. He had seen a fair share of situations like this and it's almost impossible to catch men who have everything to lose alive. “You will,” Damon said, an edge in his tone. “I want a name out of his mouth before he stops breathing.”Patrick didn’t argue. The line went dead. Damon lowered the phone and stared at the screen for a beat, his reflection ghosting across it. The rage under his skin was a living thing, clawing to get out.He turned toward Naomi’s room just as a hand clamped down on his shoulder.Damon sp

The steady sound of water pouring down into a disposable cup filled the hallway with Soonie standing right in front of it, eyes distant.She wasn't thirsty, she just wanted to get away from Damon before she dug his eyes out herself. The room had steeped in hush after Naomi drifted into sleep. The rhythm of the heart monitor was the only sound either of them could hear. Beyond the blinds, the garden lamps burned against the night.Damon hadn’t moved from his post at the window. One hand was braced against the sill, the other resting loosely in his pocket but his gaze stayed on the reflection, the faint outline of Naomi’s sleeping form.And not far from it is the shadow of Soonie hunched in the chair across from her bed.It had been like this for nearly an hour. Silence was starting to get uncomfortable but it was better than having a conversation with each other.Soonie’s eyes were also on Naomi and on Damon. Her arms were folded, her foot tapping against the tiled floors in angry bur

The mood in the office had shifted drastically in the last few days. It was like the entire building was holding its breath.Didi sighed for the hundredth time that morning, eyes fixed on her phone screen like she was patiently waiting for a call. Or a text. Around her, telecoms rang, keyboards clicked, and people moved through the day with the sort of silence suitable for a place of mourning. Every conversation became explicitly clear to avoid complication but there was one subject nobody could avoid: Naomi had been pushed down the stairs, and the company was a different place now.Didi shifted in her seat, the glow of the monitor tinting her face. Her hands hovered over the keyboard, embarrassment making her hesitate on a half-typed email.Is she even alive? Didi wondered. She pushed back from the desk and turned to the small knot of people clustered nearby.“Has anyone heard from Ms Naomi?” she asked, voice too loud in the quiet.The question dropped like a stone. Rose looked u