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"What do you want, D, I'm heading out." "Right, right." A pause then he said. "So I'm going to need you to explain something to me." "I'll try my best." "Leon." I stopped chewing, waiting for him to speak. "The pastor's kid," Damian added, helpfully, as if I needed the clarification. "I've seen him around you.” “Oh really?” I'd thought he wanted to talk about maybe a girl I'd fucked. “What about it?” “He was walking with you between blocks, whatever. I don't get it."

Although Levi was so stunned and now convinced that Daisy indeed had kids, he said to Lucius, “And so what? I could still make her mine even though she has your kids” “You-!”. Lucius couldn't stand Levi, so he punched him again, but this time around, even harder. Levi fell on the floor with a bruised mouth. Damien had seen enough, so he glared at both Levi and Lucius while saying to them, “You two are delusional and sick in the heads. I pity the ladies who dare fall in love with you two”. “Don't you two dare try to approach Daisy in the future— Before you actually hurt her for real again. And I won't stand anyone who dares to hurt her, no matter even though you're a relative of mine”. Damien

“Miss, chill, it’s just me.” Leah took a step back. “Not funny.” He chuckled but the smile disappeared when he noticed that Leah’s expression showed that she didn’t take his little joke all too well. “Sorry, are you okay?” “I like to think I am.” She muttered slowly. “What do you mean?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. “Uh it’s nothing.” “Come on, talk to me.” She looked at him. Damian was unpredictable, sometimes a clown, sometimes unnerved and perceptive. She never knew which version to get and she was unsure of whether to trust him but he’s the only one to ever stand up for her in the house so she decided to give it a shot.

But this was something he had to do, he was finally playing a reasonable role in this game, and needed to prove himself. Getting into his car, Damian drove straight to the location that Leonard had texted him. It would take him roughly twenty minutes to get there from where he was currently, and he genuinely hoped that it wasn't too late but the time he got there. Just to make sure that he wasn't completely playing a losing game, Damian took the bold step of involving the police. He wasn't the type of person who actively involved the authorities in his problems, but he had good reasons for this one. If things turned out the way they were in his head, then there might be no need for the court

After dinner, I went back up to my room, turned on the TV and looked for something to watch on Netflix. I laid on the couch and watched the new season of Lucifer. Finally, around midnight I get a text from Damian. Damian: Hey baby girl. Sorry I didn't text you sooner, been crazy busy today. You're probably sleeping by now, but I still wanted to tell you goodnight. Me: It's ok. I'm still awake watching Lucifer. How was your day? Damian: My day was good. I had a damn good training. Me: That's awesome. Oh, so I talked to dad about going to Miami, he said he would talk to Jax about putting together a team.

“Tell me where Leonard is now, or you won't get out of this place alive.” Tedy just chuckled, although his face showed pain. “Did you really think I would talk? I'd rather die than betray Leonard.” Damian stepped forward, giving Tedy a deadly glare. “Then I'll make sure you get what you want,” he said coldly. He pulled a chair in front of Tedy and sat down, displaying an eerie calmness. “You know, Tedy,” Damian began to speak in a low voice, ”I don't like violence. But if it's the only way to get answers from you, I won't hesitate.”

Just see to it that everything at the office runs smoothly today] I instructed. [Okay, boss] [Lewis…] I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. [Yes, boss] [Thanks for everything] In that instant, I turned to Damien, who was staring at the floor, his jaw clenched tight. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes still pinned to the floor. “Lewis confirmed they were just random hoodlums,” I said, my voice heavy with disappointment. “Sh*t!” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How’s that even possible?”

“It’s just us. No paparazzi, no drama. Damian swore, didn’t he?” My eyes flick across the room. Damian is standing near the bar, phone in hand, suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up like he’s hosting a board meeting instead of a baby shower. He looks up just then, as if sensing my gaze, and our eyes meet. Sharp. Searching. Almost like he’s daring me to doubt his control. I look away too quickly. “Yeah,” I say softly. “He swore.” But swearing doesn’t erase headlines. It doesn’t erase Adrian.

Eric Damian, for a moment, was lost in some thoughts known to him alone. “Well, I am a Liberian, so I guess books are part of life so to speak,” Vivian said with a funny light laugh and Damian offered the slightest of smiles as he returned back to the stool to sit. However he stood back up from where he sat, rather in a haste, as if he just remembered he had something cooking on the stove and needed to check it urgently. He walked straight towards Vivian, who took some steps backwards, wondering what he wanted to do. Damian's face was stern and serious, showing that he was not joking around and meant business.

Damien opened his cellphone and showed Leah some photos. Leah looked at pictures of herself with Adrian and Damien in several different spots. She looked very cheerful at that time. "Sorry Damien, I had an accident some time ago and lost some of my memories, some memories did come back, but others didn't," said Leah, not wanting the person in front of her to feel forgotten.