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He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table as if he was about to say something important. "I don't understand," she asked, frowning. "May I know who you are?" Maryam narrowed her eyes at him, getting a bit impatient. She knew that Cornelia would be sad but for her to break down like that was surprising for her and she didn't know how to handle it. "My name is Damian. Damian Wilson." He smiled at her tightly as if giving her some kind of sign that she didn't recognize. She turned back to the weeping Cornelia in her hands and spoke.

I could barely hear her but I knew what I heard. Di Angelo. Shit. She really was related to Sol. “What about you? What’s your name?” Her sultry voice was soft and sounded kind. She was patting Ollie’s head who still wanted her attention. I couldn’t help but deepened my frown. “Damian.” “You have a cool name, little man.” My brother’s face beamed. “Really?” She nodded, smiling. “It reminds me of a certain superhero’s son’s name.” “You mean batman?” His grin was from ear to ear.

Damien said, settling in beside her and ignoring how her thigh pressed close to his and the heat that seeped through his pants from the contact. He stared at her profile and couldn't help himself as he tucked away the lock of hair that blocked the view behind her ear. Luna spared him, she was stunning. His mate was the most beautiful woman he'd seen. She didn't know it. Not with the way her long dark lashes lowered and a shy smile bloomed on her lips as he stared and stared at her. "You're staring, Damien ." Luna. The way his name rolled off her tongue...he found himself swallowing and if Ariel heard it, she didn't let on.

She did. Damien stared into space then sighed. “That’s nice. You have a friend to trust with such secrets. Soon I’d introduce you to my friend who I trust with my secrets too. He’s Ken.” “Pen?” Arya asked. Damien smiled. Was she paying back for messing up her friend’s name? “Actually, you can call him anything. At my house, we barely use our names. Like Connor, junior, Selena, princess and me, as Sir. Call Ken whatever you want as long as he accepts it. I’d really like you guys to get along.”

Susan said to me. "Yes ma'am. Just want to be one with nature," I laughed. "Oh well, that's the way to do it," she laughed. "Well, it was nice meeting y'all." They walked back to their camper. "Y'all too." Damian waved. When they were back at their camper I walked over to Damian. He was getting the grill started and putting the chicken on. "So, Matt huh?" "Yep." "And how did you come up with my name?" "It's on the passport in your bag."

“I grew up in the town where Alex lives. I moved away for a bit, but after my grandfather passed away, I returned home.” Wayne slowly nodded. “I see. Alex said you two met on a farm?” “My grandfather’s farm,” he answered. “Well, I guess mine. Like yours, mine was a family inheritance.” “Ah, I see. Geraldine, you say?” “Yes,” I answered for Damion, who had just taken a large bite of rib. “I knew a few guys from that area,” Wayne said. “What was your grandfather’s name?” “Oliver Whittle,” Damion answered.

I kept my fingers poised and raised and I begin to type his name slowly and with determination. DAMIEN BOYCE. When I pressed enter, i hadn't been sure exactly what i was really expecting, but the barrage of photographs, press articles, websites, profiles, and not to mention, a goddamn Forbes cover, was all kinds of overwhelming. His full name "DAMIEN CAMERON BOYCE ROMANO". my eyes couldn't comprehend what am presently seeing I raised my hand to cover my mouth as it opened in shock, and then i leaned in closer with wide eyes.

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

“Leave him out of this.” “Liana,” his voice softens as his eyes meet mine. “Your son is safe. On that, I give ye my word.” I pull Mattew into my side, wanting so badly to believe it’s true but Damian can see my doubt isn’t going anywhere, and he takes matters into his own hands, kneeling down so he’s face to face with my baby. “Hello there, how are you” He ruffles Mattew hair with his big hand. “My name is Damian, what’s yours?”

“That’s the codename they gave you?” “It’s not a codename,” he grumbles sheepishly. “That’s what I am.” “You’re not making any sense.” He shakes his head. “I’ve already said too much.” “Just tell me your name. I can’t very well call out for the Bastard every time I need something. That’s just plain rude.” The man regards me carefully. He doesn’t have the same ferocity as the rest of them. He isn’t as abrasive as the Boss, as cold as One-Eye, as hot-headed as Fists, or as sly as the Closer. The best chance I have of surviving this situation is building a rapport with one of my captors, and I’m pretty sure the Bastard is my best bet. “Damien,” he answers finally. “My name is Damien.”