“No, I… it wasn't–”Unable to find the right words he took off sprinting in the opposite direction. Damien watched as he hubbled down the street barely picking up any speed. What an idiot. Would someone who was trying to end you come and pick you up from a police station?He got into the car and turned around pulling up right next to Raymond's trudging figure.“I'm only going to say this once; get in.”Raymond's brain seemed to kick in. He didn't know why but he knew Damien wasn't going to harm him. He crossed over to the passenger side and got into the car. “Where are we going?” he asked.“Somewhere I can knock some sense into your head.”“You can't do that,” Raymond said with a trembling voice. “Oh really?” Damien asked without taking his eyes off the road.“Y–you can't. The police… they'll–”“They'll what? Come to your Rescue? I'm sure they hate your guts at this point. You're not a very likeable person.”“M–my father. He won't–”“Your father sent me,” Damien said. “He's sick of

“Remember, you’re getting me a new Rolls Royce. You, not your father,” Damien said through his rolled-down window right before Angela pulled off, kicking up enough dust to cover Raymond. “You didn’t eat before leaving this morning,” Angela said.“What are you, my babysitter?As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.Angela giggled. “You were saying?”He rolled his eyes but indeed, he was hungry. All the excitement of the day had made him forget it. “Let’s go to Dame’s Court,” he said as if it was a no brainer. “I don’t think I’ve had better food in my life.”Angela was vehemently against the idea. Of course, Dame’s Court had the best food in the country but unfortunately, the one closest to them had Abigail as its manager.Having Damien around Abigail was like tempting a lion with fresh meat at a safari. Neither of those things were advisable. But how could she tell her he couldn’t eat somewhere because she didn’t like the manager?“There’s this place Renee always tells me about. She’s a

“Weren't you too easy on him?” Angela asked with a frown.She greatly admired Damien for keeping his cool in situations like that. She knew wouldn't be able to if she was in his shoes. He had way too much power to be letting people disrespect him.She thoroughly enjoyed the look on Mark's face when his father came over to greet Damien. All his big talk about owning the restaurant but he didn't know Damien actually owned it. “He’s just a kid. Life will teach him a lesson soon enough.”Mark was just another trust fund baby that needed to be knocked down a peg by life. He would get his eventually.As much as she wanted to believe that, she'd been around way too many men like Mark. Rich kids who had parents with endlessly deep pockets and could pay their way out of any trouble that they got themselves into.“He probably won't. He can afford to get out of any lesson life has for him,” she said. “You never know. Look at Raymond. His own father left him in jail for a week.” Damien chuckled

“Arghh. Don, please,” the trembling man pleaded, clutching his casted arm as the Don’s goons dragged him into the bathroom.His eyes flickered around the room, landing on the lifeless body of his cohort.“Oh God,” he whimpered“God can’t save you now. Tell me what I want to know and maybe I’ll let you go,” Don said.“Don Simeon, I tried to stop them. I told them not to tell him your name. They wouldn’t listen. I told them what would happen but they wouldn’t listen. Please, Don. I’m the only one who came back,” the man begged, tears streaming down his face. The pain of his broken arm, although a not-so-distant memory, was nothing compared to being on Don Simeon’s bad side.“Yes, you did. But you failed. I gave you a simple task and you failed. And what did you say happened to your arm?”His eyes lit up. Finally, he had vital information to tell. “It was the woman, Don. She’s pretty as an angel but she is the devil’s spawn. She broke my arm as if she was snapping a twig.”Hope surged i

With the beast of an engine under the Aston’s hood, it didn’t take long for Damien and his passenger to arrive at the location Don Simeon had given him. Much to his surprise, the Ouroboros Society’s compound was on the way. An idea had popped in his head.Garth was clearly smitten with Angela. That plus the fact that a crazy crime boss was going to get his hands on Celladona was more than enough to convince Garth to aid him in getting Angela back.With Garth, no more back up was necessary.“Stay hidden until you get the signal,” Damien said, scanning the secluded warehouse where the exchange was supposed to happen.“What is the signal?” Garth asked.“Trust me, you’ll know.”He got out of the car with the Celladona box in tow. He knew he couldn’t trust a criminals word so he’d changed the box. Thankfully, the overwhelming scent of the flower had permeated deep into the fibers of the box’s material so it wouldn’t be too difficult to fool the man.“Are you out of your mind? You want to