"Divorce papers. Can't you read again or has poverty created another miracle by blinding your eyes?" Celena asked with a snort, giving her husband a look of disdain."What for?" He asked, dropping the papers on the table."To wrap tacos." Ayden replied sarcastically with a laugh.Damon shot him a deadly glare, "if you make another sound from that wretched mouth of yours ever again, I'll use this knife and slice you wide open like thanksgiving turkey."With his venomous warning, everything went static, like a still-shot in a magazine. Ayden tried to protest but his mother held him back. Damon is extremely angry right now and if anyone provokes him more, he'll do as he'd threatened.Ms. Carney knew that behind that calm and composed man is a savage beast that destroys without mercy when pushed to the limits, she'd seen that beast once but never again. She just wants Damon to grant the divorce without any drama and she won't risk anything that would turn the angry looking Damon into a D
"And what's that?" He asked, giving him a blank expression."Just sign the divorce papers and I'll get you a job in any company of your choice." He replied with a serious note.Damon let out a deep throaty chuckle. Never expect an easy condition from anyone; especially a rich spoiled brat. He's not going to divorce his wife no matter what anyone says, he loves Celena and he'd prove himself worthy of her love."The offer is really tempting but I'm not interested and I never will and if you don't stay off this issue, I'll create problems for you tonight itself." He muttered the reply giving him a venomous look.Ayden immediately went quiet looking at Damon with nothing but disdain in his eyes. He knew Damon could destroy him with the evidence he has against him so it's best to save his ass and stay clear of the couple's issue but he'll get that evidence from him and that day would be the end of him.Damon glanced at everyone before heading upstairs, tears running down his eyes. He'd not
A deep sigh escaped Damon's mouth as he neared the seaport that would take him to his destination.Destination?In a true sense, he has no destination in mind because he'd live most of his life in this country. He doesn't know where the ship would take him but all he knows is that he needs to leave this country that has caused him nothing but pangs of pains and sorrows.He has only a few dollars with him which he doubts would suffice him for a week wherever he'll be going.The ship he's traveling in is operating illegally; it is used by underground Dons to ship their drugs and weapons from one country to another, due to some connection he has, he was able to arrange for his transportation on such a short notice. At desperate times, even what is termed illegal becomes legal.After his identification, he was allowed inside the ship and immediately he entered an eerie feeling clouding his senses resulting in his guts tightening and getting alerted.He was given a dimly lit room that sten
"Don't go mummy, please don't leave me...I'm scared." A little child cried when his mom was taking gradual steps away from him."I won't stay long Damon, I promise...I'll be back for you. Just stay here and don't go anywhere." The woman assured the scared child who was beginning to cry loudly waking his little sister strapped on his mother's back."Here. Have this..." She murmured gently, removing a huge pendant from her neck and wearing it for the child who looks amused by the new gift."This would keep you safe, never lost or allow anyone to snatch it away from you. Just stay here while I go find some food for us okay?" The woman mused to him, tears escaping her eyes which she quickly wiped away.She moved away swiftly while the little child was engrossed in the new gift, by the time the child realized his mother was gone, a loud cry escaped his mouth."Mommy!!!" He called into the night.Damon's eyes flew open and he began to breathe heavily. He looked towards his right and left bu
"Mummy?" The voice of a crying child called looking into the darkness, there was no one in sight, as he looked on and on, all he could see was pitch darkness.‘Don't be afraid of the dark, embrace it.’ A voice hummed in his young mind and more tears fell off his eyes, his little fingers clutching a silver pendant hanging around his neck. He began to move slowly, steadily but his sluggish steps also depict fear, the fear of abandonment. His mother is nowhere to be found, has she truly abandoned him? His small legs connected with a stone, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, a sharp thorny object piercing deep into his left arm and he let out a shrill childish mewl filled with pain and sorrowful moans. He waited for his mom or dad to come running towards him, to pick him up and pacify him but when nothing came forth, he stood and sat on his butt, pulling the sharp object that was stuck deep in his arm with tears cascading freely from his eyes. "Mom?" He called, his tiny voice rasp
The general looked at Damon with a confused expression on his face, the young man appeared to be in a daze, he was murmuring to himself, his eyes glued to the pendant he was holding. "My name is Damon... Yes, my name is Damon." He said a bit louder, his eyes darting from the scar on his left arm to the pendant he was holding.The woman in his dream had called him Damon and given him the pendant promising to be back for him but she didn't, then the scar... It can't be a coincidence, it just can't be. "Your name is Damon, right?" The doctor inquired and Damon's head turned towards his direction."Yes. My name is Damon, I guess." He mumbled the reply."Is your name Damon or not?" The general asked, apparently frustrated by the uncertainty of the man. Damon frowned his face, eyes consolidating on the impatient-looking man, "I'm not sure, sir but I'll take the name." He replied, wondering why the man was so impatient with him.The general let out a grunt of frustration and turned toward
“What do you want?” Damon's husky voice demanded, but no answer came from him, and it only made him angry.He could barely lift his body weight, and now he's been attacked by some unknown man. He had no slightest idea about what was going on, all his body was etched with confusion. “Stand up!” The intruder ordered snappily, the urgency in his voice irked Damon. He has no idea who the man was or what he wants, but he despises the way he ordered him. “I don't think that is possible, I'm just recovering from a coma and my body is still weak from being dormant for several months.” He replied casually, not giving a care in the world what the man with the gun would do to him if he failed to comply with his orders. Heavy angry footsteps began to thud on the floor and Damon braced himself for the worst to happen. He hates being ordered around, and within a few hours of waking up from unconsciousness, he could tell what he likes and what he doesn't. The intruder punched him hard in the fac
Damon's cheek burnt due to the intensity of the slap he was given, he had no idea what the general was talking about. Did he expect him to hug and kiss the man who wanted to kill him? He hadn't intended to kill him, everything he did was purely based on self-defense and survival instincts. “Bloody bastard!” The general spat angrily.A few men came and saw the scene in front of them, the general turned to look at them, his eyes blazing with anger.“What's the meaning of this? Who sent Larry into this room?” He asked, but none of the men could answer.“Get rid of the body now and let this be the last time this silly prank should be played in my base. For your punishments, two hundred push-ups in the training ground now!” He ordered, and one of the men immediately picked up Larry's body.Damon noticed the hateful glare they all gave him before they left the room. He had so many questions to ask, but there was no one to ask. Most of his body weight was relaxed on the wall, and he was