Chapter 12

"What the hell is a street urchin like you doing in a place like this? Are you here to steal?" Alison shrieked.

At the sight of Damien. Andy began to lose his temper. This was the bastard who dared put hands on his father, despite everything they did for him. Worse yet, there was a beautiful woman with Damien so he had to keep his composure. How could this useless fool get with a woman like that anyway?

"Is what you've resorted to? Trying to impress a woman with your ex-wife's money? Don't you have any pride as a man?" Andy asked.

Alison's head snapped to Andy and a growing smile formed on her face. "Oh really. Courtney told me he didn't take the money."

"Of course she did." Andy said. "She was trying to hide his shame. Now here he is with another woman, trying to live lavishly. That is the only explanation for all this."

"Wow. What a shameless man." Alison said, shaking her head. "I should collect every penny she gave you because you don't deserve anything." Her eyes went over to Angela. "And this one is probably an escort that he hired. You will never find another woman like Courtney again. I don't know what she ever saw in you in the first place."

"Right. What are the both of you doing here together?" Damein asked.

He'd heard that Courtney's new man was Andy, yet here Andy was with Courtney's cousin. And caught Courtney in bed with Andy's father. It was all such a mess he wanted no part of.

"That's not your business."Andy challenged. "And you," he said to Angela. "I don't know what lies he's told you but trust me, he doesn't deserve a woman like you. All the money he had been spending on you, he got from divorcing his ex wife. Don't let him deceive you any longer."

"Money?" Angela said, furrowing her brows into a frown. "I've technically been paying him to spend time with me."

Damien chuckled and lead Angela away leaving Andy and Alison with their mouths wide open.

They went on with their shopping, not caring about the two gawking at them at every turn.

"They have some great suits on the rack," Angela said. "But it's best to have yours tailored."

Damien nodded thoughtfully. "I'll pick some suits and have them tailored then."

"There! There he is."

All head turned to find Alison pointing at Damien and Angela with a crazed look on her face.

"That's the thief," she shrieked. "Get him out of here now!"

Damien sighed. Of all of Courtney's family members, Alison was the one who hated him the most. He didn't want to deal her but he wasn't surprised she would pull a stunt like this.

The store clerk, a young woman who looked like she didn't want to be there, squared her shoulders as she approached him.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask to show your ID you to leave," she said matter-of-factly.

Damien smirked. He was used to being treated like an outcast so it didn't hurt him one bit. He reached into his pocket to take out his ID but Angela stopped him.

"Why is that?" Angela asked, stepping in between her and Damien.

The clerk glanced back at Alison, who stood with her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face, and back up to Angela who towered over her by a head.

"I… she said he stole something from her," she said.

"What did he steal?" Angela asked.

The clerk looked stumped. She glanced back at Alison again and this time, she got an answer.

"He's a fraud. I know him very well. He can't afford the cheapest thing here. He will steal from you, I guarantee you that," she spat. "See how he's dressed. Do you think someone like that can afford to shop here?"

The clerk looked back to them with righteous indignation on her face. "I'm refusing you service. Leave now or I'll call security."

Seeing the crowd forming around them, Angela tried to maintain her composure but her patience for the buffoon clerk and nosy Alison was wearing very thin.

"Are you saying anyone can walk in here to make baseless accusations?" she asked the clerk. "Is that how you run your store? Get your manager out here now."

"Miss, that won't be necessary. I'm refusing you service. Get out or I'll call security," the clerk replied.

"My boyfriend is outside calling the police as we speak. Don't worry, if they don't leave, they'll get arrested," Alison practically sang.

Andy came back in as if on cue.

"Did you call the police already?" Alison asked.

"No. I called my dad. We have a surprise for this bastard. You hear that Damien? You think you could lay hands on my dad without any repercussion? When were done with you, you'll wish you were dead." A sinister smile formed on his face.

Damien remembered all his grandfather told him about Saul; a truly ruthless man. There was no telling when he had in store for Damien but there was no feat in his heart. If he wanted, he could hire ex-military bodyguards but he now that he could let lose, he decided he'd rather get his hands dirty.

"Tell him to give it his best shot," Damien said.

"Shut the hell up, you damn scum of the earth. What right do you have to speak about his father that way." Alison screamed. "Why is he still in here?"

The clerk, like everyone else in the store, had taken to listening to the drama unfold. She seemed to snap awake my before she could say anything, Damien stretched a black card to her.

"Here," he said. "This is my card. You can hold unto it until we're done."

There was a collective gasp from the gathered crowd. Alison eyes nearly bulged out of her head and Andy took a couple steps closer to get a better look at the card.

"Is that a black card? How the hell did someone like you get your hands on that? Even Andy can't get one." Alison couldn't believe her eyes. Surely she wasn't seeing correctly.

"Shut your mouth," Andy shouted. "It's obviously a fake. Take it at your own risk."

The clerk looked at the card but didn't take it. "Sir, just leave."

"What's going on here?"

A portly man, dressed in a silk suit walked up the the middle of the commotion.

"This man is a thief and he wants to steal from you," Alison shrieked. The smile on her face made her mouth ache but she could stop. The manager had finally arrived and would kick the scum out of his prestigious store.