James jumped from the bed, hearing a bunch of footsteps outside the room. The familiar sound of Deetra's high heels messed up with his brain as he opened the door glaring around. Soon, he faced her as he grabbed her arm, pushing her into his bedroom and closing the door behind. Deetra almost fell down, but James grabbed her quickly, holding her against his silhouette. They both were starring at each other for some seconds, their faces as close as they could. The woman growled before pushing him away. James' eyes scanned his girlfriend; Deetra would rarely wear really short dresses or revealing clothes. He gasped, looking at her persistently as he couldn't believe his eyes.

"What are you wearing...!?"

James asked her with a half-opened mouth only to receive a chuckle back.

"Excuse me!?"

Deetra stepped closer to him, lifting her head and glancing into his eyes.

"Your dress is... quiet short and revealing -"

"And what's your problem exactly?"

"Well, as your boyfriend -"

"You're not my boyfriend, James."

Deetra spoke with a monotone tone and a serious face. James looked at her before laughing awkwardly, trying to keep himself back from crying. Deetra started yelling in return.

"What!? You really thought I'd sit down and stay in a relationship with a cheater!?"

"Deetra, my darling -"

"I'm not your darling, arsehole."

Deetra was ready to answer every time James opened his mouth, and words came out of it. The hitman rubbed the back of his neck in awkwardness as he saw her opening the door, ready to go out. The woman sighed and glanced at him for the last time. She was prepared to leave, but James' voice caught her off guard.

"W-Wait! I... Previously, I wanted to tell you that as your boyfriend, I think that this dress really flatters you...."

James mumbled while fiddling with his rings. Deetra glared down for a second, puffing as she started drumming her fingers on the door before talking.

"Thanks, James, but do me a favour and fuck off."

Her voice was bitter as she closed the door behind. The last thing James heard before lying in bed was her high heels and Lazaro's voice.

Isabella's eyes lit up as she saw her niece. She held her hands together in front of her chest with a wide smile.

"Deetra, my dear, you look wonderful!"

"Thank you, aunt Isabella...."

Deetra smiled politely before wearing her sunglasses, wanting to hide her sad eyes. Her brother was leaning against the stairs on his phone; Damon didn't dare look at her. He knew that Deetra would need some personal space after this whole tragedy.

"Are the two of you going out, dear?"

"Oh, yes, I thought that Deetra would enjoy some shopping."

"Oh, that's lovely!"

Isabella smiled wide with a sweet voice as Lazaro glared at Deetra and then at his wife with a nod.

"Don't be late; you know that you can't make all of them wait for you, love."

"I... I know."

Lazaro chuckled, not being in the mood to go and see a bunch of people he dislikes. He had to as the meeting was necessary.

Isabella laughed, seeing her husband's response before rubbing his cheek and giving him a kiss. Deetra looked away with her arms crossed against her chest.

"Have fun out!"

"Bye, aunt Isabella...."

"Bye, darling!"

Lazaro waved softly with a grin before leaving. Damon stepped into the kitchen before pushing his phone in his pants pockets. He glanced around and then at his aunt, forcing a smile.

"Oh, hello, Damon!"

"Hello, aunt Isabella."

"How's Deetra? She didn't look good after... what happened...."

"Well,"

Damon mumbled before taking a seat crossing his legs. Isabella sat on the other side, leaning her arms on the table.

"She's still hurt, but I believe she will get over it...."

He shrugged before taking a cigarette packet out of his pocket and letting it on the table. "Can I smoke in here?" he mumbled as Isabella giggled softly.

"Oh, of course, honey, don't worry. Your uncle smokes all the time. He can finish a whole pack in a day; I tried to help him to cut it, but nothing!"

She laughed before grabbing a glass ashtray and leaving it on the table. Damon nodded, smiling, saying "thank you" before pushing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up.

"Poor Deetra... James looked like such a good guy; I can't understand what went wrong...."

"Me too, aunt Isabella...."

Damon muttered before inhaling deeply, feeling the smoke burn his lungs. The drug baron hit his tongue against his teeth before turning his chin towards Isabella.

"Can I ask you something, aunt Isabella? It's been bugging me a lot lately...."

"Of course, honey!"

Damon brought the cigarette to his mouth, glaring down before looking at her. His eyes were piercing through her soul as he started talking.

"Were uncle Lazaro and you always... showing so much affection towards each other?"

"What do you mean, Damon?"

"I always see you kiss and hug each other and talk so sweet with stupid nicknames, and I just can't understand."

"Damon, dear, are you okay? I don't understand you...."

"You know that Lazaro was cheating on you with my mother, right?"

Damon growled, pushing the cigarette on the ashtray. He starred at her as Isabella sighed and looked away, fiddling with her fingers.

"Damon, can we just not talk about -"

"No, we have to! I need the god damn truth; I have every right to know what was going on between Lazaro and my mother!"

Damon shouted, hitting his palms on the table standing up. Isabella raised her head and glanced at him knowing she couldn't escape the situation.

"Damon, please sit down...."

Isabella said calmly, not wanting him to shout more. Damon's shoulders relaxed as he scoffed before getting back on his seat. Isabella rubbed her face softly as the kingpin let his arms rest on the table.

"So?"

"Nothing was going on between Lazaro and Selena."

"Is this the truth, or is it a fancy lie your husband sold to you so he can have a chick in London and one in Rome waiting for him at the same time!?"

Damon spoke with a heavy British accent as he curled his fingers, leaning his head towards his aunt. Isabella sighed again, biting her tongue. She didn't want to talk about this right now, but she had to.

"It's the truth, Damon. Or that's what he said to the marriage counsellor at least...."

"You guys went to a marriage counsellor?"

Damon raised his eyebrow, glancing at his aunt as she nodded with a serious face.

"I am not an idiota, Damon. I know that Lazaro wasn't going all the time to London just to take care of your sister and you. He had a terrible... crush on Selena. Alas for him, though, because Lazaro was a married man with a kid to your mother's eyes."

"Oh... So, nothing happened between them...?"

Isabella nodded, holding a cup between her palms before bringing it to her lips.

"Nothing, Damon, I assure you. Oh, I know your uncle, he would do anything to have her his, but in the end, he didn't win her with his fancy words and compliments. Sometimes, I even make fun of him for his little failure! Selena's mind was always stuck only on a man...."

Isabella whispered the last part, but Damon heard her. His eyes widened before gulping looking down. He intertwined his fingers together with a puff.

"You're talking about my father, hu?"

"Oh, of course, I'm referring to Jason, Damon... That man was a monster in disguise...."

She chuckled in hatred, Isabella tried to hide her disdain for Jason, but Damon could see it in her face.

"It's sad knowing that Selena was crying over such someone like him... She deserved so much better, but she always thought that no one would treat her better than... him."

Isabella looked outside, having a sip from her tea. Damon didn't respond back; he just glanced at the stairs before standing up. His aunt saw him fix his shirt before pointing his body towards them.

"Damon?"

"I'll go talk to James; something is off. He would never cheat on Deetra; I need to find out the truth."

Isabella shrugged, mumbling, "If you say so...". The drug baron walked upstairs, going straight to the bedroom. He didn't knock this time; he rushed in, seeing his friend sitting by the window holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"What the hell are you doing!? Where did you find this!?"

James had almost finished it when Damon took it and put it off in an ashtray across the room. "I got it from your pack when you weren't looking... I thought -" James mumbled before stopping. He was ready to burst into tears.

"I won't let you be a smoker again; if you're thinking of starting to smoke, forget it!"

"Does it matter, though? I'll be dead by noon...."

He whispered under his breath before receiving a punch from Damon. He growled, holding his cheeks before glancing at his friend.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about!? Have you lost your mind!?"

"Deetra broke up with me and Lazaro or you will kill me sooner or later so...!"

Damon held his buddy's head between his palms, wanting to talk to him seriously. He growled, seeing the sadness reflecting on his eyes.

"I'll ask something, and I want the truth. Did you cheat on Deetra?"

"No! I swear on my life, mate! I love her with my whole heart! Plus, it would be stupid to cheat on someone that has a drug baron as a brother and a mafia boss as an uncle...!"

James yelled at the top of his lungs before receiving a nod from Damon as he agreed with him.

"Then what happened?"

"I was sitting by the bar, and a lady came and started talking to me! She told me she was Giovanni's niece! At some point, I started feeling sick and at the edge of vomiting, and she spoke to Giovanni so I can have a room to lie down! She took me to the room, and after that, my memory is blank!"

James continued screaming as Damon was focusing on each one of his words carefully.

"What was her name?"

"Um... Raimona, I think... She was tall with brown eyes, or... I guess so.... Didn't you see her when she came and talked with Giovanni!?"

"Uh... I wasn't really... focused on Giovanni, not gonna lie...."

Damon mumbled as James started crying. He put his palms over his face, sobbing, thinking he had lost Deetra forever and that she will never believe him.

"Give me a second.... Stop crying for God's shake!"

He growled before taking his phone out of his pocket calling the Italian man. After a while, he could hear his voice across the line.

"Pronto."

"Giovanni? It's Damon, Lazaro's nephew."

"Oh, Damon! How are you? How can I help you?"

"I know that what I'm about to ask sounds weird, but do you have a niece?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Is her name Raimona?"

"Yes! How do you know it!?"

Giovanni laughed as Damon glanced at James for a couple of seconds, believing his story.

"James told me he met her, and she took him to one of the rooms after talking with you."

"Oh, I fear there's no way this happened, Damon."

"Why exactly, Giovanni?"

"Because my sister's daughter, Raimona, is a seven years old sweet girl!"

Giovanni laughed; James' eyes widened hearing his voice talking across the line. Damon raised his eyebrow before looking at him, confused.

"One last question, Giovanni. Did a girl come to you when we were playing poker and asked you to take James to a room, and you let her?"

"Oh, no, I would remember that...."

Giovanni answered quickly. James held his head between his hands as he was feeling like losing his mind. Of course, there was a woman; he remembered her clearly going away and talking to Giovanni.

"Oh... Okay, thank you, Giovanni."

"Your welcome, Damon, Ciao!"

"Ciao..."

Damon hung up the call before turning towards his friend with a confused face. James was walking up and down the room with wide eyes, trying to remember more about her.

"There's no way - I r-remember her, Damon, I'm not lying! I saw her speak with Giovanni, and he nodded! I-I'm not crazy!"

James shouted before rubbing his face. Suddenly, the room felt too hot. Damon stepped closer to him; the hitman thought he was screwed up and his friend would murder him. The drug baron just started laughing before wrapping his arm around his buddy's neck.

"W-Why are you laughing!? D-Do you think I'm going insane!?"

"Oh, no, no, James... I believe your story."

"W-What... For real? Is this a prank?"

James pushed him away with a growl and narrowed eyebrows. Damon continued laughing.

"I think someone spiked your drink, mate."

"What!? Why!?"

"Looks like someone wanted you to break up with Deetra."

"Who!?"

"Someone that would benefit from your break-up."

Damon spoke with a smile; James stood up and glared at him as his body tensed up.

"Do you mean...."

"Giovanni? Yes. I'll speak to Lazaro and then to Deetra. Don't worry, everything's going to be back to its place after the meeting."