The following day, the weather was hot as usual. Birds were flying around, and the casino was empty. Damon growled under his breath, opening his eyes on a bed as the light coming from the window woke him up. He stared at the white ceiling for a split second, trying to remember where he was. His body tensed up as he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his. He jumped a bit back, remembering what had happened last night or almost. The man pulled his arm away and got away from the bed before dressing up. His eyes fell on a leather suitcase beside the door; he glared at it before opening it. Damon's eyes widened as he faced millions of euros in it. A grin took over his lips as he closed it, remembering how much money he had won in the casino. He fixed his shirt and opened the door but stood there when he felt two pairs of eyes on him. Damon looked at the two women before winking at them with a smirk.

"Thanks for the lovely night, ladies!"

He spoke with a charming voice before leaving the room. The last thing he heard was their giggles. Damon rushed down the stairs, finding Lazaro and Giovanni sitting by the bar, enjoying a cup of cappuccino. He raised his eyebrow, soon Lazaro saw him.

"Damon! Morning, how are you? Did you have fun last night?"

His uncle talked with a loud voice and open arms. Damon laughed and stood in front of the two men.

"Good morning, uncle. Hello, Giovanni. Yes, I had a lot of fun."

"And money, too."

Giovanni added with a smirk as Damon smiled wide.

"I saw the two chicks that followed you to your room last night. They were pretty hot; were they any fun?"

Lazaro grinned, bringing the cup of coffee to his lips. Damon nodded quickly before laughing and pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Quite a lot, uncle."

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Damon?"

Giovanni asked, pointing at his cup as Damon mumbled, "yes". He started looking around before turning back to the two grown men.

"Hye uncle, where's James?"

"James? I have no idea, Damon."

Lazaro shrugged with a confused look before turning to Giovanni. Damon tried to call James, but there wasn't an answer back. He groaned, glaring at his phone, worrying that something had happened to his friend.

"I can ask the security if they saw him around."

Giovanni said as Damon agreed with him quickly. A knot in his stomach was saying that something was very wrong.

"You can do that, Giovanni?"

"Oh, yes! I'll just give them a simple description of your friend, and they'll tell me quickly where he went!"

Giovanni panted Damon's shoulder before leaving. The drug baron puffed, anxious. James was still not picking his phone up. About ten minutes later, Giovanni returned.

"So?"

"He's upstairs in a room, Damon.?"

"Which room?"

"110."

Giovanni answered with his hands in the pockets of his pants before sitting down. Damon mumbled said something under his breath before glancing towards the stairs.

"I'll be right back...."

The kingpin rushed upstairs after leaving the suitcase with the money to his uncle. He started looking around, searching for the room before finding it. He glanced at it for a few seconds before sighing. Damon knocked on the door with force but soon found out the door was half-opened.

"What the...."

Damon mumbled to himself before walking in, finding James asleep. Damon walked across the room with loud steps and towards the window. He dragged the curtains open and opened the window before looking at James. His shirt was on the floor, and his pants were unbuttoned. He gulped and rubbed his cheeks, not knowing what to do. Damon walked to his side and shook him gently before starting to shout.

"James! Wake up! What the hell happened!?"

After a while, James opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry as he leaned against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes yawning before looking around confused. He had no idea where he was as he glared at Damon. Damon kept starring at him with wide eyes as he saw his friend take his shirt from the floor and put it on. James buttoned his shirt fully and started talking.

"Why was my shirt on the floor? And why are my pants are unbuttoned -"

"I don't know, you tell me, arsehole!"

Damon screamed with his arms in the air. James stood up with difficulty and buttoned his pants.

"Man, you need a bloody shower. You smell like you were dipped in whiskey!"

Damon puffed, rubbing his chin, not knowing what to do.

"I-I... I do?"

"Yes! James, what's wrong with you!? What happened last night!?"

"I-I have no idea! I was feeling sick and a girl -"

"A GIRL!?"

Damon yelled back, not letting his friend finish his sentence. James didn't know from where to start; there were a billion thoughts in his mind. There was this girl Raimona and then nothing. His mind was blank; he had no idea what had happened after he stepped into the room.

"D-Damon, please! I-I didn't mean it like that -"

"Let's just go home."

Damon spoke with a serious tone before opening the door. James sighed, knowing he can't justify himself or his actions and followed Damon downstairs. The hitman was quiet as he said good morning to the men. Soon, they were in the car returning home. James checked his phone, finding a bunch of missed calls from Damon and Deetra. The ride home was quiet, and Damon was glaring at his buddy from time to time, not knowing what to say to him.

When they arrived at the mansion and walked in, they found Isabella having breakfast with Deetra and Domenico.

"Oh, you remembered you have a home!"

Isabella laughed; Lazaro chuckled and filled a cup with coffee. Deetra glared at James for a split second before seeing him rush upstairs to his bedroom.

"Is James okay?"

Deetra asked worriedly; Damon said nothing as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms looking down. Lazaro laughed, holding the hot cup between his fingers before kissing his wife softly.

"James? Oh, yes, why?"

"I... don't know... Excuse me...."

Deetra stood up and left the kitchen with quick steps going to his bedroom. Isabella glared at Damon narrowing her eyebrows.

"Damon, my dear, are you alright? You look upset...."

Damon nodded and puffed but didn't answer back.

Deetra walked into James' room without knocking, seeing James' back. James jumped from the sound the door made and turned around, facing his girlfriend.

"D-Deetra!"

"James! Where have you been!? I've been calling you the whole morning."

"I-I know -"

"God, you stink like cheap female perfume! What are -"

Deetra stopped talking; her eyes were pinned on James' body, saying nothing. James walked closer to her wanting to check if she is alright. He tried to put his hands on her waist, but Deeta hit them as she pulled away, pointing at him with wide eyes.

"J-James... What are those...."

"Those?"

"T-The marks on your neck, arsehole!"

James looked at her confused before checking himself in the mirror. His eyes opened wide as he saw his neck covered with marks and bites. The man pressed his fingers over them, letting a hissing sound. They were dark and painful. He had no idea how they appeared there as he pinched himself, thinking everything was a terrible dream.

"D-Deetra, I have no idea -"

"No i-idea!? Did you actually... -"

"Deetra, no, no, my dear, I would never cheat on you, and you know it!"

James held her shoulders, screaming as Deetra was grinding her teeth, ready to cry.

"I-I was feeling ill, and a girl took me to a room and -"

"AND!?"

"A-And! And... I... I don't know...."

Deetra slapped him across the face with force, leaving a red mark. James hissed, holding his cheek before glaring at her with fear in his eyes. The woman pressed her fingers into punches as her face was turning red, biting his bottom lip. She was trying her best to react calm but couldn't.

"J-James, are you kidding me!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? YOU GOD DAMN CHEATED ON ME!"

Deetra yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice had grabbed the people's attention downstairs as Lazaro and Damon rushed upstairs, wanting to check if everything is alright. James put his palms in front of his chest in defence, talking as calm as he could to his girlfriend, thinking he could fix the things.

"D-Deetra, please -"

"What's going on here."

Lazaro stepped inside with Damon following him. He looked at both of them, and his heart broke when he faced his niece in tears sobbing like a child.

"Deetra, my darling, what happened?"

"H-He cheated on me!"

Deetra yelled, pointing at James. James could feel everyone's eyes on his silhouette. He felt weak and didn't know what to say. Lazaro pulled Deetra into his arms and into a big hug while she was crying and sobbing loudly. He pushed his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down while glaring at James. James gulped, seeing Lazaro's eyes. They were screaming murder, and he could see wild flames thrive in them. He turned his chin and glared at Damon. Damon was looking at his sister with big eyes while his hands were trembling. The drug baron glanced at James with pure hatred. James didn't know who he had to fear more that moment; they both seemed equally dangerous.

"I-I...."

"Get out."

Lazaro spoke with a monotone voice.

"Lazaro, I can explain -"

"Get out before I shoot you, James."

James' shoulders moved down before he looked down upset. He glared at Damon, hoping for a second chance, but even he seemed too furious with him. James walked out of the room and returned only when Damon, Deetra and Lazaro were gone. He sat down with his head between his hands. Soon, he started swearing and screaming, trying to remember hopelessly what had happened the previous night. Still, his brain was empty. He knew that he had screwed up really bad and that Lazaro would kick him out. God knows when the police would find his corpse.

Meanwhile, Deetra was in her room still, crying, curled in a ball with her knees against her chest. Lazaro was sitting opposite her, glaring at her, not knowing what to do.

"Deetra, sweetheart...."

Lazaro mumbled before holding her hands gently. Deetra glanced at him for a split second, still sobbing.

"I know that what happened has totally ruined your mood, but today is the meeting and... if you don't want to come, I understand -"

"No, I will. It's fine...."

She glared down, the tears had created a river down her cheeks. The Italian man sighed and moved his body closer to hers before wiping away her tears.

"I know that nothing can fix your mood, but... You know what, let's go shopping! Some fresh air, some coffee and some brand new clothes could make the day a bit better; what are you saying?"

"I-I don't know...."

"Oh, c'mon! I treated your brother yesterday; you have no idea how much money he won at the casino! It would be a shame not to treat you, too. Plus, I have two sons and Damon around me all the time. You're like a daughter to me, Deetra...."

Deetra looked at him before hugging him with force. Lazaro rubbed her back slowly.

"I know that I wasn't enough around for you and your brother when Selena died, Deetra... I hope I filled the gap that your father created even a tiny bit, though... Now that I'm here, I'll do everything I can to protect your brother and you, Deetra... Now, c'mon...."

Lazaro stood up, Deetra's eyes followed him across the room.

"Get ready; we'll go to buy you new clothes so James will be ashamed he even dared to touch another woman except you."