A couple days later, Domenico still looked mad towards Damon. He would ignore him wherever he could and only listen to Deetra. Damon disliked it, but there was nothing he could do. Domenico always acted so childishly for a nineteen years old boy. Now, after everything that happened with Monica, he would barely follow him around and help him. The drug baron knew that Lazaro wouldn't be pleased with his son's behaviour, but there was nothing he could do.

"Domenico, can we talk?"

Damon leaned against the couch, seeing his cousin walking by, wanting to go to the kitchen. Domenico sighed and rolled his eyes but decided to give Damon some of his time. He pushed his headphones down his neck and left them hanging there before crossing his arms, wanting to appear angry. The kingpin decided to not complain about his attitude and just let him be.

"Talk about what, Damon?"

"Your behaviour and your attitude towards me after what happened with... Monica."

Domenico growled and put his headphones back. He was ready to tap on the play button, but Damon stopped him with an awkward laugh.

"Domenico, please! We're cousins; we shouldn't fight for girls! I had nothing personal with Monica; it just happened that her dad was once a threat!"

"I know...."

"This is how our lives are, always around danger. It's just how are families work -"

"I don't like it, though."

Damon glared at Domenico, who sighed again and pressed the play button.

"I don't hate you, Damon. I hate no one. I just don't like my life and all this dangerous crap. I just want friends and a happy, safe life."

The man looked at him and then at the floor. He didn't know what to say to him; Damon could understand him. Damon had lost his best years to his father's business while taking care of his sick mother. Now, he has to act like he's pleased with his life and push Domenico into accepting this kind of lifestyle and cherish it.

"You have to accept it -"

"I won't accept this shit just because you had to! I want to be free!"

He put his iPhone into the pocket of his jeans with a groan. The kingpin decided not to push him more and just let him enjoy his alone time. Domenico pushed him aside mad and returned to his bedroom before closing the door behind with force.

"Good job, Damon."

Deetra clapped slowly, having seen their discussion. Damon sat back, distressed. Soon, his sister took a seat beside him before crossing her arms close to her chest.

"I don't know what I'll do with that kiddo. Lazaro will be outraged when he faces the same old Domenico."

"Not our problem, though, right?"

Deetra smiled in awkwardness as Damon glared at her thoughtfully. Soon, her smile was nowhere to be found, and anxiety took over her face.

"Not our... problem... right, Damon?"

"You know that Lazaro will continue letting him stay in London till he changes his views, and Domenico will just take advantage of it."

Deetra leaned back, groaning before rubbing her face gently. She liked her cousin but having him all day around wasn't the best.

"Can't he pretend that he likes it or something?"

"Do you think he'll accept this proposal, Deetra?"

Damon answered back, but his sibling said nothing in return. Deetra stood up and fixed her dress.

"I hope we'll find another solution, then."

"I hope, too."

Deetra chuckled and walked away, going straight to the garden, leaving her brother behind.

Meanwhile, Felix was in his office enjoying his coffee, drowning among all those papers in his office. He was angry that the Hopkins' folder was half-completed. Felix knew that he couldn't send Abigail back, especially now that she had a kid. Plus, Mason wouldn't be happy with his wife being around Damon after what had happened between the two of them. He was sure that he couldn't send anyone to him, actually. Damon was pretty cautious after discovering Harold and sending his head back to his boss.

A knock on the door brought him back to reality as he looked straight at it with half-opened eyes. "Come in," he mumbled under his breath before continued checking the Hopkins folder. Felix puffed when he faced Mason.

"Mason, what are you doing here? I asked for Abigail."

"Abigail didn't come today. Emma wasn't feeling good, and she had to take care of her."

"Oh, she didn't inform me...."

"She was calling you all the morning, boss."

Mason talked back hesitantly before closing the door behind him. Felix raised his eyebrows, confused, before checking his phone. There weren't any missed calls.

"I don't see any missed calls.... I guess my phone's been acting up."

"I guess so... I can inform her if you want...."

"That would be nice, c'mon, have a seat."

Mason nodded and sat opposite Felix, his arms feeling the leather on the chair. He looked down for a split second seeing a bunch of papers, every one of them referring to Damon or his father.

"Are you searching something about Damon, boss?"

"Just looking through his family's folder. It's a shame it's half-finished, and he isn't behind bars along with his sister and her fiancé."

Mason leaned back and crossed his arms. He decided not to talk to his boss about the random meeting with Damon he had this time. Last time, it ended up badly.

"What do you want, Abigail, boss?"

"I have a mission for her."

Felix put the files aside and crossed his fingers on the office. He smiled softly and stared him in the eyes, making him feel uncomfortable quickly.

"Abigail? On a mission? Don't you think it's a bit early?"

"Early?"

"She gave birth... recently. Plus, Emma needs her mother -"

"Oh, Mason, Emma will be fine with just her father and both me and Sophia by her side."

Felix grinned from ear to ear as Mason gulped, glaring away.

"I don't know, Felix... Isn't there anyone better for this mission of yours -"

"No, I need Abigail!"

He hit his palms on the office, making Mason jump a bit from the sudden noise. He glanced at his hands and then at his face. Mason's neck suddenly felt too dry as he unbuttoned some buttons of his shirts. Felix cleared his neck and adjusted the tie around his neck with an awkward smile. He moved his body, wanting to feel more comfortable.

"Sorry about that. It's just after seeing how... good she controlled the mission with Damon, I thought she could do the same with a similar one."

Mason chuckled softly, pushing his hands on the office talking loudly.

"Good? It went terribly, she almost died! All we got out of it was Damon's location! She went all the way there and made him fall in love with her! That bastard -"

"Watch your tone, Mason."

Felix spoke in calmness as Mason was panting. He pulled away, mumbling something under his breath. Felix didn't like when people raised their voices to him; it would anger him more.

"Exactly, she made him fall in love with her. I want her to watch an important person closely."

"Important person, you said?"

"There's a British diplomat in Greece that is heard that is corrupted. I have orders to keep my eyes on him."

Mason leaned back with a half-opened mouth and wide eyes. He lifted his arms in the air for a second and glared at Felix angrily.

"Greece? Are you kidding me!? Why don't you send me!?"

"Well, I could if you were a tall thin, beautiful woman or if the diplomat was gay."

Felix laughed, but Mason wasn't having any fun. The last thing he wanted was his wife travelling all over Europe and go all the way to Greece to lure some kind of ambassador.

"Felix, are you SURE you want to send Abigail?"

"Yes. That man is covered with bodyguards all the time. All she had to do is get close to him till he spills out some of his stupid mistakes. The government is pretty sure that he has sold some of the UK's secrets to Greeks."

Mason shook his head before holding it between his hands. Why would even Greece care about the UK?"

"I don't know, Felix...."

"It's important, Mason. It has to do with rockets and air Force planes. Just trust me."

"I-I... I guess... I'll talk to her about the mission and tell her to call you for further information...."

"Thank you, Mason... And don't worry, she's going to be okay, I promise."

Mason nodded slowly, seeing Felix's reassuring smile. He stood up and left Felix behind, going through his files tired.

At the same time, Damon was preparing his luggage for his trip to Italy. He had already informed Domenico to start preparing his. He wasn't really excited about his return to Italy, but he knew he couldn't escape it.

James was leaning against the wall with crossed arms observing his friend's movements. Damon could feel his eyes follow him around the room. James was just standing there, silently lost in his thoughts.

"Why don't you go to pack your things, too, mate?"

"Already made my suitcase, Damon."

James answered monotonously, glancing down. Damon looked at him for a split second before taking a step towards him. He put his hand on James' shoulder and shook him gently, wanting to bring him back to reality.

"James? James!"

James jumped a bit before starting glaring alone. He sighed and chuckled softly, still with crossed arms.

"What's wrong, dude?"

"I can already hear them whistling when they see one of Deetra's short dresses."

Damon sighed, hearing his friend's words. He rolled his eyes and returned to packing.

"And what can Deetra do to stop them, James?"

"I don't know, wear long skirts?"

He shrugged as Damon turned to him with a disgusted look.

"Are ya kidding me, mate? Now you'll control what she'll wear!?"

The kingpin scoffed; James puffed in anxiety in return before pushing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Please, James, for the love of God, don't do anything stupid. I mean it."

"I won't, I promised to you! It's just... It feels terrible knowing I'll just have to sit and look at them harassing my girlfriend...."

Damon finished his luggage and left it on the floor. He sat down on the bed and patted the space beside him. Soon, his friend joined him and had a seat beside him. Damon crossed his fingers and glared down for a split second, trying to find a way to reassure his mate that everything is going to be okay.

"Deetra can protect herself, James. You have nothing to worry about."

He patted the hitman's shoulder with sympathy; James just starred down thinking. It's not like he wasn't trusting Deetra; he wasn't trusting any of those old men. They all were thirsty animals that didn't care for anyone, not even their own families.

"I can't wait to see how they'll act around her."

"Well, it's always better each year not gonna like. They give away fewer and fewer compliments as she gets older."

James narrowed his eyebrows before glancing at his friend with a chuckle.

"Is that so?"

"Oh, yes... You have no idea how many big drug barons and mafia bosses got in line to... hug her and comfort her when our mother died."

James scoffed in disgust; the twins were only sixteen when Selena died, and many tried to take advantage of the situation. God knows how many paedophiles hide behind all those powerful men.

James stood up and fixed his T-shirt. He knew that his partner didn't need a saviour, but he would do anything to protect her. He turned to Damon and smiled softly to lighten up the atmosphere.

"So, when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. It's been a while since I've been to Italy."

"Me too...."

James looked away with a puff. The man rubbed his chin distressed.

He couldn't wait to meet all these bastards.