One of the guards opened the door; Damon stepped out and closed it behind, not letting Abigail follow him. Only two could play this game in his mind. No James, no Abigail. He fixed his shirt walked towards them with a smile and open arms. Mason leaned against the car, looking away while Felix was waiting for Damon to move closer to them. Damon could see a figure in the back of their car but wasn't sure if that's James.

"I guess you're Felix, huh? Oh, hey, Mason."

Damon pushed lazily, his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Still, low key grinning. Mason barely gave Damon any attention; he sighed with an angry face. Felix looked at him, smiling for a second.

"Give us Abigail back."

"Well, where's James?"

"In the car."

"I can't see him."

Felix groaned, glaring at the car and then at Mason, making a sign with his fingers. Mason stood up, dragging James out of the car with difficulty. James could barely move his legs; his shirt had spots of blood on it. A sack was over his head, his hands tied in front of his body. Mason brought James closer to Damon with a chuckle, his face not giving away any emotions at all. Damon looked at the tied-up person from head to toes.

"Take off the sack."

"No."

Mason mouthed without a doubt, leaving behind a surprised Damon. He crossed his arms, chuckling, looking around, everywhere except at them.

"If I don't see his face, I won't hand that bitch back that easily."

He showed his teeth at Mason, who gulped harshly. Felix laughed, his fingers being through his thick hair. He stepped closer to Damon but stayed a few meters behind.

"I am the boss here, Damon, not you. I make the rules, and you obey them if you want to return to your sister alive."

James made a soft noise after hearing Felix referring to Deetra. Damon's glare was at James. He sighed, stressed.

"Just listen to them, Damon...."

James' voice was low and weak; Damon barely understood what his friend had just said. Mason looked at James, forming his right hand into a fist. Seconds later, he punched him in the stomach with all his force, making him fold in half and fall down. Damon tried to take a step in the front, but Felix raised his gun pointed at James' head. Damon gulped, staying in his position as one of his bodyguards was behind him now, ready to hurt Mason or Felix at any time.

"Listen to your buddy, Damon. He sure knows more than you."

Felix smirked, cocking his gun, still pointing it at James. Damon groaned, turning his face towards the bodyguard in the car. He hesitated but finally opened his mouth before growling.

"Take that whore out along with the bag."

The bodyguard nodded; he grabbed the bag with one hand and took Abigail forcefully out of the jeep with the other. Abigail seemed in a way better condition than James, and Damon hated that.

Mason's face lit up when he saw his love. Abigail's worried; her eyes were moving all over the place quickly. At Felix, then at Mason, and at the end at the man with the sack lying in pain on the dirt. "James...." she whispered in fear, her blood running cold along her veins.

The bodyguard handed the bag to Damon, who threw it towards Mason.

"Here, with her, you can also have all the expensive shit I bought for her and her ungrateful arse."

He held Abigail's arm with his injured arm so he could hold his gun with the "good" one. Abigail made a slight noise in pain from Damon's strength. He grabbed his gun, pointing it straight into her face, this time with a rugged look and no hesitation at all. He cocked it, too; Abigail could feel the cold metal against her skull. Mason stared at Felix in fear; it was Felix's time to take a step back. He pulled his gun away and waited for Damon to do the same. Damon pushed the gun more against Abigail's head, still serious.

"Let her go."

"You hurt James, you fucking arsehole."

"I told you I'll give him back; you didn't tell me he has to be in one piece, though."

Felix rolled his eyes, trying to mess more with Damon; Mason didn't like it a lot, though. "Just give him to Damon." Mason mouthed lowly, but he only received an angry glare back from Felix. Damon couldn't wait for more; he gazed at Abigail with wide eyes.

"Kneel, now."

"W-Why..."

"Because I said so, now do it."

He pushed her hard, making her kneel down with a groan. Abigail looked down; tears had started forming on the corners of her eyes. Mason couldn't stand seeing his love like that. He gazed at Felix again; he looked more hurt and terrified now. Felix growled, ready to grab his gun again. He stopped in his tracks, looking beside Damon, his eyes stuck in the horizon.

"What's this?"

"What?"

Damon glared behind him; he puffed, seeing another familiar car. Felix held his gun, pointing it at it. "Stop." Mason had with a quick movement Felix's arm as he looked at him, confused. "Why." he mouthed back, turning his head when the car stopped. A familiar woman stepped outside, fixing her jacket with a severe face walking towards the men. Damon growled under his breath, making a sign at the bodyguard, who was his time to raise his gun and point it at Abigail. Damon ran towards his sister, angry already with her appearance.

"What. Are. You. Doing. here."

"Oh, shut up. I couldn't leave you all injured and alone to come here."

"I have security, and you had to stay at home."

"Where's James."

Damon sighed, bringing his fingers to his eyes, rubbing them gently; Deetra's confused face changed to a scared one when he saw the man against the dirt. He ran towards him, ignoring Mason and Felix, and kneeled in front of him. Mason didn't make a sound, and Felix didn't dare to make a move. He knew he was fucked up if Deetra took the sack off.

Her hands started trembling; she was speechless, holding James in her arms. She slowly took the sack off, her eyes widening. She was left with the mouth open, seeing her lover's face bruised and injured. James' eyes were half-opened; it was difficult for him to breathe normally. Deetra started tearing; she slid her index and middle fingers down his reddish cheek. She couldn't say a word; she pushed her other palm against her lips, trying to hold back her tears and sobs.

"What have they done to you, my darling...."

Damon was starring at them; everyone was starring at them. Felix made a couple of steps back, raising his hands against his chest; if there was something that he could recognize in another person was the pain of losing a lover.

Deetra raised her head out of nowhere, her eyes red; she couldn't hide her tears anymore. She stood up, taking the gun that she's hiding out and pointing it at Felix.

"Deetra, don't shoot him, goddammit!"

"HE HURT JAMES!"

"DEETRA, CONTROL YOURSELF!"

Deetra started sobbing; Mason's gun was now pointing at her. She moved her glare at Mason, who was panting.

"Damon, come and pick your sister."

Felix chuckled softly, trying to hide his fear. Damon was trying hard to talk some sense to his sister, even if he knew that she was blocking his voice in her mind. She cursed under her breath, lowering her gun; some seconds later, Mason doing the same.

"For fuck's shake, you don't even deserve my bullets, "Eddy"."

Deetra lowered her head and arms and tried to help James stand up. James made some sounds in pain and agony but managed to make some steps and make it to her car.

She looked at James for one last time before closing the door. She sighed, looking down.

"Just give that second-hand slut back."

She got in the car as Damon forced Abigail to stand up. She looked bitter, not having the courage to look at Mason or Felix. He grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards Mason with force, making her almost trip and fall. Mason held her and looked in her eyes, worried but happy at the same time. Damon chuckled, returning to his car and getting in angry. He glared at his guards; the one sitting at the driver's seat nodded and started driving away. Deetra had left a couple of minutes before them. Abigail was starring at the car in the distance, her eyes teary. Mason was holding her in his arms tightly, barely letting her breathe or move at all.

Felix stepped in front of her; she didn't dare to look him in the eye. She gulped and moved her head, looking at the dirt. He chuckled, lifting her chin with his finger with a smooth movement. Abigail could not face Felix after all this; he smirked gently, not seeming angry at all.

"Welcome back. Let's take you home already, honey."

Abigail flinched at the nickname, nodding and pushing Mason away, who stayed in his position and blinked confused. He mumbled under his breath and got in the car after Abigail.

The ride towards the centre of London was quiet, quieter than usual. Abigail was in the backseat looking outside and holding the bag. Mason scanned her figure from the rearview mirror and sighed softly. That was the only noise that was heard during their drive till now. Felix glared at Mason for a second and then at Abigail.

"So, Abigail. How were your holidays?"

"Oh, fuck off, Felix."

She crossed her arms as Felix laughed, his eyes back on the road. Mason couldn't hold himself back; he turned his head and stared at her for a good minute. "You good?" he whispered under his breath. Abigail scoffed, her arms still crossed. "Leave me alone, Damon." she rolled her eyes as Mason was left speechless. Felix was now looking at her from the rearview mirror. "Damon?" he gulped, hanging from the end of his seat, his anxiety rising when he heard the familiar name. "I meant...- I'm just tired, fuck it." she sighed, leaning back on her seat and closing her eyes. Mason turned back to his seat and leaned his head against the window with a sad expression. Felix glared at him secretly and coughed. "Could you take her to her apartment for me, Mason?" he whistled, gently stopping at the red light; Mason was barely giving him any attention. "Yeah, sure...." he growled under his breath, that name still echoing in his mind. He fixed his shirt; Felix smiled softly when the traffic light turned green.

When Felix arrived outside her apartment, Abigail was fast asleep. Mason flinched and got out of the car and opened the door, grabbing the bag she was holding. He sighed, lifting her and carrying her bridal style before getting in the block of flats. He walked in the elevator and managed to get to her apartment pretty quickly. Mason tried to take the keys he had in his pocket with a quick movement without waking her up. He groaned, closing the door behind after opening it and walking in. The man let her gently on her bed. He kicked the bag across the living room and sat on the dark sofa with a gulp. "Would she..." he stood up, going to the fridge and opening it. A smirk took over his lips when he faced a bottle of red wine. "She wouldn't mind..." he grabbed it, opening it and tasting it quickly. He walked back into the living room, trying not to wake her up. Mason sat again down and had another sip, this time bigger. He flinched at the sweet taste and leaned back, taking a breath and relaxing his muscles.

His eyes opened widely suddenly, remembering the bag. He looked it from across the room, his eyebrow rising in question. Mason drank a bit more wine and brought the load closer to him. He left the bottle on the floor and held the zip, opening the bag fastly. The man glared at the clothes that were in. Dresses, jeans, skirts, shirts. He chuckled, taking them out one by one and throwing them around. His eyes fell on a phone that was in it, too. He held it against his fingers, turning it on. It was working; a photo of Abigail with Damon was as wallpaper. He stared at it for a couple of seconds before throwing it across the room with force, cracking its screen.

Abigail woke up; she ran towards the living room, upset. She looked around, seeing all her things on the floor along with the phone that Damon had brought for her so she can always be in contact with him.

"What the hell, Mason!?"

"Oh, now I'm Mason!? I thought my name was Damon...!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, standing up, his arms in the air and his eyes teary.

"What are you talking about!?"

"You love him! YOU love HIM! I can't believe it, taking the mission was such a terrible idea! I was here stressing out about your life while you were sipping martinis with a drug baron; I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

He brought his hands to his head, pressing it between them. His eyes red, his face sweaty. Abigail stepped towards him, trying to comfort him, but he backed away, still angry.

"Don't touch me, dammit! James was right! Oh, just fuck off!"

"Won't you let me talk at all!?"

"NO!"

He started crying, grabbing the bottle of wine, and rushing out of the apartment. Abigail didn't run behind him; he just let him go and started picking the things from the floor. She sighed, seeing Mason walking away, bottle in hand from her window. She looked down, bursting into tears and letting things down. She knew she had fucked up; Mason wasn't going to forgive her for this betrayal. She didn't even know if Felix would let her continue to have this job or have her executed.

She cursed loudly, hitting her fist against the wall, a small crack forming from the punch. She screamed, swearing more and more.

On the other hand, Mason ended in a small park. He sat at a random bench and moved the bottle to his crimson lips. It started getting dark; Mason didn't care at all, though. He had some more sips, finishing half of the wine. He leaned back, still in tears sobbing. The man wiped them away with the inside of his index finger and looked at the sky.

"Damon, you bloody cunt, you took away my woman, the love of my life. I've been waiting so many years to confess my feelings, and you destroyed everything in a night. I'll remember that."

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