A beautiful sunny morning is something that could catch everyone's eyes quickly and put a smile on their lips. The birds were tweeting that day, and it was unusually hot. Such a day shouldn't go to trash, the people in the centre of London enjoyed it as much as they could. Some were going to their jobs rushing in distress; others enjoyed some cold coffee half-filled with sugar from Starbucks. Everyone was happy, or almost everyone.

Damon popped a pill the moment he opened his eyes; his head had seen better days. He wanted to go around London today as his schedule was half-empty until he remembered Sophia. He had to give her back Felix while he turns to ashes those sinful pictures of him.

Deetra walked into the room without knocking; she looked angry. She stayed in front of the bed with crossed arms, tapping her right foot on the wooden floor, the high heel's sound-making Damon almost vomit.

"What do you want, Deetra!?"

"Morning to you too, arsehole. Sophia's been feeling shitty."

"What do you mean "shitty"? Explain."

"She's been nauseous the whole morning, and she has vomited three times until now."

"Shit... Gimme a minute, and I'll go check on her."

Damon dressed up in a rush and ran to the basement to see his prisoner. Indeed, Sophia didn't look that good, there was blurred mascara on her cheeks from her crying, and her face was red. She looked weaker than usual, and she was coughing a lot.

Damon couldn't stand seeing her like that. Sophia did nothing wrong, her husband with the base of all the bad things that happened in his life. He untied her and held her close to his chest, taking her to his bedroom.

Sophia fainted because of the acute pain and woke up about half an hour later. Firstly, she didn't realize where she was; all she faced was a fancy bedroom covered with expensive furniture and silk. Her dress was long gone, and a loose white buttoned shirt was in its place.

Damon stepped into his bedroom with his hands in his pants pockets and a serious face. Sophia curled and moved back in fear, thinking he will harm her.

"Slow down, sweetheart; I don't want another corpse in my mansion."

"Another corpse?"

Sophia looked right and left, terrified; Damon puffed and sat by her side.

"How do you feel? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"I'm alright, it's just when I get overstressed, my immune system kinda shuts down, and I get really sick... Where am I?"

"In my bedroom, if you're wondering about your dress, I couldn't leave you in that putrid mess of sweat and blood. I would take one of my sister's dresses, but she would kill me, so I just gave you one of my shirts. Don't worry, Deetra put it on you; I didn't see you naked, darling."

Sophia brought her nose to the shirt's sleeve; it smelled like honey and cinnamon. She smiled for a split second, "It smells wonderful...." she mumbled under her breath. "Thank you." Damon whispered back with a smirk, making her blush as he had heard her comment.

"Why did you take care of me?"

"Because my problem is Robinson, not you and I couldn't let you die in the basement, Felix would give me straight to the Italians. Plus, I am not a monster, Sophia, as you believe so."

Sophia glared at him; she could keep eye contact with Damon way longer than she could with her husband. It was a pure shame how she was more scared of Felix and not a big drug baron.

"I bet you charm a lot of women easily, Hopkins."

"Unfortunately, only the ones that want my money and drugs."

Damon laughed and walked to the window before looking outside. Sophia stood up; her knees felt weaker than usual. Her stomach was still in a bit of pain, Sophia almost fell to the ground. Damon saw her with the corner of his eyes; he moved closer to her in seconds and held her with his arm around her waist. As their bodies were against each other, Damon grabbed the chance to bring his face closer to Sophia. She leaned a bit back, afraid as Damon started talking with a grin.

"I want to make a deal with you, Sophia Öman."

"How do you know my last name?"

"I know everything about you or almost everything. How does it feel having to share your toys with three brothers and a sister?"

Sophia gulped; Damon was more dangerous than she thought. She tried to speak, but her neck felt dry.

"No answer, hu? Has the cat got your tongue?"

"Stay away from my family."

Damon rolled his eyes with a fit of laughter before helping her sit down.

"I wasn't going to hurt your family, anyway. All I want from you is to keep Felix away from me as much as you can."

Sophia looked down; her eyes were on the floor and then on her wedding ring. She didn't want to stop her husband from prisoning a drug baron, but lately, things were difficult in her marriage. She felt like Felix cared more about Damon than for her. Sophia wanted the word "Damon" out of her husband's dictionary. She wanted to spend a day without hearing the name "Damon Hopkins" echo in the house. She was tired of this mess; she wanted the man she met and married back.

"I will do it."

"Wait- For real?"

Damon was left shocked, believing that Sophia would have rejected his proposal. He had seen the bitterness in her eyes, she was trying to appear strong, but her feelings for Damon seemed complicated. On the one side, she hated him because of Felix, but on the other, Damon looked like such a kind soul for such an evil man.

"Yes, I am not playing with you, Hopkins. I just want him to shut up already; I can't stand him talking about you all the time...."

Damon glared at her for a second; he was about to blackmail her to keep her mouth closed, but it didn't seem necessary.

"So that's a deal?"

"Of course."

Damon raised his hand, Sophia grabbing it in seconds. This was Damon's best agreement that week.

A couple of hours later, Sophia was wearing her freshly cleaned dress, and she looked back to normal. Some cuts still looked horrible, but at least they weren't infected. Deetra was waiting with James in the car, Sophia was with Damon outside talking.

"You have to keep your promise, Sophia, even if it seems difficult. If you try to go against me, the consequences would be huge. Do you understand me?"

"I am not an idiot, Damon. I wasn't going to try harming you anyways."

"That's good to know."

Damon took a pocket knife out of the pocket that was hiding inside his suit jacket. He opened it whistling lowly; Sophia's blue eyes were stuck on it as she gulped.

"What's this about?"

Damon pushed her against the black armoured jeep and stabbed her in the side. Sophia leaned against it, panting with low sobbing in terrible pain, her fingers around Damon's shoulders, holding onto him with her life. Damon turned the knife to the right, still being in her before receiving louder sobbing and some hisses. He pulled it out with a quick and sharp movement, holding it in the air. The drug baron sighed softly, taking a white cloth out of his pocket before wiping the blood away with a low stare.

"I am not a monster, but I'm neither a saint, Sophia. Don't take it personally, but I can't return you to Robinson with a few cuts and bruises after what he did to James. The stab isn't fatal, don't worry, your husband will take care of you before you lose too much blood. Just keep pressing on it; I hope you'll forgive me one day."

Damon pushed Sophia into the back seat; she leaned her face against the window with her palm pressing the bleeding wound. Her blueish dress was half red now, and Damon was by her side before he brought her head to his shoulder. She was in pain but nothing she couldn't handle. This was minor in front of what Deetra had done to her. Damon played with her blonde hair, his eyes on the road. Sophia coughed; the pain was getting worse. Felix's fingers were usually between her tufts, messing around with them when he was bored. There was more blood; some was already on the seats. Deetra growled, seeing it from the front mirror.

"Tell that bitch to press harder, Damon."

"You won't clean it anyway, so shut up."

Deetra rolled her eyes; she turned her head back to face her brother. She chuckled, seeing Sophia leaning on him with closed eyes.

"If I weren't your sister, you'd probably put me to clean it, arsehole."

"Now that I think about it, I'll make you do it simply because you are a woman."

"You bastard- "

She raised her arm, her fingers into a fist as she growled. James sighed, lifting his left arm grabbing his girlfriend's arm with force. She turned and looked at him, confused.

"It's not the right time to fight about stupid things, honey. We arrive in a bit, and I'm pretty sure Robinson would be right there already waiting for his delicate wife, so shut it both of you."

Deetra frowned but put her arm down, still watching her brother closely.

James was right; Felix was already there along with Abigail and Mason, god knows how long he was waiting.

Deetra walked out along with James; Damon grabbed Sophia's free arm and pushed her outside the car. Felix's eyes widened, seeing his wife in a terrible condition, bleeding and almost unconscious.

"Hello, love!"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY WIFE!?"

"That's what you get for harming James, you arsehole."

Deetra added, but Felix ignored her; all his anger was focused on Damon. He had started getting red; his hands were into fists. If Mason and Abigail weren't there, he would try to attack them and probably fail.

"Sophia, my darling, what have these awful people done to you!?"

"You heard my sister, Felix. Ignoring someone is rude."

Felix turned away for a second, his fingers through his hair, holding onto the tufts in anger.

"Burn the photos, Robinson."

"Give me my wife!"

"Burn them or...."

Damon took out his pocket knife, pointing at Sophia's neck serious. Felix couldn't' accept that he was in a disadvantaged position. Mason turned to him and put his hand on his shoulder, "Just listen to him, boss." he mumbled; Felix just got angrier. He pushed his hand off him and took the photos from the car before lighting them on fire in front of Damon. Damon kept staring at the fire with a smile; it reflected on Felix's eyes, who wasn't smiling as usual.

"Sadly, I have to keep my part of the agreement, too, hu?"

"MY WIFE, NOW, HOPKINS!"

Damon sighed before grabbing Sophia by the hair and throwing it towards her husband. Felix kneeled down, holding a crying Sophia between his arms. He pushed his fingers against her cheek, lifting her chin. Sophia kept losing blood, her face was wet from the tears, and her eyes shone under the sun.

"Let's go; I can't stand women crying unless they are in my bedroom."

Deetra rolled her eyes, going back in the car; of course, her brother would say something dumb as always.

"Yeah, let's go, whatever."

Damon got back in the car; James opened the jeep's door, ready to get in the driver's seat. He lowered his glare for a second before turning to Felix, who was speechless and shocked.

"I hope you feel as much pain as Deetra felt the moment she saw me, cunt. Have a good day, Robinson, along with your minions!"

He laughed, getting in the car before driving away.

Felix didn't believe in his eyes; he thought Damon would cause some cuts here and there as an act of revenge but just that. He lifted Sophia and held her against him, getting back in the car, making Mason drive them to the nearest hospital.

Something changed in Felix for a second; maybe it was because of his wife on a hospital bed half-dead. The stab was just under the stomach; if he was a bit late, Sophia would be dead. The stab was almost fatal, but Sophia didn't know it as she had believed Hopkins' words. Damon knew anatomy; he just didn't care about her life enough. Sophia's death would humble down Felix, and that would bring a smile to Damon's lips. He wouldn't have him on his arse for a while. Maybe this time, Felix would act right as a husband and stay away from the Hopkins family.

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