Abigail's room was hiding in the back of a long dark hallway on the other side of the mansion. Abigail was pacing around the room; the sound of the gunshot was stuck in her brain here and some time. She tried to look through the door's lock, but nothing was in her view. She cursed softly, biting her tongue with all her force, terrified that something terrible had happened. It's almost an hour after she had heard that sound, but she still had no idea what was going on. She could listen to some people running around here and then but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Could it possibly be Damon? Maybe an execution?" she glared out of the window, her thoughts being too loud even for her. She rubbed her eyes softly, letting a soft groan out of tiredness and frustration. A pair of steps could be heard from the other side of the door as she pressed her ear against the wood.

"Stay with him all night, if anything happens - "

"We promise, Miss Deetra."

"Good."

Abigail bit her tongue again, trying to see through the lock one more time. All she could see was two men and a woman, that was for sure Deetra. Her mind was yelling at her that something was wrong, but she was all locked and stuck in that small room. "Is Damon okay...?" she whispered under her breath, unsure.

After the men went away, Deetra started sobbing. She tried hard to remain calm and not be heard but being beside Abigail's "cell" didn't help the situation. Abigail took a breath and pressed her cheek against the door again.

"How's Damon? I heard a gunshot."

She spoke loudly and clearly; she could feel Deetra flinch and turn around from the other side of the wall. Deetra leaned against the wall, crossing her arms with a soft growl.

"He tried to end his life."

Abigail was left speechless; she moved away from the wall, making a couple of steps back, confused. Damon would never do something like that, wouldn't he? He may be a total criminal, but he seemed happy with his lifestyle and totally accepted the fact of who he indeed was.

"Is he okay, was he hurt, Deetra?"

"He's fine, just curled crying like a seven years old boy."

She chuckled, pressing her skull between her hands, trying not to burst into screams. Abigail had sat down, her cheeks and nose between her fingers, trying to understand what was going on.

"It's your fault he tried to hurt himself, Abigail. I'll never forget that; you're fucking going "home" tomorrow. If it wasn't for James, your corpse would be ditched in a field or something."

Deetra walked away, angry with her. Abigail didn't say a word; it started raining. After a couple of minutes of being in silence, she was sure she was alone. She looked outside; she could see her reflection on the window's glass. There were teardrops on her cheeks, rolling down slowly. She wiped them away with the inside of her arm. "I shouldn't be worried, right? That was my main aim, to kill Damon. I should be a god damn happy he almost ended the job for me." she spoke to herself, staring down. She pressed her lips against the pillow and hugged it tightly. She screamed against it at the top of her lungs, grasping at the ends of the bedsheet. She felt her heart ending in her stomach. She was starting to get nauseous. Abigail shouted again and again till no voice could come out of her mouth. She scratched her cheeks, angry at herself. The thought of a dead Damon didn't end being the best one in her brain. At the end of the day, she still had wild feelings for him. She cared about him and his stupid cute face. She wanted him by her side, maybe for the rest of her life. The woman cursed loudly this time, hitting her hand against the window. She growled, going back to bed desperate and curling under the soft blanket. After a lot of sobbing and crying, she managed to fall asleep. The next day would be fatal.

In the morning, Deetra couldn't have any breakfast; her appetite was gone here and a few hours. She was sitting in the dining room, staring at the gardener taking care of the roses. The warm coffee felt excellent for such a morning. Her stomach felt empty, and there was formed a knot in it. At least, she knew that her brother was safe and fast asleep for the past nine hours. She sipped some of her coffee and looked at the stairs as she heard some steps.

Damon growled, feeling exhausted and hurt. He sat down, still in his pyjama bottom, and looked at Deetra. She chuckled, grabbing another mug and pouring some French roast coffee in it. She left the cup in front of her brother and patted his shoulder softly before sitting back in her seat. Damon held the mug gently. A groan of pain came out of his lips when his injured fingers felt the hot glass. He brought his nose closer to the coffee, letting the pleasant smell fill his nostrils. He raised his eyebrow, confused and glared over Deetra, who was starring back outside.

"That's French roast, not espresso. You know I prefer espresso."

"The espresso is stronger and will destroy your stomach, you barely ate yesterday all day, and I know you won't eat any breakfast."

"Oh fine...."

Damon sipped some coffee; he flinched at the sudden bitter taste, being unused to it. His eyes fell on a plate with chocolate biscuits. He smiled, grabbing one and pushing it playfully in his mouth, munching it loudly. His sister didn't complain about his manners like usual. Instead, she smiled, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

"So, today's the day, hu?"

Damon stopped making noises; he looked down, his eyes reflecting on the brownish coffee. He didn't want to give Abigail back, but he had for the shake of his buddy. His breath got slower, and his eyes fell on his injured hand. He couldn't hold a gun, he was half-useless, and the trade would be dangerous.

"I guess it is."

He had some more coffee, the taste waking him up this time more. Deetra grinned for a second, her pearly white teeth visible. She starred at her own cup of coffee, sipping a bit lost in thoughts. She hit her tongue against her teeth, like trying to confess something to her brother.

"Can I come along?"

"Oh no, no no, too dangerous, Deetra."

Damon was always perpendicular to his views; no one could change his mind quickly, even his own blood. He would try to reason with her, though. He had to make sure Deetra knew how dangerous the situation was.

"I am injured; I'll have a couple of men with me for extra protection but bringing you with me... It's like giving us both away, having two people caught up quickly. I won't risk that."

"But-"

"No buts, that's my final decision."

Deetra rolled her eyes and crossed her arms like a child. She couldn't take "No" as an answer very quickly. She wanted to see James, the soonest, the best. Deetra grabbed one final cup and filled it with coffee. She left it on the table beside the plate of biscuits. She moved both of them towards Damon slowly with a small smile.

"I told her; I heard her crying afterwards. I think it's better if you go and have some coffee with her, even for the last time. She's worried about you, Damon."

Damon looked at the plate and then at the cup. He sighed and put them on a server. He walked upstairs, his steps becoming closer the minute he appeared out of her room. The guard unlocked the door, and Damon walked in before he locked it again.

Abigail was awake; she looked tired, her mascara blurry all over her eyes. She tensed up when she faced an also exhausted Damon with an injured arm. He left the tray on an armchair beside the door and opened his arms, not knowing her reaction. Abigail ran to him, falling right into his hug and ending it with some tears and sobs. He held her tightly, his barely moving fingers trying to play with her hair.

"I am sorry, Abigail."

"Don't do it, please."

"I won't; I am such an idiot."

Abigail brought her hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with slow movements, her fingers scratching against his beard. Damon looked down at her; his eyes were half-opened. She stood on tiptoe, bringing his face closer to hers. She took a small breath and closed her eyes, bringing her lips ever closer to his. Damon glared on her bottom lip for a second and pulled away. Abigail opened her eyes, confused at Damon's attitude. He backed away with slow, steady steps with an awkward smile.

"What are you doing?"

"No, all this was an accident, a terrible mistake."

Abigail stared at him with teary eyes; she raised her arms in the air, angrier. Damon made some more steps back, his back against the door.

"An accident!? A mistake!? Damon, what the fuck are you saying!? So, after all, I was another chick that you've been between her legs!?"

"Yes, another chick I took advantage of to satisfy my needs."

She gasped; tears were streaming now down her rosy cheeks. She looked hurt, almost feeling backstabbed. Damon blinked, trying not to look away and stare right in the eye. He gulped, he could feel his body getting sweaty and his face turning red. Abigail crossed her arms before wiping her tears away with the inside of her fingers. Damon sighed; his spine got straight, and he coughed to fill the silence in the room.

"In three hours, I'll hand you back. Please be ready."

"FUCK YOU!"

Damon sighed again, this time louder. After a bit, he left the room and returned to his sister. He sat down and brought his hands to his face. He could see Deetra in the corner of his eyes, glaring at him from the hallway. She moved closer to him and patted his shoulder softly with a compassionate smile.

"She acted like she was in love with me, she tried to kiss me, and I pushed her away and basically called her a whore even if she's not in front of my eyes."

"We have to let go of her soon. Go have some more sleep; you'll need it."

"What about, Abigail?"

"She'll be fine."

Damon went back to his now clean bedroom; he closed the door and lay down. He stared at the ceiling; the anxiety was filling up his body. Abigail was the first girl he ever truly loved, and she was slipping off his fingers. Oh, how much he actually craved her. She was bad news, though, and neither Mason nor Felix would leave him alone until she returned where she belonged.

He brought his teeth together, closing his eyes. More oxygen than usual penetrated his lungs as he took another short breath. His mind drifted away, and his body soon followed behind as a wave of tiredness covered him. He fell asleep fast, even if his brain was rushing back to the moment where he lit Abigail's cigarette. What if he had never found her? Would he was dead now, along with his sister? But everything happens for a reason. That meeting had to be fatal. He wanted her, couldn't have her, neither understand her.

Damon had messaged Felix the coordinates last night. The place where the trade would take place was a field with cobs practically in the middle of nowhere. No one would see them; he only hoped Felix kept his promise. He couldn't have the police or Felix behind his arse that moment; he had too many issues to take care of.

After a couple of hours, Damon was jerked awake after feeling a hand on his shoulder. His finger got tied around the gun on the bedside table, and he pointed it at the person in front of him, anxious.

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's me!"

Deetra raised her hands with wide eyes. Damon sighed and lay back, letting the gun beside him. He panted softly, still scared, and having his left arm over his eyes.

"I'm sorry for waking you up and scaring you, but it's time."

Damon stopped breathing for a brief second and looked at Deetra, who was all dressed and serious. He chuckled, standing up and flexing his muscles with a yawn.

"Give me ten minutes; I'll have a shower and dress up. Be a sweetheart, and go prepare Abigail for me."

"Ugh, fine, be quick, though."

Deetra snorted and left him alone as Damon rushed to the bathroom to have his shower.

Deetra walked into Abigail's room, two guards behind her. She was sitting by the window sceptical; she knew it was the time. She stood up and fixed her dress, ready for anything.

"Where's Damon?"

"None of your concern. You'll see him when you have to."

She grabbed Abigail's arm with force, dragging her out of the room and made her walk downstairs and to the garage.

"Into the car, now."

Abigail looked Deetra in the eye, murmuring something and getting in the backseat of the black jeep. A bodyguard tied Abigail's eyes with a soft black cloth; it was the same bodyguard that driver Mason and her to the mansion that evening.

"I'm sorry, Deetra."

"You're the "good guy", you're not truly sorry for messing with us."

Deetra closed the car's door and walked away as the bodyguards stayed with Abigail.

After a while, Abigail would hear some familiar steps. She could feel the bodyguards tense up, and a soft smile took over her lips for a second, smelling an also familiar cologne.

"Sir."

"Get in the car."

Damon's voice was more profound than usual, his British accent more visible when he's angry. He sat beside Abigail, a large bag between them. The engine started, and they began to slowly get out of the garage.

"What's in the bag, Damon?"

"All the shit I've bought you, clothes, makeup, phone."

"Oh."

Abigail tried to put her hand over Damon's, but he pulled his away with a quick gesture. She puffed, knowing she was done messing up, and stayed in her seat, silent and still. Damon looked at the cars they were passing by and fixed the gun that was on his right. If anything happened, he could try to shoot with his right hand; it would be something. Better injured than dead.

He swallowed profoundly, seeing the field after thirty minutes; it was empty, no other car around except his. He cursed under his breath quickly, thinking that Felix was playing with his heart and feelings. Seconds later, he saw another black jeep arriving at the field from the opposite side, both stopping a few meters away from each other.

He saw Mason and Felix walk out of the car, fixing their suits but no James around. He gulped, checked his gun one more time, and forcefully held Abigail's left arm, bringing her closer to his lips. She gasped softly, turning her head towards him even if she couldn't see him. The words felt just like poison.

"Goodbye, Abigail."

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