The following day, Felix woke up abruptly by his alarm. He groaned, grabbing his phone and turning it off. He pushed it back on the commode, letting another tired groan. His eyes adjusted to the dark quickly; a bit of light was getting in the bedroom from the shutter. He looked at his wife that was sleeping peacefully; a small smile took over his lips. He brought his fingers through her blonde hair, combing them gently. He left the bed, dressing up lazily.

Sophia opened her eyes a bit, bringing the blanket closer to her nude body. Felix fixed the tie around his neck, glaring at her with a soft grin. "Morning, my love," Felix spoke gently as she smiled sleepily. "Good morning, darling..." Sophia yawned, closing her eyes in seconds.

"Can't you stay a bit more..?"

"I have to go to work, honey."

"UUUgh..."

She groaned, pushing the blanket over her head making Felix laugh. He sat beside her, taking the blanket off her silhouette with a chuckle. She groaned again, trying to grab the blanket again, but Felix wasn't letting her.

"Why don't you wake up, too? You can come with me to work today, love."

"Not today..."

"Why not today?"

"I am sleepy. and I feel low-key tired..."

Felix rolled his eyes, kissing her forehead softly before standing up. "Will you be up till afternoon?" he glared at her, opening the bedroom's door, ready to leave.

"Yeah, why?"

"So, we'll have lunch at least, together."

"Sounds nice, yeah, sure."

"Oh, thank you, sleepyhead."

He chuckled, leaving the room and closing the door behind. Felix had woken up in a good mood; it was strange. It was Monday, the start of a fresh week, and he didn't know what to expect this time. His drive to his work was quiet. He parked his car and went straight to his office. He sat down, turning on his computer before hearing a knock. "Come in...." he yawned in need of some coffee, seeing one of his employees, Daniel.

"Sir, you need to see this."

"What wrong?"

Felix stood up, going beside him, and took a good look at the paper that the man was holding. The drug market was too low today; there were barely any big trades. He grabbed it, bringing it closer to his face. Smiley didn't make any trades today at all. No buys, no-sells. "Dear... Jesus!" Felix exclaimed in happiness, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He couldn't believe in his eyes, Smiley's popularity was going down the drain.

"How did this happen..!?"

"I don't know, sir, but Smiley appears to be really low in the black market the last twenty-four hours. No trades at all; a lot of his customers have chosen another dealer already; he's losing people fast."

"That's more than good..."

Felix grinned, letting the paper in his office. Daniel left the room when Felix sat down. He crossed his legs, still staring at the paper before pushing it into Damon's file. Well, it wasn't exactly his file; it was more his whole family's file. Started from Damon's father, continued to him, and probably end there. Felix didn't believe Damon would have kids or find a good lover. He chuckled, letting the file back in the drawer with a smile. The week started good for him, better than he expected. He sipped some of his coffee; maybe sending Abigail was a good idea. Now all he had to do was wait and see the results. Damon would destroy his own life one way or another and take his sister with him. Abigail would decline her feelings towards Damon and possibly end up with Mason. There was a whole plan; Felix wanted everything to go according to his words.

On the other side of London, a mansion that was dipped in silence was lying. There wasn't much noise all day, and no one around had seen Damon. Deetra had some coffee and looked through today's newspaper. She chuckled before looking at the stairs; Damon hadn't woken up yet; it was a bit strange. He usually was awake by ten am. It was almost eleven am, Damon was nowhere to be found. She glared at her hand watch and stood up, going straight to his bedroom. She knocked on the door, pushing her ear against it. Damon left a soft groan, mumbling something. Deetra couldn't understand what, but she opened the door anyway.

Damon was under the blankets, half-naked and half-asleep. He barely could open his eyes or say a word even if he didn't appear drunk or high. Deetra opened the windows; Damon cursed, feeling the light against his face. She scoffed and crossed her arms. Damon took his head off the blankets and scratched his beard, his eyes still closed.

"It's eleven am."

"What..."

Damon's sleepy voice echoed in the room as he yawned, rubbing his eyes trying to wake up. Deetra turned on her iPhone and sat beside him. She shoved it up in his face, Damon pupil's widened.

"We're losing customers, Damon. Wake up."

"What... H-How! Is it because I slept more than usual?"

Deetra slapped him across the face harshly, making him lose his breath for a couple of seconds. "What the hell, Deetra...." he looked at the phone and then at her.

"You've been staying more in bed lately, barely giving attention to the business. Since this whole thing with Abigail happened, you barely motivate yourself to even dress up and do everyday things."

Damon glared away; he didn't say anything back. Deetra was right, again, but he decided to ignore her a bit more this one time. Abigail had burned his passion for the family business after saying that they don't fit together. Everything was going downhills; he lied back and sighed.

"Don't let a chick from high school destroy you, Damon. You let her make us lose money!?"

"I need a break, please...."

Damon usually wouldn't plead for anything, but he really needed a break right now after all the shit that went down the last days. Deetra patted his head and rolled her eyes.

"A break?"

"I've been doing this shit almost ten years non-stop. I need a break for god's shake...!"

"Fine, accepted. I'll take over the business for a bit and bring all the clients back; you'll see it. I guess you need some... holidays sometimes, too."

"Thank you so much, sister! I am so sure you'll do amazing...."

Damon curled back to sleep; Deetra walked out, closing the door behind her. She checked her watch again and decided to check on James. After bringing him half-dead back to her mansion, she took care of his wounds as much as she could. Some of them were infected; soon or later, she brought a real doctor to see them. Some hours later, he seemed better and tried to go home. She insisted he stays in a guest room for the night, at least. Deetra stayed by his side till he fell asleep in her arms. Now, she had to take care of two men and the business. She sighed, rubbing her cheeks, remembering that one time when she was little. The twin's father got seriously injured when a trade went wrong, and he had to stay in bed for a couple of days. Their mother had to take care of her husband, two kids, and the business. Deetra never understood how her mother made her way out alive. She was a true hero in front of her eyes, never knew how she managed to stand on her ground after her father disappeared.

She opened gently the door of the bedroom James had spent the night. James was awake, reading a book that he had found in the bookcase across the room.

"Morning...."

Deetra waved her hand softly, peeking inside the room from the hallway. James hadn't seen her, so he jumped at the voice that was heard out of nowhere. Deetra giggled, receiving a chuckle back.

"Morning, darling... Come in, don't be shy."

Deetra rolled her eyes, walking in and closing the door. She smiled; sitting beside him, James let the book down and held her hand with both his. He kissed it softly and glared at her.

"How are you?"

"Well, the burns on my arm still hurt a lot but fine, I guess. Plus, I hope the wound on my cheek heals and doesn't leave a scar behind."

Deetra brushed her fingers over his cheek, James let a soft groan of pain. "Sorry..." she mumbled under her breath, but James just smiled.

"I need your help."

"What can I do for you?"

"Damon isn't at his best, he needs a break, and we're losing clients too quickly."

"How can I help?"

He let her hand, his fingers brushed softly through his dark hair.

"Well, I'll take over this shithole of a business for a bit. I need you by my side."

"Of course, love."

"I have some plans in mind, but for now, I just want you to relax your muscles and get better. The injuries were... dear Jesus, some were really harsh."

"Felix wasn't playing around."

Deetra looked down, worried; James held her face between his hands with a soft smile.

"I'm fine, I promise. The only bad thing out of all of this is that I lost Abigail and Mason."

"You didn't."

Deetra pushed her hands lazily over his when James glared at her, confused.

"She probably wears the bracelet you got for her."

"Oh right, Felix broke my phone into billion pieces, though, and I don't know if I manage to have access to it through my laptop."

He puffed angrily; Deetra bit her bottom lip. There would be some way they could find them.

"Why do you want to be in contact with them, anyway? Felix may harm you more if you get close to them, again."

"I need to find more about them, this whole organization they've been working with... I think it's dangerous for the black market, more than I expected... Anyway, when I go by my apartment, I'll try to have access to the bracelet through my laptop, hoping Abigail didn't throw it away or something...."

"Okay, okay, I understand. How about you have some breakfast with me, and then we can go to your apartment and find out if the bracelet is still working?"

"Seems like a plan to me."

On the other hand, Mason was slowly waking up; the pain had taken over his body along with a terrible headache from the alcohol. He cursed under his breath and stared for a couple of seconds at the ceiling, trying to understand where he was. He looked around the room and found the room quite familiar. He groaned, understanding that he was in Abigail's guest room. "Dammit...." he groaned, opening the door as slow as he could so it doesn't make any noise. He scanned the long hallway in front of him and took a step towards it, closing the door gently behind him. After some steps, he was at the end of the hallway. He peeked into the living room, facing Abigail. She's sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed and a dark green mug between her hands. She was focused on her laptop, searching for something. Mason couldn't see good, but he knew she was working on a case. He stepped into the living room, standing a couple of meters away from her. Abigail turned her chin, her glare on his silhouette.

"Good morning, Mason. How did you sleep?"

Mason stared at her, standing straight and not moving at all. He opened his mouth and looked around the living room; it didn't change a lot from the last time he had visited her apartment. She chuckled softly, seeing his confused face; Mason was acting like he had just woken up from a coma.

"...Morning... How the hell did I end up here."

"Felix found you drunk in a park and decided to bring you here to spend the night."

"Oh."

"Want some coffee?"

Abigail lifted her mug, Mason sat beside her, still looking around. His eyes stopped on her colourful mug and then on her.

"I don't drink coffee, Abigail. Some black tea would be fine."

"Of course..."

She stood up, going straight to the kitchen, Mason mumbling under his breath. "How the hell she forgot that I don't like goddamn coffee...." Mason took a breath and leaned back, crossing his arms. He puffed in anger; he probably meant nothing to her now after the little adventure she had with Damon. After a while, Abigail stepped into the living room, holding another mug. She smiled, handing it gently to him. The anger on Mason's face was still visible when he brought the crimson mug close to his lips. He sipped a bit; it's been a while since he had Abigail's company. He could feel her stare at him; Mason turned his head; all his attention was on her now.

"Don't we have to go to work?"

"Felix gave us a day off; he wanted us to spend it... together."

Abigail tried to put her hand over his, Mason took it away in seconds, turning his face the other way. He stood silently beside her, dipped in anger as Abigail was trying to talk to him.

"I have nothing to say to you, Abigail."

"Let's just spend the day together as... buddies as we used to... Nothing has changed, Mason."

"Everything has changed, Abigail."

He pulled his body away from her; this time, he looked at her. She gulped and tried to hold his hand again. He sighed, defended, and let her. He wanted to hear what she had to say about the whole situation.

"It's my fault that everything went wrong, I know, Mason. We were on a mission, and I blew up everything. I put us both in more danger without reason. I know what I did was - "

"Did you have sex with Damon?"

Abigail jumped at the sudden question. Mason's tone was serious and monotone. She didn't know if she wanted to say the truth. She had thought if she wanted to fix her relationship with Mason.

"Yes. Quite a lot... times."

Mason looked down and took away his hand, bringing it to his thigh with a sudden move. He kept looking down and gulped loudly; Abigail noticed it. She knew she had fucked up everything.

"James was right, huh..."

"James?"

She whispered under her breath, hearing his name. Her eyes fell on the bracelet around her hand; he created this question in Mason's head for sure.

"I tried so hard to support you... so, so hard... When you called me Damon in the car by accident, my soul cried for a second, and now you tell me you slept with him, too, not once but MULTIPLE times!?"

Mason stood up; the anger was more than visible in his voice. His cheeks were turning crimson red, and his hands were curled in fists.

"How the fuck Felix still lets you work for him!? After screwing up such an important mission and fucking one of the two victims!?"

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

She lowered her head; she was so close to tears.

"I can't believe you, Abigail. You have disappointed me so much."

The word "disappoint" was too harsh for her; Abigail started tearing and burst into tears a couple of seconds later. She hid her face in her palms, trying to not embarrass herself more. It wasn't the first time that Mason saw her crying, but the reason she was crying was embarrassing to her. Every one of Mason's words was echoing in her mind; he was absolutely right.

Mason softened for a second, his face muscles relaxed along with his tight fists. Seeing her cry and say sorry again and again wasn't the best sight. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He reopened them and swallowed his saliva.

"Tell Felix I can't do this crap. Bye, Abigail."

Mason left and hit the door behind with force, not caring. Abigail could hear him go quickly down the stairs and leave. She cursed and grabbed her phone, trying to calm herself. She typed a familiar number and brought it to her ear, wiping away her tears.

"Yes, Abigail..."

"He got angry, like a lot angry, and left. I don't know where he went."

"Why did he get angry?"

There was silence for a bit; Abigail was used to it, though. Her phone calls with Felix always had some stops where there was pure silence, usually after Felix asking her a question. A question where she didn't want to answer or didn't know the answer to.

"I told him the truth."

"Which is?"

"I slept with Damon."

"Oh, bloody hell, Abigail!"

Felix groaned, bringing the phone closer to his mouth.

"Now I have to find him, fantastic!"

"Felix..."

"I have no idea where he went... Maybe home, maybe to that park...."

"I want to quit."

Felix stopped talking and sighed.

"Well, this isn't the best time to talk about something like that, Abigail."

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