Meanwhile, James wasn't having any fun with Mason around. Mason was on his phone, looking through Twitter in boredom. James was looking around, still trying to find a way to escape except the door. Nothing, the room didn't have windows or anything that he could take advantage of. He growled softly, looking back at Mason. Mason stared back, still seeming tired and bored. He sighed, pushing his phone lazily in his jeans' pocket and walking towards James, who was still tied down.

"What are you looking at, Jamesy-boy? Looking for Deetra?"

Mason giggled; James wasn't that fascinated by his comment, though. He leaned back, not answering Mason's sarcastic question. Mason fixed his shirt, still glaring at James. James looked away, trying to ignore the awkward silence in the room. Mason moved his lips close to James' right ear.

"Man, the way she was glaring at me. Was it only so you get jealous? Was it only so she could learn who was I? Deetra is truly magnificent, isn't she? Rocking her hips against the "good guy"?"

"Oh shut up, Mason."

Mason flinched hearing James; his teasing hadn't worked at all. He scoffed, staying by James' right side. His eyes brightened up for a second as he licked his lips.

"You can have the chick, James, for all I care. All I want is to finish my mission. I am in love with a wonderful woman, and if I ever did anything with Deetra, it would be a one-night stand."

James gulped, half angry when he heard him call her a "one-night stand", hearing Mason's voice ring against his ears. He moved his body towards Mason abruptly, making Mason move a quick step back. James clenched his teeth, trying to stay calm. Anger would obfuscate his critical thinking. That's what Mason wanted, James to be weak so he can't escape. He didn't know any of his weaknesses except Damon's sister.

"Do you ever shut up, for real? What's yo wonderful girl, Mason? Oh, is it Abigail?"

Mason fixed his tie with a soft groan. It was his time to try to remain calm. He knew that James had understood his little plan and craved some payback.

"None of your business."

"Oh, it's my business as long as you spit shit about Deetra."

"You really think you're strong, hu? Felix nearly broke your hand back at the bar that night."

"I forgive him cause he brought me closer to Deetra."

James laughed with a grin as Mason rolled his eyes, mumbling something.

"Your girlfriend is getting railed by Damon; get over it."

"What."

James closed his mouth with a smile before starting to whistle a melody. Mason had started to lose his patience, grabbing James from his shirt while biting his tongue. James gasped softly, acting like he spat a terrible secret by accident. His heartbeat was fast; he could feel it down against his belly.

"You like Abigail, don't you? Man, oh, such a wrong chοice."

He laughed right at Mason's face without feeling bad at all. Mason felt his breath abandon him for a second; a knot was formed immediately in his stomach. He pressed the fingers of his left arm into a fist while still holding James' white shirt with the other. He raised his arm, ready to hurt him, when Felix walked in with a cup of coffee.

"Mason."

"Boss."

Mason sighed, letting go of James quickly before fixing his clothes. He groaned mad, walking towards his boss, his face crimson red. Felix patted Mason's shoulder softly as he exited the room, trying to keep himself together.

"I brought you some Irish coffee, James."

"I'd prefer straight whiskey, to be honest."

James smiled, his teeth visible to Felix. He rolled his eyes, bringing the cup to James' dried lips. James looked at him, scoffing softly and glaring away.

"Oh, just drink. You're too important to be poisoned."

"Too important? Oh, thank you."

James chuckled, sipping a bit; the whiskey felt good against his oesophagus.

"I called Damon. You'll return home in exchange for Abigail."

James starred at Felix for a couple of seconds; he couldn't lose Abigail. He had to learn who these people are and why they want Damon gone.

"Are you spies? Police? What?"

"Spies is such a fancy word. You could call us that. What are you, James, though?"

"Hitman."

Felix was left speechless, hearing James be so open and honest with him.

"Deetra must be so scared, having you run around in danger."

"You and your coworker really like dragging Deetra around, hu?"

Felix laughed, grabbing the chair that was in front of James and sitting down. He got a packet from his pocket, opened it, and took out a cigarette. He lit it up without hesitation and offered one to James. James chuckled, his hands still tied behind his back.

"I don't smoke anymore."

"And you did the right thing, James."

Felix laughed for one more time, puffing the smoke at his face, making James cough roughly. He growled but tried to ignore Felix.

"You know James, there's something that we both have in common."

"You and me? Oh, tell me."

James giggled with a sassy attitude. "There's nothing that connects the two of us, Felix," he thought and stared right into Felix's eyes. Felix held the cigarette between his index and middle finger, continuing what he was saying.

"We're in love with a pretty woman; the difference is mine is legal."

"Oh, you're kidding me."

James tried to hold back his laugh, making Felix chuckle darkly. He finished his cigarette and pressed it against James' right arm. The cigarette end burned through his shirt and left a burning sensation on his skin along with a dark mark. James hissed at the touch of the cigarette against his skin. He pressed his lips together and tried to ignore the pain; Felix lit up another cigarette.

"My wife is a delicate flower, James. Deetra is just hiding in the shadow of a big drug baron. They're way different."

"Your wife is a bitch who fell in love with a sadist."

Felix pressed another cigarette against James' arm. James wouldn't close his mouth any time soon. He flinched but tried to ignore the sharp pain.

"Repeat it but slower."

"Bitch. Who. Loved. sadist."

Felix stood up abruptly and grabbed James' chin with force, making him look at him. He was starting to get angry with his words. He punched him harshly, almost breaking his nose. James coughed, a bit of blood dripped down his bottom lip. He laughed, though, ignoring it.

"You wish Deetra was an angel, James. You wish."

"Nice punch, mate."

Felix scoffed, punching him again with more anger and force. Similarly, James spat some blood but didn't do anything. His right cheek was half bruised but didn't hurt at all.

"Untie me, Felix. You're not playing fair. Did Sophia reject you, sweetheart? No sex for you? Not everyone can have a big cock like me, Felix; it's okay."

James teased Felix badly; he didn't have the patience anymore. He punched him again and again until his anger had disappeared.

Felix was panting heavily, his knuckles were painted red, and he had some time to restore his breath. James' face was bleeding badly; he was trying to hide his pain with a grin. James wasn't a person that could be broken easily. That was his job, anyway. James laughed at Felix's face, spitting straight at him. His saliva was darker than the blood on Felix's fingers. Felix fixed his shirt, the blood covering it here and there.

"You think you're strong, James?"

"I am."

Felix laughed, walking out of the room, leaving behind an injured James.

Meanwhile, Damon tried to collect some courage and talk to Abigail. Random thoughts were slowly filling his brain. Deetra was in her bedroom, trying to have some sleep, so her nerves calm down a bit. Damon walked past the bodyguard, getting in the room and locking the door firmly.

Abigail was lying on the bed, her cheek pressed against the satin pillow. She was curled into a ball, fast asleep. Damon rolled his eyes, his face softening quickly, seeing his love. He moved silently across the room and sat beside her. Damon pressed his thin fingers against her cheek and then through her hair like he tried to comb them.

He sighed with his fingertips against her exposed neck. He closed his eyes, gulping and wrapping his left hand around her throat with a harsh movement, almost choking her. He swallowed again, this time harder. He applied some pressure. His stomach was filled with acid making him nauseous. Abigail flinched, her eyes opening wide in seconds. Small words left her lips as he applied more and more pressure, not caring about her ugly reactions. Damon grinned, putting his right hand on top of his left, still pressing harshly.

"D-Damon...."

"Shut up, you destroyed my life."

He felt the last breath against his skin and then nothing, just silence except the birds that were tweeting outside the window.

Damon opened his eyes. He took a big breath. His little fantasy seemed so relieving to him, his eyes on Abigail's silhouette. He pushed his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently to wake her up. Abigail let a sigh, opening her eyes. She moved away from him in a quick movement; Damon was left motionless, staring at her.

"What do you want, Damon."

"Oh, now I'm Damon? I'm not your sweetheart, darling, something? Anyways, fuck it, tomorrow's the day. You're going home, away from my mess, hu?"

"Damon...."

"Your stupid friend has James; I want my friend back. You have to go."

"Damon...."

"I thought you were different but ended up hurting my feelings like every female I have met, dammit!"

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!"

Damon closed his mouth, remaining silent. He glared at her with tears in the corner of his amber eyes. She sighed softly, pressing her palms softly against his cold cheekbones with a smile.

"I love you for real. It's wrong. You did the right thing; James is way more important than me to you. You did the absolute right thing, Damon. Stop silently torturing yourself; it's okay. Maybe, I'm the bad person here, not you."

"I don't want to lose you, Abigail. I deserve you."

"I don't deserve YOU, though."

She wiped his tears, leaving a kiss on his cheek back before lying back down. Damon's eyes were puffy now, his face sweaty. He walked out, locking the door one more time.

He went to his own bedroom, bursting into tears the moment he closed the door behind his silhouette. He grabbed a vase that was lying peacefully on top of his commode, throwing it with force on the floor, breaking it into a hundred small parts. "FUCK!" he exclaimed, having a bad temper. He curled his fingers into fists punching in the air screaming at the top of his lungs. A pool of tears was streaming down his crimson cheeks as he was ugly crying. He grabbed some books on the shelves, throwing him across the room with anger, almost tearing apart one of them. He turned his head abruptly, looking at himself in the mirror. He flinched at the show of his own pathetic self. He lost his breath. His sobbing had taken over the room. His left hand had turned into a punch, ready for anything.

"You're pathetic, a god damn mess. Dad was right all this time. You're disgusting; you thought that if you'd stop smoking crack, your life would turn for the better! Dad left because of YOU! Mom was left alone because of YOU! Deetra's unhappy because of... of...."

Damon took a better look at himself; he looked like his father in his eyes. He felt like a monster; he felt like he had left behind Deetra. He knew that none of this would have happened if he had never slept with Abigail. He had taken risks, and now the consequences were rising like the sea's level, slowly but painfully.

"YOU! YOU ARE THE MISTAKE HERE, FUCK OFF EVERYONE'S LIFE ALREADY!"

Damon punched the mirror with all his strength, breaking it immediately. He cursed, again and again, hitting each time with all his force, not caring about his bloody fist and badly cut fingers.

After what seemed an eternity to him, he stopped. There was barely left any glass in the mirror. The remaining one was filled with random cracks. He was panting like crazy. His left arm, along with the shirt, was ruined by the blood. He swore under his breath, taking the shirt off in a couple of seconds, still angry with himself.

"Great, now I can barely hold a gun and protect myself... idiot...."

He puffed, pressing the shirt against his bleeding hand, wincing from the sudden pain. He sat on the bed, looking down and barely blinking. He took the gun from the pocket bound around his waist and left it gently beside him. He looked at it for a brief second, grabbing it with his clean hand. He pointed the gun at the window closing his left eye, trying to aim, his hand shaking like crazy.

"Fuck, I can't do it."

He groaned, lying back intense. He closed his eyes and took a big breath to calm himself. He pressed his tongue against his teeth. A bitter taste had taken over his mouth and oesophagus.

"Alcohol or cocaine? What's gonna mess up more with my mind?"

He looked at the ceiling, his eyes half-opened from tiredness.

"Why not both? What's the difference anyway."

He chuckled darkly, opening a wooden drawer, a small bottle of whiskey hiding in the darkness. He took it out, starring at the label with blurry eyes. "Macallan 30 Year Old Sherry Oak...." Damon read loud, opening the bottle quickly and chucking almost half of it within seconds. He pressed his back against the wall, having another sip and looking outside as the sun was going down. He put all his strength against the wall, slowly moving downwards and sitting on the floor, with his knees against his chest.

Damon sobbed softly, bringing his other hand to his face trying to rub his eyes. He growled in pain, remembering the cuts on his hand. He sighed softly, close to hitting the back of his head to the wall. The man gulped harshly, having another sip of whiskey, this time a big one.

After some more sips, Damon stood up with difficulty, throwing himself against the window looking outside. It was eleven pm, his eyes were stuck on the sky that was darker than the bruises on his arm. He licked his lips, turned around with a sharp movement, and looked around the bedroom for any remaining drugs. The drug baron walked towards the drawer that he had found the alcohol previously, hoping more hiding in the darkness. Damon stuck his hand in the drawer, moving it around hopelessly. His eyes shined when he felt a plastic material against his skin. He grabbed the small bag taking it out, and waving it softly in the air with a smile.

"A bit, but enough for me right now."

His mind gave him a flashback; this was left behind when he had decided to stop his addictions. He chuckled, opening the bag and whistling low with a grin. Damon let the powder touch the wooden surface of the drawer, his face still dipped in happiness and excitement. He took one of his credit cards out of his leather wallet, and he created three thin lines out of the white powder. The kingpin opened his wallet again, but this time took out the 100$ bill he had in it. He continued whistling, rolling it with gentle movements. Damon brought it to his nostril, closing his eyes with a smile. After three good snorts, his eyes had moved backwards, feeling relieved that he was feeding his old addictions again.

He drank more whiskey, leaning against the wall beside the window, trying to look outside for one more time. His eyesight was blurry; everything was spinning around. He leaned against the wall for one more time, finishing the bottle of expensive alcohol and arming his gun towards the glass. His eyes stuck on an owl sitting on a branch. The man chuckled softly, triggering the gun. The bullet went through the window, barely touching the owl that flew away from the sudden noise. Damon groaned, seeing the glass against his shoes but slightly moved or cared. On the other hand, many bodyguards were rushing towards Damon's room, worried about their boss, believing someone had trespassed the security.

Deetra had woken up by the sudden noise, too. Her blood had turned cold, and her brother was the only thing rushing through her mind. Damon was always violent and brutal towards himself, breaking something here and there, but this gunshot was something new and out of Damon's logic. She opened the door, slowly stepping out of the room in her nightgown. She turned her head around, looking scared. Her eyes widened, seeing a couple of men running towards her brother's room. She moved quickly, stepping into his room seconds before the guards follow her.

The sight was way different from what she was expecting. A total mess, broken glass, and torn paper. The window's glass half-broken; someone had, for sure, shot through it. Damon's left arm was covered in dried blood, the wounds on his fingers unbearable. He cursed under his breath pressing the muzzle under his chin harshly. Deetra was left speechless, staring straight into Damon's eyes.

"What the hell are you doing...."

"I AM DONE! SO FUCKING DONE! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"

Deetra tried to walk towards him, away from the glasses as she was barefoot. She swallowed deeply, raising her arms gently, talking to him gently.

"Damon... please... This... This is not you- "

"FOR FUCK'S SHAKE, DEETRA. STAY AWAY, OR I'LL PULL THE GOD DAMN TRIGGER."

Damon aimed the gun at his head with a quick movement, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don't let a woman destroy you, Damon. This is not the end; there is so much more in life- "

"Life? LIFE!? YOU CALL THIS "A LIFE"!? HIDING FROM EVERYONE, BARELY LIVING THE WAY WE WANT?! HALF-DESTROYED WITH A DEAD MOTHER AND AN UNKNOWN FATHER!?"

"Damon... You're my brother, I love you, but you deserve way better than a bullet through your skull. James waits for you; you are so much better than Abigail, Mason, and Felix. Plus, they want you dead, don't let them receive such excitement."

Deetra held her brother's wet cheeks between her sloppy fingers. She gave him a small smile, rubbing them softly, her right arm moving towards the gun, wrapping her thin fingers around it slowly and hauling it away, giving it to a bodyguard. Damon fell on his knees, being a total crying mess. Deetra kneeled, holding him between her arms and letting him cry against her chest. She made a sign with her fingers so the bodyguards will leave them alone, and soon the room was again empty except for them. The only sound was Damon's crying and sobbing, but his sister didn't mind.

"It's okay, brother... I am here for you... Everything will be better, I swear, after the trade."

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