Damon woke up confused the following day as the sun's light was coming in from the window. The sheets were blue and clearly not his. His head, along with his body, felt terrible, and he knew it was on the way to a bad hangover. He glared at the silhouette beside him; the naked person moved and breathed deeply before pulling the blanket closer to their body. Damon lifted his face looking at the muscular man in awe. "Bloody hell...." he whispered, leaving the bed in shock. He started looking around for his clothes; it took him some time to find his shirt. "Wallet, keys, helmet... Wait, where's my phone!?" he started panicking, looking through the whole bedroom anxious. It was twelve pm, Deetra would kill him. After more research, he spotted it on the coffee table in the living room. He grabbed it quickly, finding ten missed calls from Deetra and five from Brianna. "Shit, shit, shit...." he cursed, peaking for one last time in the bedroom; Gedeon was asleep. He unlocked the main door and rushed down the stairs with wide eyes.

Damon was quick to put on the helmet and ride off, away from the block of flats. The engine was making loud noises as he was speeding, moving between the running cars without hesitation. He managed to arrive at the mansion safe and sound strangely.

He ran inside the mansion, hoping that everyone was asleep, even if it would be difficult. Brianna and Deetra were in the dining room, and Damon tried to walk upstairs without them noticing him before failing.

"Where have you been?"

Deetra asked without turning her face; Damon gulped and tried to find an excuse. She lifted her cup of coffee and sipped angrily.

"I-I...."

"Do you know how many times I called you? I thought you were kidnapped or something."

"I am sorry, Deetra- "

"You still haven't answered my question."

"I was busy."

"With what?"

"None of your business! Jesus!"

He walked upstairs calmly before wheezing. Deetra rolled her eyes; Brianna was looking outside while stirring her cup of tea.

"Damon's behaviour has changed here and a couple of days."

"Deetra, can I confess something?"

"Of course! Is everything alright?"

"About that night that your brother returned home stressed and mad and we had sex afterwards...."

"Yes, what about that?"

"At some point, while we were having sex, he called me... uh... Abigail."

"... What?"

Deetra stared at her in shock, trying to believe her ears; that must be a sick joke; Deetra didn't want to deal with that woman ever again. She trusted her brother, saying he was over her already, but Brianna's words irritated her.

"I didn't say anything cause he would feel embarrassed, and please don't mention anything to him! I just wanted you to know...."

"Yes, yes, I won't... I still have to talk to him."

Deetra sipped from her coffee in bitterness. She hoped Damon didn't fall all the way down again.

On the other side of the mansion, Damon had a shower trying to get over his hangover. He dressed up in fresh clothes and fixed his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror. He still didn't know what to think or say; he got drunk and had sex- just with the wrong gender. He barely remembered details, only Gedeon's face and body. Damon rubbed his eyes, wishing everything was a bad dream.

His phone started vibrating; he jumped back, fearing it was Gedeon. He didn't want to see him again, of course! He starred over it with half-opened eyes before answering it, ready to hear the male voice from the other side of the line.

"Greetings, Hopkins."

Damon was correct; there was a man but not Gedeon. He understood the voice in seconds before groaning, annoyed. He didn't want more trouble in his life right now.

"Ugh, you! What the bloody hell do you want, Robinson!?"

"Simply talk to you. Do you have any free time?"

"If you want to murder me, take a bloody number and get in the waiting line!"

Felix laughed for a split second before growling softly; Damon rolled his eyes; the headache was too intense for Felix's little games.

"I want us to meet, Damon."

Damon froze, hearing his words, and sat on the bed before gulping.

"A meeting? Where?"

"How about at the café that's close to the national gallery?"

"Sure... When?"

"In thirty minutes."

"Deal. No bodyguards, though."

"Of course, Hopkins. Can't wait to... see you."

Felix hung up the call; the only sounds in the bedroom that could be heard were the beeping from Damon's phone and his loud heartbeat. If Robinson wanted to talk to him, something was wrong, and he somehow was trapped. "Shit...." he swore, leaving his bedroom and walking downstairs, both his sister's and Brianna's eyes on him.

"What?"

"You look anxious, is there something you want to share with us?"

"I am fine, bugger off you two! Always between my legs, don't you have anything better to do!? Lord!"

Damon left angry, grabbing one of his car's keys; Deetra rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Rude...." Brianna mumbled, receiving a nod from her friend.

And as Damon was rushing to go to the café, the stress and anxiety in him were slowly and steadily building up. Damon was outside the café in less than twenty minutes, panting. He had to act tough and don't negotiate with Felix about any stupid shit. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a second, "Everything's gonna be fine, Damon, calm down." he thought; Felix didn't have anything against him or thought so.

Damon's eye caught Felix on a table holding a dark-coloured folder. He gulped and walked towards him with his hands in his black pants' pockets before taking a seat opposite him.

"Hello, Hopkins."

"Be quick, Robinson; I don't have any time for your bullshit."

"Oh no, I am just here to blackmail you."

"You blackmail me? HA! Go ahead!"

"My first thought was to tell the Italians that you raped a woman, but that wouldn't really shake your reputation."

"Oh, Abigail, right! I forgot I was accused of rape, too! Such a shame the mafia rape women all the time, and such an accusation would make me more famous among them."

Damon chuckled, looking at him straight in the eyes; Felix gasped softly, seeing that the drug baron knew about Abigail's words. He wondered who would have told him.

"Then, I searched a bit more into the Italians and found out they really hate gays."

Damon gulped; his neck felt dry and his limbs out of place. He didn't really like where this conversation was heading to.

"And?"

Felix opened the folder with a smile, whistling an old song before letting a couple of pictures on the table. Damon narrowed his eyebrows and glared at them, the photos leaving him speechless. His heartbeat had risen quickly, and he could feel his heart ready to burst, and suddenly his hands were sweaty and shaking. There he was, having sex with a man, a man he met yesterday named Gedeon.

"Where did you find these? What the bloody hell is this!?"

"Well, who would have known that a big arse drug baron like you is a faggot, hu?"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Robbinson."

"It would be a shame if Italians found out you like fucking men; they'd probably skin you alive!"

Felix laughed as Damon crossed his arms close to his chest while tapping his foot. The shirt felt too tight around his body as he bit his tongue.

"Do whatever you want, Felix; you're probably bluffing, anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"First of all, I am not a faggot, and secondly, go ahead and tell the Italians that I suck dick for all I care. They won't believe a single word that's coming out of your little mouth, and they'd -well- skin you alive in the end. The mafia doesn't have the best relationship with the government."

Felix leaned back and looked away with a slight smirk trying not to lose his patience. He had the upper hand until now but seeing Damon not panicking or caring at all was a bad omen. He started worrying that his evidence wasn't enough; plus, the drug lord was right; they wouldn't believe someone that's basically a policeman. He ground his teeth and put the photos back in the folder before holding tightly onto it. Robinson stood up with a groan and left the table, leaving Damon behind alone. Damon started rubbing his face in a panic, knowing he had fucked up when he was out of sight. The Italians will never forgive him if they see those photos, and Lazaro would never make a deal with him ever again. Sooner or later, a mafia boss would murder him.

He couldn't handle this situation alone, and he needed his sister's help desperately or even James'. He got to his car and went back to his home, ready to talk to his sister. Thankfully, when he arrived, he found Deetra in the living room along with Brianna. He growled, seeing her in front of him for one more time before pulling his sibling away from her friend with force.

"What the hell, Damon!?"

"I need to talk to you RIGHT NOW!"

"You could just say that not break my wrist, ya know!"

"Shut up and c'mon."

Damon pulled Deetra upstairs, away from Brianna as he knew how much she liked gossiping. He pushed her into the first room in front of him before closing the door behind them. He sighed, seeing that it was their parent's bedroom.

"Why the fuck you brought me all the way here to our parent's bedroom? Are you out of your mind!?

"First of all, it's mom's bedroom, not our parent's bedroom- "

"Did you bring me here so we can fight if it's mom's or dad's and mom's bedroom!?"

Damon sighed and rubbed his eyes stressed, seeing Deetra already angry wasn't good.

"I fucked up."

"You fucked up? That's rare."

She chuckled with crossed arms, it wasn't the best time to show devaluation, but she did it anyway.

"Felix is blackmailing me!"

"Blackmail? With what?"

"Explicit photos of me having sex!"

"Okay? I still don't understand. No one will care for such pictures, Damon- "

"... With a man."

Damon mumbled the last part while looking down; he didn't want to see his sister's reaction yet.

"What?"

"Deetra, let me explain- "

"Explain? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MIND!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? Oh my god, oh my god, my brother is gay- "

"Deetra, please- "

"YOU'RE A FAGGOT, WHAT'S MORE, TO EXPLAIN IN THIS!? The Italians will murder us both, congrats!"

Deetra was panting, walking around the room stressed; Damon was glaring at her every step calm. Usually, Damon was the anxious one and Deetra the calm one.

"Deetra- "

"Maybe Lazaro was right when he said that you shouldn't be hanging around the bodyguards too much when we were young! Maybe that turned you gay- "

"I AM NOT GAY; I AM A BLOODY BISEXUAL MAN, SHUT UP; I AM NOT A FAGGOT!"

Deetra turned around and glared at him for a split second; in that second, they were both panting, and there was silence in the room. Then, she walked closer to him, her high heels echoing through the bedroom before slapping him across the face. She used so much force that a reddish mark was left behind on his pale cheek.

It was the first time that Damon saw so much hate in his sister's eyes. So much hate towards him. There were times he did terrible things, and when he announced that there was a rumour around about him raping a woman, she panicked for a second, but that was it. She would protect him for everything except this. Deetra would never forget this.

"Don't. Ever. Say. Again. That. You. Like. Men."

"Deetra, I like both genders- "

She slapped him again with more force; Damon held his cheek, his hand was trembling, and the pain was real. The last time that he received such a slap was from his father when he was a boy.

"Go and fix the situation, Hopkins. You're alone in this. I am not gonna help you this time."

"Deetra... Please, I need your help for real; I don't know what to do!"

"It's none of my business! You dug your own grave with this homosexual bullshit."

"Deetra, what are you talking about?"

"It's your punishment for liking to suck dicks, arsehole. God punishes you."

Damon stared at her speechless before gulping harshly. Suddenly, he didn't believe in God at that moment.

"Mom and dad would hate you!"

"Jason always hated us, Deetra; that's why he left...."

Deetra sighed, closing her eyes. She was trying to keep her nerves down and don't slap him again.

"Take care of Felix as soon as possible before I have to go to ask for help from Lazaro. Who am I kidding? It's not like he'll help us this time."

She scoffed and exited the room; she could be heard walking downstairs. Damon sat on the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were already watery, and he felt betrayed and abandoned.

"Congrats, Damon, even your sister wants you dead now."

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