Damon and Deetra's mansion smelled like weed and pricey alcohol already. Wealthy people from all over Great Britain were between these walls exchanging money and drugs, and no one in the police knew. Well, that's what the police chief was saying again and again, at least. According to him, no one in the police knew Damon's exact location. God knows how many cops Damon had paid to keep them quiet. There were gold and diamonds at every corner, along with bodyguards and security. Some people were already high, but Damon was nowhere to be seen. Or that's what Abigail was thinking. The last time she saw him was seven years ago; she barely knew what he looked like. Holding the picture of a young Damon and a glass of champagne, she started rushing around, observing every male passing by. No one looked like an old Damon or him at all.

Abigail walked to the hallway, away from the music, the drugs, and the alcohol, to calm down and think. She pushed her body against the rose wall and looked at the photo. Damon seemed like such a bright young boy. What went wrong? Family went wrong. She shoved the picture back in her purse and took a small package out. Abigail took a cigarette and put it between her lips. She tried to find her lighter, cursing before hearing a couple of footsteps. Someone was close, coming straight to her. She kept her glare low, still searching.

"Let me light it up for you, young lady."

A small fire appeared out of nowhere, burning the edge of the cigarette. Her eyes focused on it and then at the man in front of her.

Dark ginger -almost brown- hair, amber eyes, a toothy smile on his lips. She could recognize this face anywhere. It was Damon, and when she realized it, her eyes widened, and her face went pale. She didn't know what to say.

Damon gasped when he saw the woman behind the cigarette. Abigail was almost the same since high school. Still irresistible to him. His eyes moved from her face to her stomach, facing her silhouette, which was trapped in a tight black dress. "Still sexy." he thought, smirking before moving the lighter away and pushing it in his pocket.

"Abigail Miller - What a surprise."

"Damon Hopkins."

"What... what are you doing here? Did you come alone?"

Abigail gulped, bringing her fingers to the cigarette. She puffed the smoke out to his face before laughing. Damon coughed, bringing his hand to his mouth, still starring at her with a confused look.

"I came with a friend. A rich friend in need of drugs."

"Name?"

"Lester Allen."

"Oh! He's here too!? Double surprise."

"It's been a long time since I've seen you."

"Right. I'll be truthful; that champagne of yours is nothing in front of the bottles of wine I have in my office."

"I'd love to check them out. Shall we go?"

"Of course."

Damon held her hand softly, walking through the hallways and the rooms of his mansion. Abigail's high heels were echoing loudly along with Damon's brogues. He got a pair of keys from his pocket, opening the office's door before pushing her in gently and closing it behind him. Abigail was studying each of Damon's actions carefully.

Damon turned on the lights as Abigail faced a bright brown wooden office and an expensive leather chair. A bunch of plants and bookcases were in the corner of the room beside the large window. The office smelled like marijuana. She opened the window when he was choosing the best bottle for them. Abigail looked outside, facing the mansion's outdoor pool.

"You'll love this - Cheval Blanc 1947. It costs around 250.000 pounds."

"Expensive."

"It is but worth it."

Damon filled two glasses handing the one to Abigail, his fingers touchinghers for some seconds."Have a taste."She brought the glass to her lips, tasting the wine.

"Hm... Chocolate... Coffee... Spices..."

"Plus sweet fruits... I know it's amazing, a total paradise."

"Such a thick texture, though."

Damon laughed, grabbing a vinyl and putting it on the record player. A slow song starts filling the room with its melody. They both leaned against the office, looking outside, having a sip here and there.

"It almost feels like a sin tasting such an expensive wine."

"Oh, there are wines that feel more sinful than this Abigail, believe me."

Damon grinned, bringing his arm behind her waist.

"Oh, show me, please."

"Maybe after we finish this."

After a couple of bottles of expensive wine and various conversations,Abigail had almost lost her senses along with Damon. She cursed close-mouthed, bringing both her hands to his cheeks; she had fucked up. He looked down sleepily, trying to talk without stuttering.

"I am broken. Please don't let me use you for sex and then throw you away like junk. You're god damn Abigail, not a hooker...."

"You won't do it, Damon. I know it. You're not a monster."

She rubbed his cheeks gently with her thumbs, staring at him. Alcoholic, drug-dealer, murderer, drug-addicted, womanizer. Only two ofthese are punished by the law. But to her eyes, for a second, he seemed perfectly flawless. Maybe her guts were wrong for telling her to kiss him while they were sitting in the office, without reason. 

"I had a big crush on you in high school. I looked like such a huge and boring nerd, didn't I?"

"Not really..."
"Do you believe in... karma? Cause I do. Maybe it's the universe that wanted us to meet again after so many years."

"You probably say that to random women, too, hu?"

"Only to beautiful ones."

That was cheesy as hell, but he received a chuckle from her. He pushed his arms lazily around her waist as she grabbed her glass of wine.

"We're drunk, aren't we?"

"I want to kiss you."

"Ugh, what are you waiting for then...?"

A few moments later, Abigail was over his office with her dress half-zipped and her high-heels in the room entrance. Damon's shirt was entirely unbuttoned, and his hands all over her silhouette. Abigail was making a huge mistake that would change her future and affect everyone, including her. It was too late, though, as her legs were wrapped around Damon's waist already. They were both too lost in their lust and pleasure to think clearly. Abigail had shoved the mission along with Mason in the back of her head. She should have been the careful one, she could grab the letter opener that was in the corner of the office anytime and stab it straight to Damon's heart, but she did nothing. She would have to pay that night dearly, but she hadn't realised it yet. 

The following day would be a total disaster. While they were taking their time, Mason lost his patience, and stresshad taken over him. He couldn't find Abigail around nor communicate with her. So many thoughts ran through his mind - one of them was death. His target was Deetra, and she was nowhere to be found, too.
Deetra was with James at a corner, having each a glass of champagne and laughing their arses off. James ran his fingers through his hair, smirking as Deetra focused on him.

"Where's your brother? Already fucking a chick?"

"I really don't want to know -"

Her attention was pulled away from James when she saw with the corner ofher eye Mason. She titled her head confused before bringing the champagne toher lips.

"That guy reminds me of Mason."

"Mason from... high school? Oh, I can see why."

"What is he doing here. This can't be good news. I'll talk to him."

James grabbed the gun, hiding under his shirt in a quick motion, but Deetra prevented him from doing anything else. He starred at him, deep in the eyes as James looked back.

"No violence till we find out what's going on. Have your guard up, though,because I don't trust half of my "security"."

She spoke in a severe tone before pulling her hand away from him. She fixed her dress and put on a cheerful smile.

"Oh, I will. Be careful."

"You know, I always am."

She grabbed her glass, walking towards an anxious Mason. Mason flinched when he felt a thin female arm around his shoulders and neck. His eyes turned around in seconds facing a grinning Deetra. His targethad found him.

"And who's this handsome man?"

"Oh, Miss Deetra...! Such a pleasure to meet you."

"Of course it is, Mister..."

"Lester. Lester Allen."

"Oh right...!"

She grabbed another glass of champagne, handing it to him, her body leaning on his. She smiled flirty as Mason turned red, looking anywhere but her. His eyes caught James, who had his hands already on the gun.

"It's more than a pleasure to have you around, Mr Allen. My brother would DIE to meet you."

"Oh, he... he would...."

"Are you here alone? With a friend? Family?"

"I'm with... my girlfriend! Anne! But uh... seems I've lost her in this big mansion, haha!"

Deetra laughed back, bringing her hand to her red lips, looking at him from head to toes.

"You're such an inspiration to me, Mr Allen... Your songs are pure genius! I'd love to see you sing live."

"Anyone would...!"

"Maybe you should sing something right now!"

"Uh..."

"Please? For me?"

She leaned more on him, bringing her arms to his white shirt. James had already downed three glasses of champagne, and for someone who wasn't alcoholic, it was already too much. He seemed angry and jealous, tapping his foot on the marble floor. His eyes seemed like red flames that were taking over Mason's body slowly and painfully.

"My neck aches badly, sorry, Miss Deetra. But I'll be more than happy to give you a lil concert some other day."

"Mhm, I see... I respect you, Mr Allen. I fear it's getting late, and you have to go, though."

"What? Why?"

"You have a concert tomorrow in Germany, did you forget it?! Your manager called me, and he waits for you at the entrance."

"Thanks for informing me, Miss Deetra. What about my girlfriend -"

"She left half an hour ago alone. I thought I had informed you."

Deetra grinned with her pearly white teeth as Mason gulped defended.

"I hope I'll see you around, Miss Deetra."

"Oh, you will."

Mason started walking out of the mansion, stressed and alone. Abigail could be in danger, and there was nothing he could do without a gun or at least a phone. He just returned home and didn't inform his boss about the mission. Tomorrow morning, he would have to talk to his boss about his missing partner and the still alive twins. Both were bad news. He was worried that he lost her forever; he didn't sleep that night. It wasn't his fault Abigail was nowhere to be found, but he felt like it was. He ended up in tears the moment he stepped into his apartment. If anything bad happened to his love, he would never forgive himself. If Damon did anything to her, he would find him and take revenge. His feelings for her were real, and he wouldn't lethim get away so easily. He knew that Damon was terrible news from the moment hesaw the high school picture.

Deetra returned to James, grabbing another glass of champagne before looking at him.

"Dear Lord, you're drunk. Jesus James."

"I'm fine... What happened? Did he hurt you?"

"You were staring at him like a hungry pit bull, James!He didn't dare to even move."

"Ugh, whatever... How did it go?"

"He introduced himself as Lester Allen."

"Well, he's not."

"Exactly. And he came here with his "girlfriend", Anne, who's missing right now. Something's fishy going on."

"Do you think your brother's okay?"

"Oh, his crack head arse is probably fine. Now, let'sget you to a guest room - you look sleep-deprived."

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