Abigail's eyes were stuck on the wall; she was panting as she brought her hands through her hair. Her face was screaming pain and terror as she leaned on her knees. Felix cleared his throat and stepped towards her, grabbing her arm and lifting her with an unexpressed face. She looked at him in fear and pressed her lips together. Her boss grinned and pushed his index and middle fingers under her chin, raising it. She was close to tears, unable to think or talk. Abigail felt lost, trapped. She made an awful decision, said some bad words, and now she's paying the price. If Mason doesn't kill her, Damon will do it for sure.

"Abigail, why are you crying, my dear?"

"I-I lied to Mason because I felt shitty, and now it turns around like a bloody boomerang!"

"I told you to tell him the truth, Abigail."

"I know, but I didn't have the guts!

"Well, now it's your bloody opportunity."

Abigail lowered her head and started shivering. The tears were flowing free, and her eyes were puffy red. She sniffled loudly; Felix sighed and opened his arms with a smile. Abigail fell in his hug in seconds, crying as quietly as she could. This time she couldn't control her emotions, and Felix's arms felt comfortable.

"C'mon Abigail, we'll find a solution, my darling...."

He started humming a melody slowly while having his fingers through her hair, playing with them.

"Solution... What kind of solution...."

"Well, you don't want to lose Mason, and I'm proper sure he wouldn't want to sit around with... such a liar like you."

"Felix...."

"The only way is the way towards marriage, and you know it, Abigail."

She pulled away and pushed him away before wiping away the tears with the outside of her hand. She glared straight in his sky blue eyes, making him bite his tongue.

"Why are you all talking about marriage today!?"

"Abigail, so many women get raped in the UK every year, and their little boyfriends and girlfriends hate them because they think they cheated or wore slutty clothes and deserved it. They all end up in asylums with traumas and shit, and you joked and lied about such a serious subject!"

Felix raised his voice; the blue in his eyes looked darker. Abigail lowered her head in shame. Mason would have every reason to hate her after this. Her mistake was beyond words.

"You're... right. I can't explain myself this time because simply I am not innocent neither a saint. There's only a solution on the horizon to keep Mason in my life."

"And that is?"

"... Marriage."

Abigail whispered under her breath and wrapped her arms around her body. She disliked that idea, but it was the only one available as she couldn't know his response and reaction. She'd love the idea of spending the rest of her life with him, though. That thought made marriage look less terrifying for her. A wedding is just a relationship in papers. A small smile covered her rosy lips; she could make something good out of this.

"So?"

"I'll tell him I'm ready."

"Ready?"

"Yes, ready to have a ring on my finger."

"If you say so."

Felix smiled as Abigail left him behind alone in her office. He sat down and started whistling, looking through some papers that were on top of the office. Sophia opened the door a bit and peeked inside shyly.

"Um... Felix?"

"Yes, my love."

"Is everything okay? I heard some sobbing...."

"Oh, it was Abigail. I just managed to do what you're supposed to."

Sophia stepped in and leaned on the door, so it will close. She seemed hurt, Felix was extra negative towards her today, and her emotions and ego were too fragile, and he knew it.

"She didn't fancy the idea of marriage, why you had to push her towards it- "

"Silence."

She gulped and crossed her arms under her chest.

"I pushed her cause I know what's best for her and Mason. You don't have a say in this, Sophia."

"Fine. I'm going home then."

She opened the door, Felix's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Would you like to go dine at your favourite restaurant tonight?"

She gulped and turned her head back, eyeing him. He was still mumbling under his breath, looking for something in these ink-covered pieces of paper.

"Maybe another time, Felix."

"I don't know when I'll be available again, dear."

"It's fine; I'll wait for the next time."

She left the door half-opened, making him mad but didn't care. Sophia felt out of the sudden emotionally tired. She wanted to go home and lie down in her comfortable king-size bed and close her eyes for a couple of minutes. Some fresh air and a good shower would calm her down. She wasn't in the mood to fight with her husband, not only because of the environment but also because Felix would prove her one way or another wrong. Sophia loved her husband with all her heart. She loved him with all his minor imperfections and anger issues. To her eyes, he was perfect. But lately, he was always on edge, and she couldn't wait to find out why.

And as Sophia was in the jeep that the bodyguard was driving, a motorbike could be seen passing by. James was on the motorbike, speeding over the limit going towards the twins' mansion. This time he didn't want to spend time with his lover; he wanted to face Damon. Deetra had informed him about the Abigail situation, and he was displeased. He knew Damon was already curled in the bed crying because his ex -if anyone could call her Hopkin's ex- was saying such things for him around.

Damon met both Mason and Abigail accidentally, but James couldn't even spot them. He cursed under his breath, being so unlucky. He wanted to learn more about them and specifically about the man who's pressing cigarettes against his skin not long ago.

James sighed, seeing the mansion in some meters. He sped up a bit more but stopped when he saw Deetra at the entrance. He smiled, taking off his black helmet and fixing his hair along with his suit and tie. Deetra giggled and rolled her eyes, making him laugh back.

"What?"

"I am happy to see you."

"The last time you saw me was yesterday, love."

"I know, but I still missed you!"

Deetra laughed and kissed him softly. James groaned and rubbed his forehead.

"Ya know, I was excited about our tonight's date."

"I know, James, but Damon needs us right now. He's having another depressive episode because of that bint! She has caused way more problems than I thought."

"I guess a drink would make things better?"

"Just take him to a bar BUT don't let him get plastered."

"Of course, of course. I wouldn't like my buddy to go back to rehab."

James laughed, holding the helmet, and stepped into the mansion. With slow steps, he walked upstairs and towards Damon's bedroom.

"Damon?"

He knocked on the door but didn't receive an answer back. He raised his shoulders and walked inside, finding him asleep. He grinned and shook him gently.

"Ughhhhh, who.... Brianna, I swear- "

"Wrong guess, bitch."

"Ugh, James, what happened?"

"C'mon, dress up; we'll go have a drink."

"What time is it, bloke?"

"Around eight pm, now stand up, or I swear I'll shoot ya."

"Whatever, you won't believe what gossips Abigail says around for me- "

"I know, Deetra told me."

His eyes shot open in seconds as he got out of the body and opened his wardrobe in anger.

"And what you have to say about it?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting a lot from her. Dress up; we have shit to do."

James rolled his eyes and got out of the room and back to his girlfriend, who was in the living room. He sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her neck, making her smile for a second.

"Hello, love."

"Hello, James."

He kissed her cheek as she giggled. Deetra was a totally different person around her boyfriend. The image of a strong independent woman who fears nothing was a mask to hide her insecurities and sensitivity. It was her way of making people respect her for who she was and not only because she was Smiley's sister. When James was around, that façade was nowhere to be found, and she was a sweet girl smiling and laughing. She never let anyone see this side of her, not even her brother in fear he finds her weak. Deetra just wanted to be loved, to have a man's love in her life. A man that would give her as much love as her father never gave to her. Because you see, as Deetra was growing up, she slowly understood that her father was giving her all these presents and was taking care of her because she was a girl and was weak in his eyes. She was nothing but a vulnerable woman under her brother's protection. And when Damon started ruling over the whole empire, she exchanged her sweet and soft side for a more bitter and mean one.

"Damon's dressing up; we won't get drunk, I promise."

"Well, you better keep your promise, James, cause you'll be rewarded."

He leaned his face closer to her shoulder, whispering with a grin.

"Rewarded, hu? Seems like a deal to me."

Deetra rolled her eyes and kissed him gently when she heard her brother walking downstairs. Damon fixed his shirt and waited at the living room's entrance.

"Ya ready, lovebirds?"

"Yeah, yeah, bugger off! Have fun outside, darling."

"Oh, of course, c'mon Damon!"

James groaned, grabbing his friend's arm and pulling him outside.

"Byeeee Deetra!"

"Come back alive, please."

Deetra chuckled and returned to her phone. Damon laughed and fixed his shirt again; James had rumpled a spot from the pulling.

"So, will we go grab a car or what?"

"Car? Are you an idiot? I came here with my motorbike."

"Do I look like a bloody chick that will hold onto your waist, dude?"

"Yes. Damon, what's the difference with Deetra? Same shit, different gender."

Damon took a step back and looked at him, surprised as James started the engine putting on his helmet.

"Can I have a helmet, or you want to inherit the business?"

"Doesn't sound bad at all. Ugh, have your helmet, you bloody loser."

He sighed, lifting his arm and giving him another helmet. Damon chuckled, putting it on and getting on the motorbike.

"Will ya hold onto me, or ya wanna die?"

"Death sounds better than putting my hands on your body."

"Your loss, bloody cunt. Now hold onto me, jerk. I am not into suicide, unlike you."

"Ugh, fine...."

Damon hesitantly wrapped his arms around James' waist and gulped bitterly. He wasn't a very... touchy person at all.

"You like my abs, sweety?"

"Shut up and drive."

James was lucky that night; he just didn't know it yet. He was speeding but tried not to get over the limit this time. Damon was unlucky, though, as usual. When they arrived at the centre of London, Damon picked a pub quickly. In other words, he chose the first shop that was in front of him and was selling alcohol. It's been a while since he had a drink, and he couldn't get over the limits. Rehab wasn't a good experience, and he would hate to return back. James was never found drunk, or almost never. Tonight, he had to stay sober because first, he had to return with a motorbike and, secondly, try to support his buddy.

The pub was filled with people, and there weren't many lights. Damon sat beside James and started vibing to the slow jazz music. James tried to look across the room, but he stopped frozen in his tracks. His friend turned his attention to him and put his hand on his shoulder, shaking him softly.

"James? Are ya okay?"

"I-I...."

He kept staring at the blonde man across the room who was holding a Sobranie Black Russian cigarette. He pressed his teeth together and felt a burning sensation on his skin for a second.

"Robinson."

"Felix? Where?"

Damon pressed his head against James' looking around. He narrowed his eyes, facing the guy that half-destroyed his life.

"Oh, no, no, I can't deal with him right now! He put me into so much trouble, and because of him- "

"There's Abigail there, too."

"What!? Where- "

Damon stood up and tried to see them failing. He cursed under his breath; James' eyes were still stuck on them.

"I can't see Mason."

"You can't see Mason because simply, they are alone, fucking idiot."

"Alone? Why are they alone?"

"Oh, why we don't go to ask them? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

Jazz was thankfully hiding James' angry screams and the low lights his now red face.

On the other side of the bar, Felix was finishing his cigarette and Abigail her drink. He pressed the cigarette end against the greenish ashtray with a soft smile and grabbed his glass of whiskey.

"I'm listening."

"I talked with Mason...."

"And?"

"I said that I'm ready for a wedding... He was left speechless; it took him some time to believe me."

Felix laughed and had a sip from his drink.

"Typical Mason, thinking everyone is lying to his face, hu?"

"I don't know what to do; sooner or later, he will propose to me."

"Well, you'll act surprised, cheer up a bit, and scream "YES!"."

Abigail sighed, drinking the last sip of her cocktail. It didn't taste as sweet as she thought.

"I... guess..."

"Can I ask something, Abigail? You answer if you want."

"Go ahead, boss."

"Did you catch feelings for Damon?"

Abigail coughed loudly, choking on her own saliva. She pressed her hand against her chest before grinding her teeth together and turning her chin to Felix.

"What kind of question is this!?"

"I want the truth, Abigail. I don't fancy liars, and ya know it."

Abigail looked down; suddenly, the music felt too loud to her ears. She tried to stand, but he grabbed her arm with force. His glare felt like ice as he was glaring at her. A bruise could be formed easily on her arm; that's how much pressure he put on.

"Answer the damn question, Abigail."

"I need to go to find Mason; he's waiting for me- "

"Answer it, or I'll tell Mason why you wanted to marry him out of the sudden."

Blackmailing was Felix's best and worst characteristic. Abigail sighed and pulled away her arm. It was too late, though; there was a bruise on it now.

"Goodnight, Felix."

"I'll take that as a yes, young lady."

"Take it as you want. See you tomorrow."

Abigail grabbed her purse and left the bar with an annoyed face. James saw her but turned his head back to Felix, who finished his drink and left the bar with quick steps. James pulled Damon's arm, making him follow him. Both James and Damon followed Felix, hiding a couple meters behind him. The streets were pretty empty, and Felix was walking with his hands in the pockets of his black pants while whistling. At some point, he stopped and looked at the side of the road. "Aw..." he left a soft, sad sound looking at the poor animal that was lying there. He kneeled down and stared for a couple of seconds at the half-dead white kitten.

"What... is he doing?"

"I guess we'll see."

The cat was covered in blood, and its stomach was all over the corner of the greyish pavement. Felix got back on his legs, his eyes still on the animal that was slowly dying.

"A shame weak die too young."

A loud noise echoed through the street, James was left speechless, and Damon hid his eyes with his hands close to trembling. You know, something brutal had happened when you see a man like Damon, who grew up in bloody violence, shaking like a little child.

Felix had just stepped on the kitten's head with his shoe with all his force; the skull was crushed into hundreds of small bones. Felix smiled, pleased but dissatisfied at the same time with the reddish liquid around his shoe.

"Ew... Disgusting. Anyway...."

Felix continued walking down the pavement, not caring about what he had just done. He did it so casually, like it wasn't the first time.

Damon took a breath and closed his eyes.

"Did he..."

"I t-think so...."

He swallowed harshly and cursed.

"Let's go."

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