Assassinated

Damien's POV.

I didn't want to feel afraid, I wanted to act tough as usual but I couldn't. I wasn't in the United States. There was no one here that I could trust to help or protect me.

I would have called one of my partners and asked if I could stay with them overnight but I couldn't because I wasn't certain about the identity of the culprit.

They might be in cahoots with one of my rivals and contacting them could put me in more danger.

I couldn't hire bodyguards either because they weren't at my beck and call in this place. If I was going to have bodyguards then I had to wait until tomorrow morning or even a few days to get the protection I required.

"What am I going to do?" I asked, my heart pounding terribly in my chest. "I doubt if staying here would be safe and I'm afraid that if I moved, they would move places with me. I can leave Paris tomorrow but there's no guarantee that I will get a flight to California,"

"Fuck," I cussed and glanced at my phone again.

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