The car stopped in front of a huge house that looked more like a hotel, hidden within trees. It looked old but quite okay, and since it was night, the night lights complimented the greenery.The gates opened, and the car drove in, stopping in the middle of the compound.Then he came down, went to the other door, pulled it open, dragged her by the arm, and pushed her into the house."Just let me be Damon," she struggled, but either he didn't hear her, which was impossible, or ignored her.The illumination in the house was bright, and she felt it hurt her eyes immediately after being pushed in.Still dragging her, he pulled her up the stairs, and as they were almost at the top of the stairs, she looked up only to see Luca gaping at her.When her eyes met him, she saw him freeze on his spot, watching as Damon dragged her in and disappeared into the corner.They were all in Rome then, for she recognized the goons from Sicily, and each one stared at her in surprise.Finally, he kicked open

He knew he had told Luca he was going to take a drink and thought he might get wasted through the night, but who was he kidding? Sitting down, he couldn't even manage to keep two glasses in.He had stood up from the chair, placed his bills on the tray, and left the bar.Since Luca had told him about Maya being found by Damon, no matter how hard he tried to push it off, it still bit a part of him.Luca was right; he was almost scared to face her, running from explaining their night together.What was he going to tell her? That it was a mistake? All of it? It might have been a mistake, but damn, he couldn't help but relieve the night in his head.And for five years, it had stuck in a part of his brain.He sighed before entering the car, turning on the ignition, and driving out of the parking lot. Hopefully, once he got home, sleeping the thought off was the best thing to do.Dodge Luca like the fucker was shooting bullets.The only one who wasn't scared to tell him how it was. It's a g

Derinem drove the car, consistently staring at the rearview mirror to see the kids, who couldn't stop watching his back to the extent that he could feel holes boring into him.He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hands, wondering if he had overreacted. It was bad enough that he had to think about that when the deed had already been done.He had found out that the man in blue was the bully's father, and he was so mad with anger that he had to shoot him in the foot, after decking him with blows.The teacher had stood with her palms over her mouth, crying silently because he had told her to shut the fuck up. Though he had not done anything to her, he sure knew that was going to traumatize her for the rest of her life.Maya shouldn't hear of this; he wasn't prepared to face her wrath. The last time he did face her wrath, he had gone sleepless for about a week. Now if she finds out he dealt with the kids' teacher and shot their classmates' parents in the foot, damn.And the way the t

She felt her heart skip a beat as she watched Sergio call to one of the goons who stood by the door, which Derinem had just run through.Two of them came, walking past Damon surrounding her; she swallowed again, feeling her body suddenly growing hot, as they each held her arm.Sergio then walked to the dining table and picked up the spoons. She felt all the emotions at once, raw and eating into her. Swallowing hard again, she turned to Damon before they could pull her away."I have to see my son." Damon nodded, "Yes, you will, Maya," he caressed her cheek, "when the results come out, I want to know what the fuck just happened right now.""It could be genetics," Abby stuttered now behind her, and the glare he sent her had her clutching Maya's hand for comfort.He glared at the both of them, then turned to his goons and ordered, "Take her away, Sergio. The report should be ready by tomorrow morning."Before they could take her, he grabbed her hand and whispered, "Something tells me I'll

Something wasn't right where she was; this was not the manor; this place felt different, colder, creepier, and even when the manor most times felt like all of these descriptions she knew, this place surpassed it.She had to open her eyes to find where she was, but she was scared of what her eyes might see.But she couldn't close it forever, could she? No place was as bad as being locked up in his room. She blinked her eyes open.Ok, she was wrong, this place was much bigger than his room; maybe it was because it was dark, and she hated the dark; she hated that she couldn't see what was going to hit her and when. It was going to.She thought she could hear the sound of water rushing out of a broken pipe behind her; maybe that was the reason for all of this stench.She wanted a light. She wanted to find out if all of these tweets she heard were what she thought they were.She hoped it wasn't until she felt the whiskers and wet nose against her feet. She tried to draw it away but then no