Damien 111. Drama in the Air."Ladies," I said. "It is a long flight and I do not think that it is a good idea to start a battle, we can all be mature together," I said glancing at Jackson who was watching with the whole thing play out with a smile on his face.I squeezed Isabella's hand, gazing into her eyes with a pleading look. She had been through a lot because of me and she was also carrying my child. I did not want anything or anyone causing her harm or stress.Isabella relaxed and leaned into me. She was marking her territory and I knew that Natalia was fuming inside but I did care."Jackson," Isabella called my body guard slash assistant head or resources for Renaissance. I was curious about what she wanted to say."How many times has Blue Mountains done business Renaissance?" She asked."More than a couple of times, in fact we have a contract from them currently," Jackson replied with a smile then his face transformed into one of abj

Damien 113.My Cara always had it rough ever since she was a child. I still remembered how we used to play together at the public park and how fearful she was of everything. We had been fast friends when I realized that she was just very shy.Her dad at the time was always being dragged out of the house by the cops every weekend for battery and assault on her mother.Belladonna Montenegro's funeral was underway and my Cara was inconsolable. I tried everything to take her pain away but it was never enough.When the news of her mother's passing was brought to her, she had loudly broken down on the floor of her new room and cried in a heartbroken throes of agony. She blamed herself.It was one of the habits of hers I had tried to curb but it was of no use. I did not even know the cause of death. When I heard her wailing from the living room, I had been in an angst discussion with my mom. I ran upstairs and barged into her room to see her curled in fetal position on the rugged floor

Damien 115.Mother had been livid when I showed her the graffiti on my wall. A black skull with a black crow perched on it. She had grabbed the phone off my hand and glared at the image displayed on it."Vito sicced those bastards on you?" Mother asked in disbelief and pure rage."It would have been different if I was at home but I had just been returning from work," I had told her."He is going to pay," Mom said with a dead serious tone."It is alright mom, you do not have to do anything," I tried telling her."This is not up for debate, Damien, end of discussion," Mom brusquely replied and got up from the couch.I watched her pace back and forth the living room with a scary scowl on her face. I was already regretting letting her know about me and dad."Why would he do that to you, his son?" She mused loudly."It has something to do with some numbers that he told me," I told her. "It happened when those soldiers came to take him away," I reminded her."After all those years, he still

Isabella 117.The days that went by after the burial were a painful blur. I was fooling myself if I believed I could go back to work after everything. I wanted to shut the world out and hide away.However, Damien would not let me. He was there through the pain and agony. He was patient and I admired his patience. He forced me to eat, he forced me drink, he forced me to bathe and when there was no life left in me, he forced me to live. He was a patient man and he was there for me.An August visitor came to visit while I was still grieving. It had been so unexpected. But I deducted that it was about time that she reared her head up."We have to prepare for the great ball," Ava said one morning as I prepared for work."The annual end of the year gala for Renaissance, I totally forgot," I exclaimed wearily."It is not your fault, Isabella, you have been through enough," Ava said kindly."I and Grace were working on it with Jackson," I recalled loudly."Well, it is

Isabella 119."Are we being followed?" Damien asked in a calm tone."Negative," Jackson said as he drove us to the office."Who were those men?" I asked Damien as my heart began to slow down."If I guess right, friends of my dad," I told her."Vito is behind this?" I asked in disbelief. The last time I saw Damien's father, he was in an impromptu conference meeting and he had been silent and sullen.He had refused to look me in the eye through out the duration of the meeting and yet he would not hesitate to resort to his violent ways."What does he want from us this time?" I asked in a weary tone."Not us, me," Damien answered. "He believes that I have something that belongs to him," He added."And he will resort to anything to get it back," Jackson added as he pulled over in front of the curb that led to the office lobby.Damien followed me to my floor and would not leave until he was satisfied that office was safe. It was almost ridiculous but it calmed him dow