CHAOS

Damian has his ruthless hands strangling Leo, almost killing him, while I am at a safe distance sweating and shaking with fear of how bad this can turn out to be.



Gosh! This is what I was trying to avoid but this dummy of a moron did not care about my memo. I am frozen in astonishment, the weight of the situation bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket. "That is enough, Damian! Please!" I plead, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and desperation.


"Damian! Damian!" I shake him, and he snaps from his murderous state, pulling Leo to the feet by the color.


Leo was intending to sample the freedom of breathing freely that had been snatched away from him for a while, but Damian is just a beast right now. I don't know what he is thinking, or if he is thinking at all, because he starts dragging Leo with him outside.

Where the heck is he taking him?


"Damian?" I call, but he doesn't even turn.


"Guards!" Damian yells as we near the gate, throwing Leo ruthlessly to the floor.

I make the mistake of peeking behind my shoulder for a split second. I think the whole building is empty. Everyone has left their posts to come and witness this chaos.

Double shit! This humiliating! I never wanted to put Damian through this at all. If there is anyone to blame here, it is this lurkie, Leo! How dare he do this to us?


As Damian strides purposefully forward, his gaze locked firmly on Leo's, there's an unmistakable air of authority that surrounds him. With each step, he closes the distance between them, his presence commanding attention and respect.

Stopping just inches from Leo, Damian's gaze pierces through the haze of pain and confusion, locking onto Leo's own with unwavering intensity. There is a palpable tension in the air as the two men stand face to face, their silent exchange speaking volumes without a single word being uttered. "The next time you come even a kilometer close to her shadow, I will kill you with my bare hands, you manwhore!" He then turns to the guards. "Throw this fool out of my premises and make sure not even his disgusting shadow shows in here ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" They chorus as they take Leo away, and we wait until he is thrown out of the gate like a garbage.

Well, he is garbage! What the fuck was he thinking coming here?

"Are you okay, babe? Did he hurt you?" I snap to the voice of Damian cupping my face.

Is he aware that people are watching us from behind?

"I should have killed that bastard!" Damian's voice seethes with barely contained rage, his words punctuated by the grinding of his teeth as he casts a furious glance at my sore wrist.

And then what? He would have stained his hands because of me. He would have become a certified murderer all because of that useless moron. All the same, his anger cannot allow him to reason right now. He was pushed beyond his limits. That jerk trespassing was one thing; hurting me was another different thing that could have earned him death. "I am fine, Damian," I mumble, attempting to downplay the severity of the situation.

"No, you are not. I won't hesitate to kill that worthless moron if he dares come near you again, Elli! How dare I even try to hurt you? You have marked him, and this makes me want to run after him and kill the jerk!" he asserts, his tone leaving no room for argument. In the face of his unwavering determination, I find myself rendered speechless.

I have watched as Damian's temper simmers dangerously close to boiling over in the presence of that insufferable jerk. I can't fault him for his protective instincts. I actually love how beastly he goes just to protect me, but the thought of him crossing that line into murder sends a chill down my spine. Something needs to be done about Leo, and soon. He cannot wreak havoc on us like this again. I won't allow him. He needs to be stopped ASAP!

"Come," Damian speaks. 'Let me check your wrist in my office," he says, his voice a soothing anchor amidst the chaos. With his guidance, I sink into the plush leather settee, feeling the weight of the day's events begins to lift from my shoulders.

His touch is gentle yet firm as he tends to my injury, and I find solace in his presence as always. He gently starts massaging my wrists and blowing on the affected areas. The bruises are not that serious, but I love how he is making the case such a serious one.

He doesn't say a word for minutes, and I'm relishing the soothing sensation of his gentle massage. He probably murdered Leo a thousand times in his head. It is only he who can make him look like this.

"Hey!" I snap, diverting his attention to me, and I can almost taste the bitter anger that has been festering in his throat.

He snaps from his engrossing thoughts, perhaps from weighing ways that would have been fit to kill Leo. As if he has ever killed. "That jerk better make sure I don't ever see his ugly face again," he mutters under his breath, the words laced with venom.

"I don't want that either," I admit quietly, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a leaden weight.

He looks at me with eyes of concern, covering his beautiful features. "What does he want?" His voice is laced with curiosity, and his dark eyes probe mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

I clear my voice before speaking. "Apparently, he is just another pawn in my father's twisted game, a means to lure me back into his clutches. But that is never going to work," I assert, my resolve firm.

He cocks an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's all?" Damian's question hangs in the air, tinged with a hint of insecurity that he can't quite conceal.

I know where he is coming from. The slight thought that Leo might still be interested in me is a big menace to his cool. I shake my head, hoping to shake that thought from his mind too. "Leo hates me, Damian. He blames me for the mess his life has become. I don't know what my father promised him, but Leo is only interested in getting his life back on track, and I am the bid," I explain, frustration seeping into my voice.

I hate how my father is still toying with me. Gambling with me as if I were an object. This sucks!

Damian shakes his head. "Your father is never giving up," he states matter-of-factly, his tone tinged with resignation.

"I know, and I am ready for this fight, Damian. I will fight him and his lurkies until the end." I pause for a moment, then wonder out loud, 'What I want to know is exactly what he promised that jerk."

"Richard Riccaford is influential and manipulative. Have you considered that maybe he did to Leo what he did to you?" Damian suggests, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice.

I am taken aback, getting lost in Damian's words for a minute. What did he do to me? "What do you mean?" I implore the pieces of the puzzle to slowly fall into place.

"To try and get you back, he made sure you wouldn't find a job anywhere after you defied him. Who is to say he didn't do the same to Leo?" Damian's words hit me like a ton of bricks, the realization dawning on me with chilling clarity.

I mean, I am still wondering what an IT consultant is doing working as a pizza boy. I mean, some deep sh*t ought to have happened.

"But why?" I can't help but wonder aloud as the pieces of the puzzle slowly fall into place.

"Perhaps for being in a relationship with you before, despite his warnings. Or for messing with you and your stepsister. I don't know," Damian suggests, his voice heavy with implication.

It could be, but still. "He could have done that to him when we were still together. I don't think he would go that far if that were the reason," I say.

That is logic, right? Getting back at Leo at this time when we are over and done with is illogical. My own thoughts, though. And again, what for? Not like the old man cares about me, meh!