Chapter 9: Call Me Damien

Evie

It was hell living with him.

“You know you can’t go out.” He chuckled as I was completely prepared to go and buy some new clothes for myself.

“I thought protecting someone meant giving them bodyguards and stuff. It doesn’t mean keeping them captive!” I exclaimed and sighed.

He shrugged. “Should’ve thought about it before working with Lucifer.”

“As if I had a choice,” I murmured.

“Well go ahead but don’t bother me if Trevor finds you and kills you.”

“Isn’t he your friend? Why can’t you explain to him?”

The question was obviously ignored by him as he continued working on his laptop. I sat down on the couch, tired from being in the house all the time.

It has been two days since I am locked here and God knows when I will get to leave.

“You’re only safe because Trevor can’t hurt you if you’re here and I’ve made my point pretty clear to him that I am not giving you up,” he closed his laptop and looked at me. “Which, technically, gives your life support in my hand.”

“Did I forget to tell you that you can die from mental trauma? Oh! I took some psychological classes back in the day… and ooh, the headache I gave to some people… sheesh…” I murmured loudly and he shook his head.

“What do you think hurts more? Physical trauma or mental?” He stood up and smirked at me.

I raised my eyebrow, “Depends on the person.”

He walked towards me and towered over me. “If the person is you, then?”

It was true that I wasn’t as intimidated by him as a normal person should be, but I can’t lie that he looked like a freaking Greek God and his deep voice was sense-devouring.

His gaze was so penetrating as if he was reading through my soul and that really sent shivers down my spine.

“D-Depends on the person giving it.”

He leaned down to match my height as I was sitting and said: “If It is me, then?”

My breathing was getting uneven as my heartbeat kept increasing.

“Not sure.”

He got away and smirked. “Well, if you’d ever want to try and know, I’m here.”

I rolled my eyes at his satisfied face. He knew that he made me a little scared of him and that he, let me quote, “won”.

It was true that I couldn't win from him physically but I won’t break down till I have reached my limit.

I put up a small smile which made him sigh and continue working.

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I was just playing crosswords on my mobile when the doorbell rang. I looked up and he looked at me, confirming that I wasn’t expecting anyone.

He closed his work. “Get behind me,” he whispered and I nodded. I took a gun kept on his work table and got behind him.

He took out his too from his waistband and slowly opened the door.

A middle-aged man appeared and he had a warm smile on his face. “Oh son, this is no way to welcome your father!”

…

Damien looked at me and sighed. “What do you want?” He looked back at the man.

“Oh, I just— look who’s here! Evie Davies, am I right?”

Fear crept into the extremities of my bones as this unknown man recognized me. He was his father — but how did he know me?

“Y-yes.”

“Don’t reply to him,” Damien spoke in between and closed the gate. Then he walked over to me, as if protecting me, and turned towards him again. “I asked, what do you want?”

“Now you’ve made this all bitter. You won’t let me meet my daughter-in-law?”

With the warm smile on his face, it was difficult to decipher his real intentions. Of course, he was bad — that’s why Damien attacked him — but now he was back.

Also, he was with Lucifer, which means that maybe Lucifer knows where I am.

“She has no such relations with you.” He stepped in front of me and blocked his direct contact. “You don’t get to ever see her again. Walk out of here and there will be no bloodshed.”

“Bloodshed? Oh, my poor son.” The man chuckled shamelessly, “You do remember that you lost, right?”

Damien reloaded his gun and pointed it at him.

“Maybe I will but you’ll be dead.”

The man wasn’t intimated at all. He laughed.

“I see that you’ve got yourself a quite fearless man, Evie,” He again spoke to me, while I just kept my gun behind my back, trying to restrain myself from shooting him. “But do you know the price he would have to pay if he kept on doing this?”

“What?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Damien gave me a glare. “I told you not to—”

“Let me!” I demanded and looked back at the man.

“His life will be destroyed if he doesn’t follow my orders. I am a very kind man, you see,” he said as he proceeded to sit on the couch. “I just asked him to marry you.”

My gaze shifted to Damien with a confused expression. Then, it occurred to me — those were the circumstances he was talking about when he first asked me to marry him.

I looked back at him.

“And he will.”

“Will he?” He shrugged. “Why don’t you ask him first?”

I looked at him and he looked away. I went a little closer, so he couldn’t hear us. “Is he right?”

Damien looked at me and sighed. “I don’t plan to.”

“Why?”

“I can’t let him win.”

He was right to an extent.

“Does he really hold the power to ruin your life?”

He thought for some time before turning to the man.

“I will marry her,” his tone was sharp — sharper than usual, “But not now.”

“You have one more week, son.” The man got up. “I won’t wait for long. Happy wedding!”

Before Damien could say anything else, he walked out of the door. I looked at him in confusion, unaware of his further steps.

He turned to me. His eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn't understand and his forehead was covered in stress.

“Da—boss.” This was the third time I was about to call him by name.

He took a step toward me. I stood still because taking a step back would’ve been weak for me, which resulted in us being close.

A little too close.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, Evie.” His voice didn’t have the normal domination when he said this. “But I guess you have to get ready to call me Damien.”