Gone

Damien’s eyes fluttered open, and he was met by Eric staring directly at him. His eyes scanned the room, and he realized that he was still in Adrian’s penthouse.

“Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, man. You got hit badly.” Eric said, helping him get off the couch.

Damien looked around and saw a few of the workers in the room along with Eric.

“Where are they? What happened? … Argh!” A sharp pain shot through his head from the injury. He hoped that Evelyn and Adrian had either been arrested or were somewhere around.

After he pulled the trigger, Evelyn’s scream was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness. He had no idea who the bullet hit and if it was fatal or not.

He couldn’t remember.

“Help him up.” Eric instructed one of the ladies, who rushed to their side and helped Damien sit. There was a bandage wrapped around his head and the blood stains on the floor were being mopped.

“Harriet informed me that you were meeting Adrian on your own. She explained everything to me and I rus