Damien drops Amelia off at the apartment.He accompanies her upstairs. Their talk over lunch was tense, but necessary. Now he knows about Ethan. Something changed in his brother that night. He has the certainty that he's in some kind of trouble, he just can't figure out what it is. It's only a matter of time before he does.He also knows how she feels about Devon Tyler.He was worried about her reaction. He knew what he had to do, he had no doubts, but Amelia and that man had a bizarre...relationship. He couldn't understand it at first and it infuriated him. They're on the same page, though, and she wants him out of their lives as much as he does. Hearing her say the words was relieving. He'll admit that if she had asked him to release him, he'd release the son of a bitch. He would let him go. He'd do whatever she asked him to.He kisses her at the door. "I'll be back later.""Okay," she simply says.He gets back in the car and tells Roger to stop by The Lounge. They have to pick up t
He can't believe he's going to die in this miserable place.He has no clue of how many hours have passed, all he knows is that he's lost all hope whatsoever. He's never been this thirsty before in all his life. He can't even manage to scream for help anymore. His body is shutting down, he can feel it. It doesn't help that he hasn't hydrated properly in some days. He was drinking at the party.His hands are incredibly sore. He's been pounding at that piece of metal for a door for hours. He managed to free himself, but it didn't benefit him in any way. He's still stuck in this room. His voice is hoarse now, he can barely utter a word without feeling pain in his throat. This is it. This is the end. This is how he dies.He's gone from feeling angry to feeling like he deserves all this shit that's happening to him. He deserves an end like this. How many people has he fucked over before? He fucked those girls and gave them hope. He promised them that someday she'd work for them but he disca
There are only two weeks and a half left to go before our wedding.I don't know where the time has gone. I'm floating and sinking at the same damn time. We're not even halfway there with the preparations and Theo and Greg have had their first fight only yesterday. Something about the flower arrangements. I wasn't paying attention, I had a lot on my mind.There's something Damien wants to tell me, but I know he's afraid of ruining our wedding plans. I don't care about that, I told him. I can take the truth, no matter how harsh it is. He doesn't have anyone to confide in but me, and I want to support him in any way that I can.It's about Ethan, I'm a hundred percent sure.Ever since I told him about my suspicions, their relationship took a turn for the worse. Just last week they had an intense argument about a decision Damien made without consulting him. They had an agreement, sure, but Ethan hasn't been around much and Damien couldn't sit around and wait for him to show up. Besides, he
Devon Tyler has a sinking feeling in his gut.He can't place it. Everything seems to be in order; his papers, the new spy they put in the Keller family. He even sent the fucking yearly postcard to his mother, but then again he never forgets to send that. And no, it has nothing to do with the apprentice sucking his cock under the desk. It's something else, a bad feeling he can't comprehend. She pauses momentarily. "Does it feel good?""Sure," he responds. She looks at him funny, but finishes the job. He thinks that maybe he's being paranoid, maybe it's just the chilli he ate earlier. But the feeling fucking persists. He doesn't know what he's done wrong this time. He normally gets this feeling before he gets bad news, but he's trying not to think about it.When she stands and offers to accompany him home tonight, he tells her he'll be busy. She's pretty. Dark hair, bright eyes, full lips. Just his type. But there's a lot on his mind, and he has a date with Antonia later. She doesn't h
I finish cleaning the last table.Donnie left an hour ago, and left me the keys to the bar. That means I'll have to wake up early to open up for the cook. It's one in the morning now, so by the time I get home, I'll have around four hours to sleep.Mom's probably up waiting for me. She never sleeps before I get home even though I already told her not to worry about me. I can take care of myself. But nothing has been the same since Aaron got arrested. She's more paranoid and restless; she calls me every two hours to make sure I'm safe. I don't blame her. His arrest came as a shock to everyone.I wash my hands in the kitchen and hang my apron. I'm so exhausted I could drop to the floor. My limbs are shaking. I had to scrub and clean the entire bar on my own because Sandy called in sick today. I know for a fact that she wasn't sick. She just wanted to get out of cleaning.I'm turning the kitchen lights off when I hear someone come in. "We're closed," I say firmly without turning around.
Devon makes me take the bus.He said catching a flight would imply that I'm not as broke as I'm supposed to be. Well, technically I am broke, but since he's the one taking care of everything, he decides what's best and I don't argue with him. Up until now, I haven't regretted my decision. I'm not even sure this has gotten through my skull yet. I don't even know what I'll do when I get there. He told me to be myself but how can I be Amelia and Yara at the same time? I'll figure it out eventually. I have to.Saying goodbye to my mother was harsh. I told her Devon had a job for me and that it would pay well. Devon says I'll get the job done in a month at most, but I asked him to send my mother some money by the end of the month if I'm not done by then. My salary supports us, without it we can't survive. They'll pay me at this new bar I'll be working at, but we don't know how much yet.I'm not allowed to call home or anywhere Amelia would call. Mom had a hard time understanding all this,
We drive by the city and I can't keep my eyes to myself. Everything is so bright and vivid and everyone here looks different somehow. It's like I'm in a completely different planet, let alone country. Even the way everyone talks is different."Now look, Yara, where we're going is different from anyplace you've ever been. I don't want you to be shocked when you get there, so I'm telling you now. If you see anyone fucking someone else in a corner or whatever, don't stare. Just walk the fuck away. That's considered normal. The boss doesn't mind. And that's what you'll call him, by the way. To Devon, he's a criminal. Here, he's boss. Got it?"I nod. "Who's he?""Damien Fucking Keller.""He runs the Keller family?" That's all Devon told me. I never heard anyone's name specifically. Jason nods, "Yeah, that's him. Now, it's unlikely he'll ever get involved with you, or even his cousin Ethan, but maybe one of the guys will be interested. You take the opportunity, but don't ask anything. The
Damien Keller drains his glass.It was a long fucking night. He opens the bottle of scotch and pours himself another drink. He lights a cigar, too, because despite the shitty meeting, today was a successful day. His negotiations went as planned and he couldn't ask for more. Now, he'll have twice the alcohol coming in and even more men on his side. He feels invincible. As if the entire world revolves around his existence, which is exactly as it should be. Theodora enters his office groaning. She takes off her heels and sinks on the sofa before him. "I'm never partying with that man, Damien. It's just not going to happen. Don't ever ask me for those kind of favors again."He blows out smoke. "Theo, stop complaining. They fucking signed the paper. It's all set. You should be celebrating.""Yeah, whatever. What're you drinking?""Scotch."She scoffs. "Pussy. Where's the vodka?"He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He's ecstatic. He didn't think he could be this content.