Theo left with Roger to take care of the last minute preparations.I'm lying in bed and taking deep breaths before calling my mother. I know she won't be happy about this. She hates it when plans change, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not sure if I should tell her about Ethan and Damien's feud. Maybe not. Even though she didn't raise Ethan, I know she loves him. It's something we've never discussed, but I'm hoping we'll have the chance to do that when she arrives. We'll spend a lot of time together and it'll be like we were never apart.She answers on the second ring. "Amelia. I wasn't expecting your call so soon. Is everything alright?"No or yes? How do I answer her question? "It's...well, the plan has changed. Damien and I are getting married soon. And by soon I mean tonight."She's quiet for a solid minute. I'm waiting for her to say something and I'll go on from there. She asks, "What prompted the sudden change?""It's complicated," I admit. "I'll talk to him, someone
Ethan rushes inside The Den.Ash called and said he wanted to talk to him. Ever since he called him the night of Damien's engagement, he hasn't stopped bothering him. He wants to talk to him and he keeps arranging meeting after meeting. Ethan went because he thought Ash would offer him a way out, but all he found out was that he was Paco's boss. He was the one making his life miserable. Nothing changed, it only got worse. He's his slave now, so he has no choice but to do his bidding.He's never been more ashamed in all his life.Most of the things Damien accused him of were true. He did some messed up shit these past several months, he recognizes that. The worst of all was betraying Damien, his own brother. Those assholes don't know that, thankfully, but that doesn't really matter. Ethan knew he would get in serious trouble if any of that shit was ever caught. Damien had enough friends that would turn a blind eye to the contraband, booze, and things they considered 'harmless', but not
I've lost my mind.Nothing makes sense anymore. I don't know where I am or how long I've been here. I've lost all track of time. My bloody hands are clasped together and I haven't stopped praying, I haven't even paused to breathe.I can't unsee it. Damien. Dying right on my fucking lap. I couldn't do anything, I was absolutely helpless. I held him until my legs cramped. I was overcome with despair as I watched him bleed on me, unable to stop it. The skirt of my dress is red. It doesn't look like it's ever been white. It's like I went swimming in a pool of blood. I'm shaking from head to toe and I'll explode if I don't get news. I've been waiting for hours. No one's around to give me any answers.Theo isn't here. Everyone is gone. They've abandoned me here in this cold and desolate place. I'm surrounded by white walls that remind me of how perfect everything was before that son of a bitch came along and took my Damien from me. My dress was white and our smiles were white and the minist
I wake up in a dimly lit room.It takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm at the apartment. I try to sit up and my head spins, so I lie back down. My legs are tingling and I'm out of breath, like I just ran a marathon. I'm still in the blood-stained wedding dress. I know what this means. God, it can't be true.My heart is heavy in my chest. I remember everything that happened in the hospital; Theo in tears, telling me that Damien didn't make it. He died. Those two dragging me out. Her last words to me. To be strong."No," I say, pressing my face against the pillow. "No, no, no.""I'm glad you're awake," Theo tells me. I turn my head and see her sitting on the coffee table, holding a glass of water. She's no longer in the emerald gown she wore to our wedding, and she looks surprisingly calm. No tears in her eyes."Theo?""Drink this," she says. "You'll feel much better." Better? Better? She can't be serious. Maybe I'm dreaming. Her nonchalance infuriates me. How can she be so cold?
So the great Damien Keller is actually dead.Devon heard the news and didn't feel anything. Not pride or joy or shit. He wasn't surprised, obviously; he was the one who paid the guy to do it. With Ash Rockford's money, not his, but that hardly matters. Ash wanted him to do it, but he refused. There's no way he was going to kill Damien Keller and walk out of that place alive. So he told Ash that he was going to pay someone to do it in his place. He arranged everything, the only thing he didn't do was pull the trigger.He managed to marry Amelia after all. She owns everything that once belonged to him. She's a rich woman, a powerful one. He's tempted to go to her and keep an eye on her from a distance, but he's still recovering from nearly starving to death. If Ash hadn't intervened, he would've died. He wonders if she knows and if so, what she'd say about it. Would she care at all? He's done a lot of shit in the past, but he was trying to warn her. He tried to help.If he had known of
Nothing feels the same without him.The Lounge feels empty, somehow. Damien's presence lit up the room. He breathed life into everything he touched, and this place was no exception. I feel his absence in my soul. The only thing that's keeping me on my feet is the fact that he's alive and that my mother's taking care of him.By now, everyone has heard. I can tell by the looks they're giving me, customers and employees. I'm wearing black, which is a confirmation. That's what I was aiming for. It's important for everyone to think he's dead. That way, he'll recover in peace."I'm so sorry for your loss, Amelia," Chris says once he sees me. "If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask. Please. I'll do anything."I nod. I appreciate his offer, I really do. It's important for me to sort out the liars from trustworthy people, and I think I can count on Chris. I'll have to be cautious, though. Someone let that man in last night, I keep that in mind.I make my way to his office.
Damien opens his eyes.For a full minute, he's disoriented. He doesn't know where he is and he can't recognize his surroundings. He's never been in this place, he's sure of it.He closes his eyes again and sees a bloody scene. Slowly, it's all coming back to him. The wedding ceremony, Amelia's teary eyes, their vows, the panic, the pain. He feels cold all over again. The last thing he saw was her face, staring down at him. She was urging him to stay awake, but he couldn't. Everything felt so strange.Where is she now?He turns his head left then right. The room is empty. He can't sit up, it's like there's a heavy weight right on his chest. He tries not to panic, but he's failing miserably. What if something happened to her while he was out? He can't remember anything else. How'd he get here?What if more shooters showed up? What if they're all dead?He hears a door opening and he struggles to look. He sees a woman approach the bed. At first, he can't recognize her. She's not dressed i
"We have to do something," Theo repeats. In the space of an hour, she's had a panic attack and she passed out twice. Ethan's finger is gone. Roger has taken it away. I have no doubt that it's his, and she doesn't either. "Ash has him. He's going to kill him if we don't give him what he wants."Giving him what he wants isn't an option. The only reason why I don't mention it is because she's distraught. She wants solutions, not the truth. I wouldn't want to hear it either.Am I a terrible person for not caring? It's not that I'm not spooled by what I just saw, but I'm not going to lift a finger to help Ethan out of a situation he willingly put himself in. He should've known that he shouldn't have trusted a man like Ash, he has no honor. And in betraying his own blood, he lost his. My priority right now is Damien and only him. I'll find a way to get rid of Ash and everyone else who's behind him, but not for Ethan's sake.There aren't a lot of trustworthy people here. Roger is the excepti