Chapter 40

                  Damon's POV

As I drove off, all I could think of is how his presence made me forget all my problems. I have never felt so free before. But I shouldn't get used to it,or I'll keep coming back to him.

Once I reached my apartment, I alighted my bike, packing it by the side of my house.

Ever since I started working for Santiago, I have been making more money than I could ever expect. I moved over to a new apartment. I had rented this apartment in the hopes of mom moving over but---

I shook my head not wanting to spoil my mood. I opened the door and stepped in. The creaking sound of the door was the only noise that could be heard.

The house was quiet but anyway I am used to the silence. I took of my boots and locked the door heading upstairs to my room.

My room is fairly large with a four posted bed. I didn't really get enough time to do decorating nor do I care.

Their is only a change in closet, a bathroom, a desk and a couch in my room. The color was totally plain.

I stepped into my room and took off my shirt walking into my closet to get another pair.

A jogger and a shirt is all I need.

After I got my clothes, I stepped into the bathroom taking off my trouser at the same time and stepping under the shower.

The water was so cold as it trickled down my body.

It's vapour coated the glass door. As I took my shower images of my mother in pain flashed in my head.

I could hear her voice in my head crying out for me.

My sister as well as she was constantly raped. My body was heating up but not with desire but rage. Anger. So much anger.

My fist tightened as I shot my eyes trying to stop the voices in my head.

The water felt hot as it hit my skin. It wasn't cold enough. I need more cold.

I increased the coldness raising my face under the shower to let it trickle down my face.

My body might have calmed down but not my heart.

When I was with Lan, all this thoughts never came, but now---

I punched the wall letting all my frustrations out.

What's the use of being this person now, getting involved with such bad people when the person I'm doing it for is lying like a vegetable on her death bed.

I can still remember when I agreed to join them.

I had to endure series of beatings and drugging. They took me to another location but I couldn't even realize where I was because I was drugged.

For days he'd torture me and conpell me to join. In a sick attempt of compelling me, he found out about my mom, using her against me, threatening to hurt her.

When I finally decided to join him, he made me his right hand man ,well after Roger that is. He made me his killer, his underdog. I'd kill and take care of all his dirty works for him. Those two weeks felt like ten years. I did alot of bad things I can't come out from and now I'm too deep in to come out.

My heart tightened in the sad reality that I'm now one of them, a killer and a criminal.

But one good thing definitely came out of this, the death of my so called step father. I'd enjoy killing him.

I came out of the bathroom fully dressed for bed when my phone rang on my bed side table.

I picked it up and answered.

"Hello Roger" I said standing close to the window, my hand tucked in my pocket.

"He is in bad shape, we have beaten him up so badly that I'm not sure he can take more. Should we finish him off or would you like to do the honors..." Roger said sounding eager to kill. He'd always loved the sound of danger.

My lips tugged up into a smirk. I ran my hand through my wet hair. If their is anything that'd make me happy, it's his screams.

"No. I will do that myself. I will come over tomorrow. I want to watch the look on his face before he breathes his last" I replied.

"Okay. Check your phone, I sent you a video I'm sure you'd enjoy. Goodnight" He said ending the call.

I checked my phone for a video and true to his words he did send a video. I played the video and the face of my mom's husband showed. He was strapped to a chair, his mouth bounded.

Alot of dangerous devices displayed in front of him. A chain, to a gun, to a dagger, to a knife, to a lighter, to a bottle of whiskey, a hammer, alot.

Roger was standing beside him as he held his already bruised face forcefully. I could see the wicked glint and excitement in his eyes.

He picked up the hammer on the table and played with it in his hands a smirk on his face. The held the hammer tightly and the next minute, he hammered his hand. The painful screams he made soothed my ears and calmed my soul.

I watched as Roger took turns with tiger as they played with him and hurt him so badly that he fainted and then the video ended.

"Well done Roger" I muttered smirking in victory. Roger and I might not have started on good terms but he is reliable and gets the work done without question.

I went to bed happy. His torture brought peace to my soul as I slept off.

The next morning I woke up feeling happy for some reason. I wasn't angry or upset or enraged but happy and calm.

I picked up my phone deciding to message Lan. I typed in my message a smile on my face. His reply came in making me chuckle. So straight to the point.

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After getting invited to the reunion by lan I couldn't refuse. So here I am trying my best to look my usual---HOT.

I was dressed in a white shirt and a plain blue trouser. I ruffled my hair on my head deciding to go with that look.

Feeling satisfied with my look, I picked up my phone and stepped out of my house feeling fresh.

I decided to go in a taxi as I left my bike and headed to lan's house like I said I would.

Once I arrived, Nate opened the door looking surprised. I expected lan to be the one to open the door but he didn't. Nate and I spoke for a while before I spotted Lan standing at a distance. He seemed to be checking me out. My lips tugged up into a smile.

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The club so far has been as I expected, loud. Everyone is busy dancing and grinding on each other. The stench of sweat and alcohol too hard to miss.

I sat down alone on the couch as I watched them all having fun on the dance floor or should I say specifically watched Lan and Mark.

My eyes has not left him as he danced with Mark. For some reason something about them doesn't seem right but I don't know what it is yet. They seem so close. Earlier Mark had his hand wrapped around his shoulder and whispered In his ear and now they are laughing and dancing so close together.

My fist tightened as I watched them. Lan's eyes connected with mine. I held his stare not wanting to be the first to look away. Like always he looked away looking shy making me chuckle in amusement. He is so gullible.

My phone rang in my pocket pulling my attention.

I looked at the caller, my heart pounding in my chest.

Did something bad happen?

The club was too noisy to talk so I went outside to pick up.