A dangerous love

- “I want, my dear, that the information you bring me is interesting, otherwise you know what might happen, and I don’t want to hurt your beautiful face or get angry at you, my dear, do I?” he whispers in my ear. A shiver ran through me, I knew exactly what I risked if I fail this mission. I nod my head, he places a hand on my cheek, the contact is soft, my body trembles. I love when he touches me, when he shows me his love, but not this violence, not in this way. - “I will make it. I love you,” I answered against his neck. - “Mmmh, I’ll let you get ready, you will find Diego downstairs, he will take you to the party.” He leaves my room, leaving this I love you in suspense. I did everything for him, left everything. I finish doing my long black hair. I style it in big curls, it is what suits me best Damon often tells me, he says it hides my “ugly” big cheeks but I also know he says that to joke. I look at myself in the mirror, and I found myself at that moment so beautiful, in this sublime dress with a delicately open bustier letting show a little of my chest, enough to attract the most gentle and interesting men and not the perverts who always want too much. The dress shapes my body perfectly, my hips and that waist that I managed to define by killing myself with sport and all that thanks to Damon, I would not be this magnificent girl if I had not met him. I put on my heels, a pair of black pumps, and a blue diamond necklace. Then I go down to join Diego, the best friend of Damon but also the biggest bastard this earth could have carried. If there is one person I hate the most in the world, it is him. I arrive in the living room, an immense room at the entrance where white sofas stand on both sides, huge bay windows still letting in the last rays of sun. It is here that most of the parties organized by Damon happen between lust, drugs and alcohol. I go down the stairs under the whistles of some men sitting and drinking, between two women dressed in only a bikini bottom. Nothing was right in this house, but if I am here it was only to be near Damon. I find Diego in front of the gate winding the residence from the main road leading to the city center. He is smoking a cigarette, legs crossed, thoughtful. The sound of my heels wakes him up from his thoughts and he looks at me with that same perverse smile that I could not stand anymore. - “Mamma mia, you are so beautiful, you know Damon does not deserve you,” he tells me while devouring me with his eyes. - “You know that this same Damon is both your boss and your best friend, so respect me a little,” I answered in an annoyed tone. I get into a black luxury car, he does the same while laughing. -“You know very well that Damon does not care about you, he uses you and you continue to love him,” he tells me with condescension. I ignore him but I cannot help thinking about what he just said. Was he right? Damon was maybe hard with me, I admit it, but he could also be so gentle and caring. I knew him years ago when I was only a lost girl. My boyfriend at the time had just left me in such a disgusting way, he said he could not stand my ugliness anymore and this big flabby body that I was carrying, nothing ever suited me, my clothes were always either too small or too big. In high school I had suffered a lot of harassment so I ended up taking refuge in food until I reached a point of no return. I was alone in the world, I had no family to help me get better and my boyfriend at that time was also my best friend, until he threw all that hatred in my face. I then wanted to end it, I had enough. I then went to that bridge connecting the two cities that the river of Westwood was separating. My feet above the safety barriers, a car stopped, a man then got out of this black vehicle. Tall, with a mysterious look but a face so pleasant to look at, he was exactly like those mafia men that I saw in my favorite series or that I imagined when reading my stories. Muscular, curly hair. He was the perfect man in my eyes. He then introduced himself to me under the name Damon, I was under his charm. He convinces me not to jump and tells me that he was going to help me take revenge on my ex boyfriend. That I did not need to jump, he saved my life. He then took me in at his place, taught me to fight, to use weapons or some other knowledge used in illegal jobs. I personally perfected myself in technology over the years. Here I am today, three years later, working for him, I had succeeded in taking revenge on my ex boyfriend, I had taken such pleasure in seeing him suffer. It was so simple, he was so easy to impress. So when I contacted him and started to flirt with him he fell immediately under my charm, I sent him some pictures of me, of my chest, all modified to avoid him recognizing me and he did the same. So when I had enough humiliating pictures of him I sent them to all the students of his law university that he had so dreamed of joining. He ended up leaving everything and fell into alcohol and hard drugs, that our men provide him. Following that, Damon started little by little to give me espionage missions. Most of the time I had to go to parties where some of the competitors were and collect a maximum of information. Like I had to do today. - “What are you thinking about, are you stressed for your mission,” shouted Diego as if I could not hear him -“Stop saying nonsense, it is not the first time that Damon sends me.” -“If you think that he really loves you, why does he send you to flirt with other men,” he tells me with that sly smile that I hated But I was asking myself more and more the question. A man who loves is a jealous man. Why does Damon behave so badly with me when he literally saved my life. I often blame his blows and insults on the accumulation of anger he has at work or during his missions, after all it is not easy to control and manage the biggest mafia in the country. We finally arrive in front of the house where the party of tonight was going to take place. I had previously studied the place well in order to know all the exit doors in case something happened. I also modified the images of all the surveillance cameras, and connected the microphones to the servers of our computers to hear everything that is said 24 hours a day as long as the technical team of Luis Frances had not found the error. Luis Frances is one of the oldest big drug barons of the country, half of the cities are under his regime. Some ministers and corrupted police officers work for him and he is one of the main competitors of Damon. I get out of the car, not without hearing once again a disagreeable remark from Diego and I walk toward the entrance door of the immense domain until a familiar voice interrupts me in my movement.