Chapter Eighty-three
***Damian's POV*** I was fighting back the black rage that filling my mind when I heard Emma speaking, yet Nicole handled it better than I had hoped she would. Seems that either something had changed in her thoughts, or she wasn't as concerned with people she didn't know, either way, she was professional, but didn't give an inch. Her voice and smile calmed me some, seeing her wearing the necklace I had gotten for her in addition to the earrings giving me more hope to focus on. When Nicole went into the room, I turned back to Emma waiting to see if she had any brains or self-preservation instincts at all. Alex was beside me, and based on how still he was, I had a feeling he was pretty close to my level of anger as well. "Please, you have to understand I was doing it for yo
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