The Billionaire Dark Obsession

The Enemy At The Door

chapter six

The hinges creaking under the unexpected strain, the door to the safe room crashed open with great force. Instinctively drawing nearer to Damien, Elena's heart leaped her throat as she looked for the only source of safety in the mayhem enveloping her life. Damien, however, did not blink. He stared at the doorway, and his eyes' great serenity only served to drive her premonition.

Silhouetted against the faint hallway lamps, the person standing in the doorway was tall and formidable. There it stood, not moving but projecting an obvious sense of threat, a shadow practically too perfect in its stillness. Elena's chest heaved.

Though he did not go for any weapons, Damien's eyes narrowed and he hunched down. The stranger seemed to have no weapon, but his attitude was cool and kind of insinuation he did not need to have one.

Damien's voice was quiet, but in it was unmistakable dignity. It was the voice of a man who was used to managing things instead of responding to them.

The image did not respond right away. Otherwise he moved ahead, his slow, deliberate steps each resonating through the tight quiet of the room. Elena naturally half-backed back, but her legs felt leaden in weight.

The man last spoke barely quietly, his voice practically too tranquil. "I should have known you would be here." You have constantly been the focus. But this I didn't foresee you to be engaged in.

Elena was evaluated by the stranger with eyes flick toward her with an inscrutable look. She felt for a second like a specimen being observed by a biologist—a thing to be studied and grasped, but not really human.

Damien's jaw clenched. "You are wasting me time. If you have come for Elena, this is not the correct location."

The stranger's lips twisted into a small, wise grin. "Safe here you believe she is? Blackwood, you are even more naive than I supposed."

Elena's gut sank. Although she had no idea who this man was, his words hung in the air like a menace she could not yet grasp. Just before she could, Damien put a hand on her arm and stopped her to open her mouth to address, asking who he was.

Don't he said softly but resolutely. "You dont want to find the response just yet."

Elena's body raced and the tension in the room grew thicker. What did Damien want? Why was he acting as if he knew—someone unsafe? Right now, why was she being kept in the dark?

The odd man laughed quietly, obviously entertained by Damien's laid-back attitude. "You are wasting your time, Blackwood. You're no longer the master of things. This is greater than us both.

Damien's gaze flashed with something piercing, as an animal gauging its next step. With restrained anger, he said, "You've got nothing I want." ; Furthermore, she does not acts. You're just squandering your time.

The unknown shook his head, still with lips twisted into the creepy smile. "You don't understand, do you? She's the key. And once she's unlocked, you will not be able to put off what is impending.

There was a loud quiet. As she fought to follow the conversation going in front of her, Elena's heart raced in her head. Her's the key. The words struck so much like a dreadful prophecy she could never shake in her head.

The stranger turned his gaze toward the door before she could question anything, his posture changing from threatening to almost relaxed as if the anxiety had been a competition all along.

"I'm not here to fight," he said, voice calm but arrogant." "But we both understand this is not done." You'll observe.

With that the statue turned and made off, his steps growing indistinct as they disappeared. As she exhaled the breath she hadn't noticed she had retained, Elena's legs felt feeble.

The door closed behind him and left the room eerily quiet.

Damien didn't first move; he still had tense body, as if he were set to burst at any time. He ultimately let out a hard exhale as the seconds ticked by, shoulders slackening and the moment of rest returning to his face.

Elena could not wait any further. She seized his elbow and dragged him back toward her. “What is going on? Why is he after me? Why are you holding things from me?” Damien, who was he?

Though Damien's gaze mellowed a bit, there was still a cautious look in his eyes. "That man... he belongs to a team just been searching for something." Something you have; something they should. Still, I will clarify everything to you. Just not now.

Elena asked irritably, “Why not?rumblings of anger evident. "I am the one they are after; I have to know what's going down."

Damien reached up, his hand going through his hair in a relatively rare display of annoyance. :"You don't to Know all that now, you need to live first.

Elena shook her head; his words' weight sank into her bones. "Tell me I'm stuck in the middle of a conflict for which I am unaware of the rules and you're not letting me know how to live through it."

Damien's eyes flared something inscrutable. i'm letting you know there's a larger view. You're in more danger than you appreciate, as well. Not until they get it will they quit. Right now, you're also that way.

The room was absolutely still, both of them standing motionless following the discussion. The truth of his statement sank upon Elena, constricting her chest. Her presence was the core of something way more sinister than she could have dreamed. And she was totally unaware of how far this perilous game went.

And then, as the hush settled in, the far-off sound of sirens started wailing in the distance and increasing in volume and vicinity. Elena ran cold down her back.

Damien said, his face turning; they're here.

Before Elena could question what he meant, the room descended once more into pandemonium.