Substitute for Lawson

10

All the way in the car played melodic lulling music and there was deathly silence. Damian calmly drove the car, and the girl was silent, turning her head to the window. Remembering the words of a friend and a boss, about the fact that he has two children, the girl was moved, she wanted to squeak it is not clear from what, but watching this couple, one could immediately understand that there is love on earth. Unable to bear it, Emily chuckled loudly and broke into a smile.

- Why are you smiling? - clicked Damian, noticing the girl's intemperance.

- Yes ... just ... - she waves it off, but does not stop smiling.

- What? Come on, can we laugh together? Share a joke.

- This is not a joke ... - she frowned slightly. - Simply…

- Well?

- I keep thinking about Lucas and Alice ...

- So what? What to think about them? Lowsen chuckled.

- You look at them, and hope arises inside ...

- Which one? He yawns.

- What love is. The fact that I have not lost everything. You look at them ... and like reading a love story ... - Amy yawns next, but trying to suppress a yawn, she covers her mouth with her palm. Damian said nothing. He thought so too. I thought how she did.

- Yes ... their love story really looks like a novel. - after a long silence breaks the silence. The girl stares at the deputy, puzzled.

- For a novel? How did they meet? You know?

- Yes.

- Tell me! - Immediately generating interest in himself, the secretary perks up.

“No,” he chokes out a chuckle, shaking his head.

- Why?

- This is not my story. I have no right to talk about it. Ask Alice. - he breaks off, and on this their conversation ends before the end of the journey.

The girl even managed to doze off. Stopping the car on the sidewalk of a small apartment building, Damian gently shook the girl on the shoulder.

- Emily ...

- Mmm ... - she moaned and turned restlessly.

- We arrived ... - whispered in the girl's ear and already unbuckled the girl from the seat belt.

After his words, she abruptly opened her eyes. Turning her head, she recognized the same old house in which she lived.

- Oh ... - rubs his eyes. - I fell asleep…

- Nothing. It happens. Damian shrugs and doesn't mind falling into bed himself.

- Goodbye ... - Opening the door, Emily quickly got out of the car and wondering how Damian still remembers her address at home, poisoned herself to the entrance.

Opening the door, the girl enters the staircase, the eerie darkness made her shudder a little, but exhaling, she quickly went up to the second floor, to her apartment, which she rented. Reaching for the key to the keyhole, she twitches her eyebrows in surprise, realizing that the door is open.

- What? Did I forget to close the door? - Mumbles under his breath and pulls the handle, goes into the dark corridor. There is no light everywhere, but the feeling that the TV is working. Stepping quietly on the floor and simultaneously turning on the light, the girl looked into the small living room connected to the kitchen.

- Oh, she came, - a man was sitting on the couch with his back to Emily, lounging carelessly, watching TV. From the suddenness, the girl was frightened and shuddered. The girl clearly did not expect this. It's not just evening on the street, but night.

“Mister Bunch…” she said in dismay, removing a small purse from her shoulder.

A 35-year-old man was the son of the owner of this apartment and sometimes came for money instead of his mother, but didn't she already pay for several months in advance?

- Where have you been for so long? - gets up from the couch and smiles slowly towards the girl.

"W-what are you doing here?" Fox babbles, unable to budge.

- What? Can't I come to my own apartment? - comes close and lightly running his fingers on the girl's cheek, peering into the frightened blue eyes. - I really thought that I would not find you ... - smoothly switches to a whisper and licks his lower lip with his tongue, puts his hand on Emily's waist. Now she's really scared. - Will you buy some tea?

- Tea? - quickly blinks her eyes, but this is what makes the girl start to move. This is better. - Yes ... of course, - quickly pulls away from his place and barely standing on his feet from fear, goes to the kitchen set along the way taking off his short jacket.

Everything flies out of hand, almost broke a cup, accidentally poured water into an electric kettle and all this for fear of turning. Different thoughts did not fly out of my head. What should she do? Why was he here at night? He looked so much like a maniac now, although he had not shown any signs before. Is he crazy? While she, frightened by her thoughts, tried to make tea, suddenly other people's strong hands closed on her waist. Hot breath hit the neck, and the male body pressed it with all its strength against the wooden pedestal.

- How good you smell.

Damian had already managed to turn the car around and was moving towards his area, but when the car was parked at a traffic light, out of nothing to do, he turned his attention to the next seat.

- What? - an unfamiliar phone was lying on his skin. Taking it in his hands, he removes the lock and sees on the screensaver a girl who has just been dropped off at her house, hugging a woman he does not know. - Here is a muddler ... - claps his tongue and twisting it again in his hand, throws it back. - And what to do with her ...

As much as he would not like, Damian could not leave someone else's phone with him. Better to give it right away, because heand she might need it. Maybe even at the moment. Having stopped the Aston Martin in the same place as it was 15 minutes ago, the man got out of the car. Looking around, he tried to remember what kind of apartment she had and where exactly the windows were.

The dark entrance seemed strange to him, and having barely felt where the steps were, he had to turn on the flashlight in the phone.

- But what is it ... - Damian muttered under his breath, and having already risen to the second floor, he froze when he heard a scream.

- Let me go! Not! “It came from the apartment that Damian wanted to ring. - Not! I do not want! It didn't even sound like a simple objection, it was a cry, a cry pleading for mercy.

- What the f**k? - stunned the man with his mouth open. After another scream, he thoughtlessly grabbed the handle and flew into the apartment. Yes, that same apartment, that same voice of this forgetful cowardly girl. Is she kidding her there killing?

- Come on, I saw how you wanted me! It was now a gruff male growl. - Do not resist, you fool! - there was the sound of a slap and it was at this moment that Damian reached the epicenter of events. A pressed and exhausted girl, in half-torn and half-stripped clothes and an incomprehensible man who was not averse to r**e this girl.

- Emily! - without hesitation for a long time, he grabs the man by the scruff of the scruff and throws him away from the girl, allowing her to crawl to the floor exhaustedly, holding her hand to her cheek, burning from a strong slap, the girl could not catch her breath and sobbed intermittently, shaking her shoulders. Due to severe shock, she still could not fully recover, and he was too shocked by the whole situation, he could not imagine what could have happened if he had not returned, or returned a little later.

- Who are you? - only manages to pronounce the r****t, as in response he receives a blow to the cheekbone.

Blinded by Damian's rage, he did not even let the man react or defend himself, striking blows at the end, the exhausted one passed out from the control blow, kicking the unconscious body with his foot, he frowned.

- That's a freak. - he spits out and responding to crying, rushes back to the girl, sitting down on her knees opposite her, and carefully examining, tries to remove trembling hands from her tear-stained face. She stubbornly resists trying to hide somewhere in the corner. Only now does he notice that her T-shirt is torn, revealing a low-key black bra, the jeans that were before are lying on the floor. From this all, the deputy is even more angry, it seems he is ready to kill this bastard, but now he is stopped by a girl who needs to be reassured. - Hush ... hush, baby, - he begins to whisper and, moving closer, presses the crying girl to him. She continues to shake in his arms, but as she feels her hands gripping the T-shirt on his back, she realizes that she is beginning to realize that safety is coming. He runs his hand soothingly through her hair and sways a little, whispering soothing words. - All is well, you are safe, I will not let you offend, anyone ... do you hear? Don't cry ... - he says and tries his best not to think about what would happen if he weren't here. - Do you want me to kill this bastard? M?

- No ... - Emily sobs quietly and looks up at the boss, raising her head. - Don't ... - looking over his shoulder, the girl sees a man lying on the floor and shuddering, immediately hides, burying her forehead against Damian's shoulder. - I was so scared ...

- Hush ... - the man feels that she is about to start crying again, so he presses her closer to him. - It's all over ... Everything will be fine, I'm near ...

"You ... you didn't kill him?" - due to habit, Amy begins to speak formally, but now there is no time to pay attention to it. Damian just grins and feels that she no longer shudders in hysterical crying, retreats and rises to her feet.

- No, I just knocked him out ... let him cool his ardor. He says angrily. - We need to call the police, but for now, get ready.

"Wh-what police?" Where to go? - often blinks his eyes and sniffs, stands in front of the boss. - No need ... - shakes his head convulsively.

- Why is it not necessary? Who is he anyway? Why did you let him into the apartment at such a time? - I want to raise my voice, but the man is holding back with all his might, clenching his fists.

“This… he… the owner of this apartment… he leases it to me…” he closes his eyes with his palms and tries not to cry. - He ... he had a key ... - squeezes out and falls silent.

- What? Is he a p*****t? Here ... Why don't you want the police, he should be jailed ... he almost r***d you! Look at yourself! - bitterly he squeezes out and clenches his teeth. Now bruises are already visible on her arms and thighs, which are likely to become even larger and bluer by morning.

- No ... they ... I rent an apartment from his mother for such a small amount ... and I am grateful to her ... therefore, the police do not need ... - on the second circle he bursts into tears that looked more like hysterics, which stops Damian. While the girl is crying, the man looks around. Finding a small bedroom, he shamelessly goes inside and opens the closet, pulls out the first things that came to him.

-Change quickly, - comes back and throwing clean clothes in front of Fox, begins to pull off the torn T-shirt from her.

- What are you doing? - Due to the recent forced contact with a man, even Jungkook's actions are terribly frightening, making her shrink and tremble.

- Then don't be stupid and start moving, - the deputy frowns and retreats.

Oddly enough, the girl obeys and changes clothes a little shy and trying to hide behind. It is strange that he chose a home dress, but it was the first that came to hand. When the girl finishes, Damian pulls off his jacket and, like a child, wraps it up.

- Everyone, let's go. You can't stay here any longer. - for some unknown reason, puts a hood on her head and, grabbing her hand, is already going to drag her back to the exit.

- What? Wh-where are we?

- To me. I won't let you be here anymore. Everyone went out of here, - the man puffs angrily and, picking up the stubborn and frightened girl under the hips, leaves the apartment. “If you resist, I will report to Scotland Yard and this bastard will be imprisoned for a long time.

Quickly stepping over the steps, Lowesen together with the girl leave the ill-fated house, and opening the car carefully puts the girl on the seat. Due to a long cry, the body cannot calm down in any way and continues to shudder a little sobbing and swallowing air. It seems he forgot to put shoes on her because he just took them out of the apartment. But now it doesn't matter, the main thing is to take her away from danger. Inside, it still jumps.

The girl, warmed up and calmed down, wrapped herself in a man's jacket and dozed all the way. Strong stress overcame the exhausted body of the girl, and even in her sleep, she trembled in fright from her frowning eyebrows.

Having driven into the underground parking of his house, Damian did not even begin to wake the girl, oddly enough, the tightly dozing girl did not even open her eyes when he pulled her out of the car and carried her towards the elevator.

Barely opening the door to his apartment, he even carried the sleeping girl into the bedroom without taking off his shoes. Hah, how funny, everything seems to be the same ... Saturday night to Sunday, he returns home with a girl, but only the intentions are completely different. He puts her on a soft bed in the guest bedroom, and pulls off his jacket from her, carefully covers it with a blanket. The girl again mutters something in her sleep, frowns and finally smacking her lips, rolls over from her back to her left side, tucking her legs under her.

- Sleep ... - breathes out with relief Lowsen and leaving the bedroom, begins to take off his clothes. You need to take a shower and go to bed. The man is still shaking with anger, he wants to go back and kill this bastard that dared to touch her. It's so good that he returned then, and even better if they stayed with friends outside the city.

***

The girl had nightmares all night and once again trying to escape, she screams and sits on the bed, opening her eyes. Trying to catch his breath and calm the rhythm of his heart, he looks around and realizes that he is with Damian. For some reason, she does not remember how she got to bed and this seems to be the second time. Now she realizes how grateful she is to him. He saved her from the dirty hands of Mr. Bunch, who turned out to be a terrible p*****t.

Getting out of a warm bed, the girl sneaks on tiptoes along the corridor and goes out into the living room, hoping to find a deputy there. But no, the living room and the kitchen are empty. Gathering impudence and thinking that he might be asleep goes to his bedroom, but opening the door ajar meets only the scent of his perfume. The room is empty.

- Where did he go ... - Emily mutters to herself and returns to the living room goes to the refrigerator.

On the kitchen cabinet is a plate with a triangular sandwich covered with cling film, and a glass of orange juice on which was attached a yellow sticker with a warning sign: "Just try not to eat :)". Taking the glass in hand, the girl grins and brings the glass to her lips. And why does he think that she will starve? Under her breakfast, the girl stumbles upon a small sheet of paper, on which a message is also left: “I need to leave for a while on business, so settle down ... P.S. cook something for lunch. " For some reason, the girl involuntarily smiles and, taking a glass and a plate, sits down at the dining table. She chews on a delicious sandwich and is already staring at the note with a strange smile, and yet she sympathizes with his concern, he is not so bad as she thought.

Having dealt with all the cases, Damian got out of the car with a scowl. Behind him was a small truck for transporting things and furniture, which he had hired today for the upcoming business. I had to return to the apartment and find out in advance where this same Mr. Bantch lives, and visit him and his mother. He was still too angry, so to stand on ceremony with neither the one (as it turned out after that, quickly woke up and came to himself) and the other, who shouted that she had warmed (Amy) a snake on his chest, and that they both would pay that beat her son. Damian had to explain what happens to an attempted r**e and that if both of them do not stop yelling, they will end up behind bars. In an amicable way, he would have done so if I would not have remembered the pleading eyes of a girl who for some reason felt sorry for a man who did not at all deserve kindness in his address. Having terminated the contract, Damian drank the deposit from the crazy family and the amount that Emily had paid for the apartment two months in advance. As much as they did not want to, but they had to obey, because the frightened woman did not want her son to be imprisoned. More and more she will not return there, he will not allow her to do this. Having collected all of Emily's belongings, he decided to move it all to his house, so several movers were now walking after him with boxes in their hands.

Opening the door of the apartment, Damian was surprisingly confronted with an unusual smell for him - the smell of cooking homemade food. With a fairly chuckle, he let the porters into the house, showing them where and what to put.

- Leave it here. - wearily replied he and took out his wallet and paid the full amount.

Hearing Emily's noise, she ran out into the corridor and stared in surprise at the boss and the numerous boxes on the stone floor. Sitting wearily on a leather ottoman, he exhaled a long breath and, running his hand over his face, looked up at the girl. His eyes involuntarily ran all over her body. As he had expected, the bruises were more pronounced, and this made an unpleasant stab in his chest.

- How do you feel?

- I? - she is surprised and shrugs. - Quite ...

“Okay…” he nods and kicks off his sneakers.

“Thank you…” she adds quietly and bites her lip awkwardly.

- Do not deflate me! - Immediately he hissed and got up from the soft seat.

- Ah ... yes ... - purses his lips and stares at the boxes again. - What is it?

- Your things. - he calmly answers and taking off his outerwear, not paying attention to the agitated girl, he goes to his bedroom.

- H-hk are these my things? - the girl runs up to the boxes and examines the contents, opening them.

- You will not return there again. - he comes back, but already almost changed, in home shorts and a T-shirt in his hands.

- In terms of? - Amy does not understand and pulling out a frame with a photo from the box, presses it to her chest.

- You will not live in an apartment where you were almost r***d. - comes closer and towers over her, crosses his arms over his chest. As soon as he remembers the rude face of that man, he begins to get angry.

- So what? What are you suggesting to me? Stay with you? - She grins nervously and, slightly embarrassed by the half-open kind of deputy, lowers her eyes to the floor.

- Yes it is. You will stay here.

- No ... it's not convenient. - quickly shakes his head in protest.

- I didn't ask you. - claps Damian and, finally, putting on a T-shirt on his torso, lifts the girl's chin with his fingers. Emily involuntarily turns red and blinks in embarrassment. - Marry me?