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DAMON
Seeing the way the club looked in the morning was always something I couldn’t easily get used to. Right now it looked like practically a ghost town with the lights dimmed and no noise, except that made from the cleaners who were tidying up everything
left over from the previous night. At first glance it was very hard to imagine how crazy this place got once the sun went to sleep.
The amount of people who loved carrying out the most profane s****l acts in the world kept on increasing day by day and that was something I counted on most in the world. It was what would keep me in business, and this was the best town to do it in. The town that never slept.
“Good morning sir,” the manager said, immediately I walked in.
“How are the books looking.” I replied, not one for small talk.
“We saw a crazy increase in number of patrons yesterday sir,” he said, with a slight smile on his face. “At the rate we are going we might need an extension really soon.”
“That’s great.”
“But…”
There was always a but with this guy.
“The government people were here once again yesterday. I had to pull a miracle for them not to shut us down yesterday, but it definitely wont be easy the next time they come.”
“Yeah, I know. I am currently working on that.” I said, as I continued walking.
He said a whole lot of other things but I had zoned him out already. There had been a lot on my mind the past few days and it seemed like with every passing minute the problems just seemed to pile up even more.
My father had a way of creeping into my head especially when I least wanted him there. I had thought once I left that was going to be the end of it, that I would finally be free from his name, his empire and everything that came with it.
Who was I kidding?
I knew exactly how vindictive he could be, especially when he didn’t get his way and there was no universe in which he was simply going to let me go. He had been trying everything in his power to bring me down since and in a way I knew he was responsible for most of these government sanctions that the club was getting, but I just couldn’t prove it yet.
Hopefully, I would soon be free of it all though, especially since I had finally found a lawyer willing to look past the whole backlash and moral outrage that came with the popularity that the club was getting.
That lawyer. My thought shifted immediately to her.
She had no business occupying my mind this much, but yet she was right there no matter how hard I tried to push the thoughts away, it seemed like it just made it even stronger. To be honest, it disturbed me way more than I cared to admit.
I reached the door to my office and pushed it open. There was someone seated right there in my chair. Feet up on my desk as he made himself extremely comfortable. He had a file held up to his face, conveniently blocking my view of him.
I let out a huge sigh as I already knew exactly who it was. I didn’t need to see him to know that there was only one person who would have this much audacity when it came to me.
“Who is this girl,” a familiar voice asked, “and why do you have a file on her?”
Raul had a grin on his face as he lowered the file and looked at me.
“I’ve warned you before not to go through my stuff,” I said, “And get your feet off my f*****g table.”
“Well, then you should keep your stuff a bit better.” He said,
“I do remember locking this door.”
“Oh well,” he said with a laugh, as he swung his legs down completely unbothered by my presence. “It is nice to see you too Hermano.”
I shook my head, as a smirk tugged at my lips. I had to admit that the sight of him here made me happy even though there was no way I was going to admit that to his face.
Raul and I had practically grown up together in my father’s compound. Me, the heir and him the son of a maid. Our upbringing had been one that was destined to be totally different, but somewhere along the way, he had become my brother in everything but blood.
My father had hated that so much at first and I could still remember him hitting me square across the face as he told me not to hang out with him anymore. That had been my first act of defiance against him.
“You know how nosy I can be.” He said, as he stood up and walked around the office like he owned it.
“Oh, believe me, I do.” I said, “It’s a miracle it hasn’t gotten you killed yet.”
“Ive always been better than you at surviving.” He said again with a grin,
We traded insults for a while as we normally did and it was all so easy and familiar to me. For a moment there it felt like everything was as it was before and nothing had changed.
Then the room shifted. I got quiet as I leaned back against my desk. He saw it immediately and he looked me directly in the eyes.
“Ask,” he said,
There was a brief moment of hesitation, as I let out a sigh.
“How’s the old man?” I finally asked.
Leaving my father’s organization had been hell and the only thing that had made it easier was the fact that my father had believed
Raul would stay. He would be enough to fill the space I left behind.
The old man thought he had beat away the bond between Raul and I so when he had made that rule... No one speaks to Damon… he had no idea it didn’t apply to him.
“He is getting worse,” Raul said, “Paranoid. He seems to think that everyone is against him especially now that you left.” He paused
at this. “You not being there anymore hit him harder than he will ever admit.”
I let out a small sigh, as I knew it just had to be done.
“You know these trips you make out here are risky,” I said,
“f**k the old man,” Raul shrugged, as he looked at me “No offense.”
“None taken.”
“Besides, I am here for business.” He said, and by business I knew exactly what he meant. “How else am I supposed to know whats up with you if I do not come. So, tell me.”
We both started talking and I told him everything that was going on with the club and all. He laughed at this.”
“You’ve changed.”
I raised a brow. “Have I?”
“The Damon I know would have already put a knife to all your competitors throats and called it a day.” He said, as we both laughed.
“I’m still very tempted.” I admitted,
His gaze drifted back to the desk, to the file.
“So,” he said, trying to keep it as casual as possible “This lawyer.”
“It’s nothing,” I replied way too quickly.
His eyes sharpened as he looked me over.
“This is not the time to be distracted.”
“I know.”
“Good,” he said, as he straightened up. “Because, I didn’t come all this way just to admire your redecorating.”
“I figured.”
“The old mans about to make a move,” Raul said, as he got serious. “And I am fairly certain it concerns you more than anyone else.”
“How?” I asked,
He didn’t answer right away and I could tell already just how serious whatever he was about to say was.
“He’s coming here.”
For a moment, everything stopped as the weight of what he said hit me.
There was only one reason my father would cross that ocean.
Me.
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