My Guilty Pleasure

43. Over the Limit

-There is nothing more that I can say... You are putting me in a really bad position.- The man in front of me is wiping the glass, not looking at me. But I am not taking my eyes off him. I want to see every expression that he makes. I'm sure he is afraid to tell me but I would never get him involved. I just need to start from somewhere. 

-You do realize that I already know a lot. I just need a name. Or just someone who is connected to this...Viper? I mean I haven't heard of the worst nickname but fine.- This earned me a small smile and the bartender shrugged. 

-I have my orders so you should know better than to bug me. If you are really trying to help the boss then ask him. He should tell you everything.- Now I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my juice.

-Well, prison isn't the best place for heart-wrenching stories.- Now his eyes connected to mine and he smirked.

-Who said it is a heart-wrenching story. Maybe it's just a scary story.- Now I got closer to him smiling as sweetly as I could at this situation. 

-Then you should be kind enough to tell me. I'm not easily scared and I like a good story.- The bartender shook his head.

-Look... I like Damien, as much as you could like anyone in this business. And you are not half bad, I met girls more annoying than you are. But still... I ain't gonna tell you anything. It's the code, I doubt anyone would tell you. Give it up.- Now I rolled my eyes wanting to continue but his face is telling me this is as far as he would go.

-Fine! Just so you know, you really suck! Your boss could be out now if only you are not such a prick. Just sit there and make sure this place is clean, I guess that's the best you can do.- He snickered at my words and gave me his best stink eye.

-If you are trying to provoke me it's not going to work. We know how things work in this business. Maybe it's best that Damien stays in prison for now. Not that you would understand.- What an annoying man. How can staying in prison be good for Damien? Especially since he is staying in prison because of me. 

-You have wasted enough of my time, bye.- He didn't bother answering me and I walked out, feeling a bit discouraged. I followed so many leads in the past weeks and they were all dead-end. I feel like I'm running in circles. A sigh escaped me as I made my way home. Home... Well, I want to say it's home but lately, I've been feeling guilty. It's like I never see Zachary anymore. If I'm home than he is at work. If I'm not at home than he is taking care of Aurora. My daughter, our daughter. She is another reason why I can't give up. She deserves to know her real father, to know the real Damien, not some criminal behind the bars. Just as I was about to enter my house, a ring of my cellphone broke my thoughts. The caller is unknown but something tells me this could be important...

-This is a call from The Federal Correctional Institution. Press one if you wish to accept the call...- As soon as I realized that this could be Damien I pressed the number it said and after a few seconds, all I could hear is his voice.

-Listen, I'll be quick. You need to stop. The word got out that you are trying to free me and... Well, I can't talk like this. Come visit me tomorrow.- My heart stopped. He wants me to visit him? Why? So he could yell at me again and tell me to stop this. Because I won't stop. Also, there is Zachary...

-I can't... There is nothing you could tell me anyway. I won't stop, I already made a promise to get you out and that's what I'm doing.- I said with way more confidence than what I had. His voice tends to make me weak. I heard him groan and I can only imagine what his face looks like now. 

-Desiree... Please come see me, this is serious. I'll... I'll tell you what I can tomorrow.-  My heart swelled at his words. This is what I wanted, I wanted to know the truth, I wanted for him to explain what had happened in the past year. But I can't... Zachary only asked for one thing, and that is to not see Damien anymore. I closed my eyes and battle with myself.