My Guilty Pleasure

45. The Last Drop

-What?- I asked again, fearing that I'm going mad. I'm probably dreaming, that must be it. Wake up, Desiree... Wake up!

-Open the door, quickly! I can't stay outside much longer, someone may see me.- My palms are so sweaty as I grabbed the door handle, thinking of how I'm breaking every bit of trust Zachary put in me. My heart is beating like crazy and this scenario is the worst thing that can happen to me. I feel like this is some sort of a test. How did he even get out? I don't understand...

-Damien... How are you out?- I asked still not opening the door and I hear him sigh.

-I broke out. What do you think how I got out for fuck's sake?! I handled it as I told you I would. Now let me in!- I'm frowning at his words, still debating should I or shouldn't open the door. I'm sure Zachary wouldn't appreciate him being in our house but what can I do when he's already here. I didn't invite him, I didn't even know he is out of prison. Finally, I decided to open the door and Damien got in as soon as he heard a click of the key, banging the door as he closed it behind him. Now standing in front of me it's like I'm stuck to the ground, barely able to breathe as he's looking at me.

-Start packing! I don't know how much time we have, or if they even know about you but I can't risk it. Get going!- My forehead furrowed as I looked at him like he just escaped from an asylum.

-You...You can't be serious.- I whispered more to myself as he got closer to me and grabbed both of my hands in his, robbing me of my breath.

-Desiree snap out of it! We need to go far away from here. Listen, I promise I'll tell you everything but I need to get you somewhere safe. You and... Aurora.- My mind is trying so hard to understand what is going on, but his grip on me and his pleading eyes are not giving me mercy. It's like I didn't see him in so long, and now everything about him is too much to even look at. His hair is long and it's gathered at man-bun. He is dressed in simple black jeans and a leather jacket over a white t-shirt.

-What... What are you even talking about? You are mad...- Now he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut like he's struggling with something. His hands now released me and he's rubbing his eyes like he's trying to chase the headache away.

-Listen... You were walking on dangerous ground. Some people found out about you and it was only a matter of time before they caught you so they could have leverage over me. My men were guarding you but it's not so easy. I couldn't let anything happen to you so I... I made a deal with the FBI. I told them some of the names and they got me out for now. Alexander's murder was just the tip of the iceberg. They don't care about that, it was just convenient to charge me because my fingerprints were all over him. They've been chasing me for a while now and they want to bring the whole mafia down. So they were more than happy to give me a deal if I was willing to snitch. I think the word is still not out but if anyone finds out what I did, you will be the first person they'll try to get to so they could hurt me.- I gaped at him trying to understand everything. Wait a minute... I can't handle this, it's too much.

-But why? Why would anyone come for me? You have a fiance, wouldn't she be their first stop?!- At this, he snickered and a smirk appeared on his face.

-Oh come on, her dad is probably one of the men who would want nothing more than to hurt me. And Fallon... Well, she couldn't care less what I do, and since I've gone to prison I have to presume engagement is off as I didn't hear from here in a while.- I can't process this. How dare he come here and behave like nothing ever happened?

-You must be mad! This is surely your twisted way of pranking me or whatever. I'm not going anywhere... I'm glad you are out but...-This time he didn't give me a chance to speak as he put his hand over my mouth and leaned in so his forehead is touching mine.