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Chapter 12: Unexpected

NAYA POV

The guys sat Damien down on the sofa in his office. He tried to get up, but they made pushed him down.

"Stop moving. You're hurt." One of the men whose name I didn't know said.

"What happened?" An unhappy Violet asked Scar.

"I'm fine, sis," Damien said, coughing, and she turned to look at him.

"FINE? You're literally bleeding and there are bruises all over you. And you can't even speak without coughing. You told me this was a simple mission." Violet yelled at him. She turned to face the other guys. "Why aren't you guys hurt?"

"They attacked him when we weren't around." One of the guys said.

"They? Who are they?" I saw Damien shaking his head at the guys, gesturing to them not to say anything. Violet crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Well?" She raised her eyebrows. "Wes?"

"The...Black Wolves." One of them quietly said. I recognized this guy from the bar. He had the matte black ring.

"WHAT?" Violet was practically screaming now.

"Violet. Calm down." Damien coughed again. "I'm fine."

"Fine, my ass!" She walked to the side, frustrated.

"Guys." Damien turned to the group of men. "Just unload the box and put it in the back room. Go home. We'll meet tomorrow." They reluctantly nodded and walked out of the room. It was just Scar, Violet, Damien, and I left in the room.

"How did the Black Wolves even know you were going there?" Violet asked.

Who were these guys?

"Who are the Black Wolves?" I asked.

Damien whipped his head to look at me, but groaned and rubbed his neck. Violet didn't look like she knew what to say. Scar looked frustrated or angry or both. Yup, definitely didn't like me.

"They're our rival gang," Violet spoke up first. I nodded. It was probably best if I didn't ask any more questions. She turned to Scar. "Scar. You can head out. I got it from here." Scar nodded and walked out. She turned to me. "Naya. You can go too. I'll take care of him."

If I was going to be hanging with these guys, I wanted to help. Even if I wasn't actually part of the gang. I didn't want to seem like a burden. "It's fine, Violet. I'll help."

"Ok." She walked towards the cabinet next to Damien's desk. "Dammit. Antiseptic wipes are out." She closed the drawer. "I'll go up to Vince's and see if he has some." The girl left the room, leaving Damien and me there.

I looked at him and saw some blood dripping down his face. "Hold on." He looked up at me and I walked out of the room. I went to the sink at the minibar and wet a paper towel I found. I walked back into the office and stood in front of Damien who looked up at me with his gorgeous green eyes.

I knelt down in front of him, in between his slightly separated legs, and he brought his gaze down to me. My heart was beating erratically.

Why do I feel like this?

"I'll just wipe some of the blood," I said and he nodded. I held the right side of his face with my left hand and slowly dabbed the wet paper towel on the wound under his left eye. I then moved down to the one on his jaw. I could feel it tense as I touched it. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's ok." He said quietly. I could feel him staring at me, burning a hole into my soul, but I kept my eyes on his jaw.

I finished wiping the blood on the jaw cut and looked at him. I brought my arms down and rested them on his knees. We were staring at each other. Even though his face had wounds and bloodstains on it, he still looked good: his big green eyes, defined jawline and sharp cheekbones, and perfect lips.