His Dark Obsession

Chapter 14: Her.

My eyes have been locked on the driveway ever since I woke up.

It's 1pm, and Damon hasn't come back or texted me. He's fine, I'm sure he's fine. Right? I'm off work today so haven't been able to pre occupy myself at all, although I'm not sure that would've distracted me to be honest.

It would take a goddamn army to take him down. However, I can't help but think the worst. If something happens to him or to Matt, I'm going to forever feel guilty for it. Afterall, none of this would've been happening if I hadn't rang Damon to begin with. I honestly still can't believe I did that, actively rang my stalker to help me find my Mum. But what else was I supposed to do?

And don't say 'just let the police handle it', because we all know the police don't give two shits about drug users. Everyone else would be the same, thinking it's just another druggie off the street. But that's my Mum, and many other drug addicts are someone else's Mum or Dad.

I should've listened to her.

I should've listened.

Just before I get lost in my thoughts, I see a black car driving towards my house. And I shoot up from the couch as soon as I recognise it.

My feet rush to the front door, and I swing it open just as Damon pulls up. 

"Hey! Fuck, I was starting to worry-"

"Oi, what did I tell you? Stay in the house," he interrupts me with a deep command, and grabs my arm to pull me quickly back into the house with him.

Well hello to you too.

He glances out the door briefly before closing and locking it.

"Why can't I leave the house?" I question, his face looks so serious and almost annoyed.

His eyes fix on mine, "Because I said so. You never know who's watching, especially after going to one of Black Ace's men," he answers firmly. 

"Black Ace? Is that the name of the gang?" I ask as I fiddle with the strap of my top. 

He rolls his eyes and tenses his jaw, almost like he didn't mean to tell me that. But then he nods, and walks into the living room. 

I follow him as my mind wanders; I still can't believe any of this is happening. It feels like something out of a movie, I never thought something so dangerous could be so close. This has all just happened so quickly, and so unexpectedly. I never thought my Mum would be the family member to get a gang after them, but here we are.

Damon takes a seat on the black leather couch, the red fluffy blanket draped over it shaping to his weight. He man spreads as he leans his head back, closing his eyes.

And fuck me, what a sight. I think I might be drooling. My eyes can't tear away from the bulging thighs in his tight black joggers, and don't get me started on what's between them.

Damon's voice breaks my trance; he's looking at me with a smirk. I was too enraptured to notice he'd lifted his head back up, 

"Enjoying the view, darling?" he says teasingly.

I scoff, turning away to try and hide the red flush I can feel creeping at my cheeks, but he definitely already saw it. Ignoring him and trying to save myself from dying of embarrassment, I change the subject, "Are you going to tell me what happened or what?" 

He chuckles at my avoidance to his question, then leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "You want to know every detail?" he questions with his eyes on me, that smirk still visible.

My head tilts and my eyebrow raises slightly, "I don't want to hear about you torturing anyone if that's what you mean," I remark.

His gaze stays fixed on me, "No?", he questions. My breath catches in my throat when he stands up, his stare intense as he slowly walks towards me, "Why not?" his voice is low and slightly menacing.