DD's // TOSKA

- TWENTY-FOUR -

Damon poured himself an Irish whiskey; he felt like he deserved it after all. Deetra didn't even get in trouble to ask him about the shooting. James was playing with her hair as she was hiding her face behind his muscular arms.

"Is everything alright, Damon?"

James couldn't hold himself back as he asked loudly. Damon puffed and downed the glass before pouring another one. The bitter taste wasn't bad, maybe because he was used to it. James' eyes were on his silhouette, but he ignored his question. He turned his chin to him with a gentle smile.

"I dislike spies. I can't have Felix behind me all the time. I have to find a solution before he destroys everything I have worked for."

A bodyguard entered the living room, and with slow, steady steps, he stopped beside Damon, bringing his lips to his ear. Damon chuckled, satisfied hearing how clean and green the grass was and how the body was out of sight.

"Don't destroy it yet. Go and find Felix Robinson's address; I don't care how."

"Yes, sir."

And as the bodyguard left the three of them behind, a small grin decorated Damon's mouth. He finished his glass and wiped his lips with the outside of his hand. James raised his eyebrows in confusion when Deetra pulled away from his body.

"Was he working for Felix?"

"Yes."

"What will you do, brother?"

"I'll make sure he doesn't harass us for a while."

A couple days later, around 10 am, Sophia Robinson was preparing herself a cup of espresso when she heard the bell ring. She left the cup on the counter and went to the main door. Sophia wasn't waiting for any visitors, so she used the peephole to see who was outside. She didn't know who to expect, and she was more than confused when she faced no one.

Being married to Felix had so many disadvantages. She had to live in his shadow, under his protection, for the rest of her life. She wouldn't mind that she had a bodyguard all around her most of the time, even when she was hanging with her friends.

This time, the bodyguard was late, and the bell rang, and she was all alone. She took a breath and opened the door a bit, her glare on a brownish package on her doorstep. Sophia tilted her head, opening the door fully and taking the cardboard box in.

"Ew..."

She couldn't hold back her words as the package had a terrible smell. She left it on the coffee table before grabbing a kitchen knife. She hadn't ordered anything lately. There was written "Felix Robinson" on it with a black sharpie and terrible handwriting on the top of the package. She slid the blade across the dark tape, destroying it. She grabbed the outer flaps, opening the box. She didn't manage to hold the inner flaps as a scream took over the house along with sobbing.

Sophia was curled on the corner of the couch, her hands on her face covering her eyes. She almost lost her senses facing the awful sight. The woman moved her fingers along her cheeks and looked inside the box again before shooting loudly again.

Robinson's wife grabbed her iPhone and dialled Felix's number in seconds. This time, she didn't have enough patience hoping her husband will pick up the phone sooner or later.

"What's up, Sophia?"

Felix seemed tired as voices and steps could be heard in the background. Sophia was trembling, trying to move away from the package in tears.

"F-Felix, you must come home IMMEDIATELY!"

"Darling, I am busy. Are you okay?"

"P-Please! There's a package for you and- OH MY GOD!"