DD's // TOSKA

- THIRTY-SIX -

Damon called James in distress, still lying on the bed puffing in anxiety. James answered the phone a couple of seconds later with a soft growl. The drug baron rolled his eyes and held the phone close to his ear with his shoulder.

"Hey, are you free? We need to talk."

"I'm kinda busy right now, Damon."

A gunshot was heard, Damon lost his hearing for a split second; he wondered what James was up to.

On the other side of the line, James had just murdered a man using a gun; he didn't care enough this time to put a silencer on. He pointed the gun at the kneeling man that was beside the corpse. He was crying uglily, begging for his life with heavy breathing and trembling hands.

"Something happened, something serious, and I need your help- "

"Give me a second, Damon. HEY, YOU! Go on and say to my friend what you did."

"W-What...."

The man sounded terrible, or maybe the network was messed up. Damon didn't know what was going on, but James could make grown men cry like babies.

"TALK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

James pressed the gun's barrel with more force against the back of the man's head. He continued crying and begging, saying he has a family and kids.

"I-I...."

"If you're a good boy and tell the truth, I'll spare your life."

"I-I raped my niece! I didn't mean to- "

The man never finished his sentence as James pulled the trigger. Damon's ears couldn't handle more gunshots as he swore, pulling the phone away with anger.

"I told you not to lie, shithead, of course, you meant to, and now there's one more traumatized girl in the world. Anyway, Damon, how can I help you?"

"Can we talk? Anywhere, I don't care, just away from my house!"

"What's wrong? What trouble did you get into this time?"

"JAMES! It's serious, mate! I fucked up, Deetra and I are in danger- "

"Deetra's in danger?"

James didn't really focus on the word "I". He growled as he started walking away from the abandoned farm and getting back in his car.

"Y-Yes! I am in danger, too- "

"WHY IS DEETRA IN DANGER!?"

Damon sighed and rolled his eyes; he was starting to get angry.

"Stop shouting! Can I come from your apartment?"

"Fine. Come in like twenty minutes."

"Whatever, be quick!"

James hung up the call leaving behind a nervous wreck named Damon. Damon wanted to leave the mansion but didn't have the guts to face his sister or even Brianna. He cursed under his breath and got to the hallway, looking around. "Please don't be down, please don't be down...." Damon walked downstairs with slow, quiet steps, but unfortunately for him, Deetra was right in front of his eyes with narrowed eyebrows.

"Where are you heading, "sister"?"

Damon sighed; Deetra really found something to "joke" about. Deetra really didn't know anything about gays and the LGBTQ+ community and had no idea that there were so many other sexualities except straight, gay and lesbian. Damon had to get through her harassment and talk to her later if he's alive and not choked to death by James.

"To James...."

"All alone? Can't I come to? You want to be alone with James?"

She stepped closer to him with crossed arms growling; Damon raised his hands against his chest in defence.