Heart of Pains

Chapter Thirty-Four

Hannah's POV

I'm the queen of the night, but I have not been living up to my expectations, and people are going to relax. But it's time I set them straight.

So here I am, dressed in all black, and wearing a bulletproof mask. I take my silent pistol, my 2mm Kolibri, wolfsbane, and wood in hand. I don't want to be caught unaware.

It isn't very good to trust anyone in this world, and that is what keeps you alive.

I watched my husband sleeping in our bed and leaned down to kiss him before I was about to walk outside.

"Where are you going, Han?" I guess he wasn't asleep.

I froze but didn't turn.

"I'm going to my kingdom, Damien, and the less you know for now, the better for you. Now have a good night's rest," I replied curtly.

I could feel Damien's hard stare on my back as he sat up and started to get out of bed.

"I'm not going to get any sleep if you leave, so I might as well get dressed and come with you," he said.

I shook my head, biting my lip worriedly.

"No, Damien, where am going is dangerous, it's not a place you need to be if I take you...," I began to say, but Damien cut me off with his eyes boring into mine.

"I can defend myself, Han, so you can't stop me from coming with you," he insisted stubbornly, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

I let out a sigh and threw my hands up in the air in exasperation before turning on my heel and walking out the door. If he insisted on coming, fine, but I was so done with his stubbornness.

"Fine, I won't go with you, but I'm going to be home late, so do whatever you want," he said, giving up.

I walked downstairs and to the garage, getting in the driver's seat of my car. After waiting a few minutes, Damien showed up. He walked over to the passenger's side, opened the door, and slid in. Without looking at him, we drove off in silence.

After a few minutes of being on the road, Damien couldn't contain himself anymore. He turned to me, his eyebrow quirked inquisitively.

"Where are we going, Han?" he asked, trying to satisfy his curiosity.

Sighing, I began my explanation.

"I don't have the convenience to explain everything to you yet, but I'm a Queen and a Don, which means I rule the Mafia, and I rule over immortal supernatural creatures like werewolves and vampires among others. They're rogues that became one by choice, not chance. And I live up to that expectation. I'm dangerous, Damien, and you're going to experience that tonight. And while we don't sell drugs, we're the top assassins of the state."

His eyebrows rose in shock.

"You mean you kill people and get paid?"

"Yes," I answered honestly without beating around the damn bush.

"Alright, but immortals, vampires, and werewolves are not real," Damien said.

"Then you have to wait and see for yourself. Do you have any more questions, honey?"

"None I could think of, for now. I just have to wait and see," Damien said.

And we kept quiet, each person to their thoughts. I like my husband but I pray that his curiosity doesn't harm me. I mean nobody is to be trusted.

Damien:

I was close to asking where we are going. We have been driving for an hour until she stopped at a deserted area outside town. Like seriously, where the fuck are we?

"Stay by my side and just watch," she said while stepping out of the car.

This place looks like your normal family home, the lawns are trimmed, and it is painted yellow or pink; I don't know because it's nighttime. The street lamps were dimly glowing, and the stars were shining, but still, it was difficult for me to see.

We walked to the front gate, opened it, and stepped into the front yard. After going up the front steps, Hannah knocked thrice and stepped in without waiting for anyone to answer. All this time, she hasn't said any word, and she became so cold, that I can't even find any trace of emotion in her eyes. I felt fear creep up my spine. I mean I can't even recognize my wife in the body, I mean it's as if another person has taken over her body.

"Damien, I need you to mask your emotions, don't let them see your weakness, and don't say a word to anyone," she commanded before stepping inside the house, walking to the portrait of Abraham Lincoln, and tapped on it.

It's weird how she's been acting, but I will just go along with whatever she says. I heard movement, and then a door opened and closed to the portrait. I gaped; it was a fucking door. We went down the stairs, and everything was so dark, but I felt her hand on mine. She squeezed it gently.

"Trust me, Damien," she said gently.

That made me feel so much better, but I heard low, animalistic growls. After walking for thirty minutes, we stopped and she let go of my hand.

I reach out my hand to search for hers. I felt her staying close to me to keep me calm.

"Don't worry, I'm always right beside you," she whispered.

I became calm once again, I don't know but I trusted her and also believed in her. Call me a puppet I don't care, I love this woman, no matter how cliché it sounds. I don't mind laying down my life for her.

"Light," she commanded and everywhere became bright, so fucking bright I had to blink a couple of times before I could get used to it.

I felt her hold my hand on a fucking throne, I mean WTF how did it get there? I take a look around.

"That was a mistake," my subconsciousness said to me.

There were so many people, we were in a place like a hall, with many chairs, and every living soul was standing, I was baffled, shocked, and afraid.

"Don't let them smell your fear," whispered Hannah.

I did not realize we had reached the throne, after climbing the stairs, she sat on the dark magnificent throne carved from rich obsidian and beckoned me to sit beside her. I did, no questions asked, just taking it all in.

"My queen," said a voice.

"Long live our queen!" the chorus of voices echoed.

"Sit," she told me.

I rested my back more comfortably on the seat and sat just as everyone else did.

When the room was quiet, she gave a subtle, approving nod before speaking.

"Welcome to my very important meeting," she said, standing up.

Her voice boomed through the hall, and I glanced around looking for a microphone before seeing a small one strapped to her ear. She was also wearing a long, elegant black coat with the name "Shadow" written on the back.

Wow, she looked dangerously beautiful.

"All right, now since that's out of the way, I'd like to introduce you to my husband and King, Damien," she said, turning to me and removing her face mask. "I want you all to keep your claws, fangs, guns, and knives away from him. Don't harm OR kill him. If he ever betrays us, I should be the one to kill him." At her last statement, I felt all the blood drain from my face yet no emotions crossed hers.

Everyone nodded in agreement and fear– knowing that trying to harm me would not go well for them. She smiled coldly before continuing.

"Everything I say stays in this room. That's why we're shadows. We leave no trace behind. Outside the room, we're caring, loving, and have good careers - everything the world wants us to be. But in the night, we become the shadow of those things with deep loyalty that runs deep. We hate traitors, so my question is, who amongst you dares to betray me?" she said while taking her seat.

Looking down at her hand, I noticed a large ring with a carving of werewolves and fangs that wrapped around her thumb. The ring looked very heavy on her finger, but she wore it with ease.

What have I gotten myself into?