DD's // SAUDADE

- PROLOGUE -

Somewhere in London, in the middle of nowhere, a mansion filled with bodyguards is lying around some hills, a pretty garden, and a pool decorating it. His owner was in his bedroom, fixing his tie in front of a full-body mirror. Today was a special day. Abigail was giving birth, and he wanted to be by her side, of course, when Felix wasn't around to mess up with him. It's been a long time, but he knew he would put himself in such a significant danger if Felix's eyes caught him.

He smiled, fixing his hair, brushing them backwards with a brush and some hair gel. Damon looked happy; it's been a while since there was a toothy smile on his face. He wasn't jealous of Mason; he was proud of Abigail bringing to this world a healthy girl.

Maybe because he wasn't that scared of kids anymore, since he faced many of his traumatic experiences and got over them. He still had nightmares where Akito walks through the mansion's hallways, waiting for his prey, but with slow and steady steps and some help from a psychiatrist, he managed to reduce them.

Damon had stopped his medication for anxiety and depression here and a few days, following his doctor's orders, and everything was still alright. When he was diagnosed with depression, he was devastated and felt hopeless. He just hoped things won't get brutal at the hospital in chance Robinson sees him.

Deetra walked into her brother's bedroom without knocking; Damon turned his head and glared at his sister. She smiled at him and waved softly; this violet dress that James got her from Ireland looked perfect on her.

"Where are you heading to?"

"Just to the hospital to see Abigail!"

"Did she give birth!? It's been nine months already, hu...."

"As it seems!"

Damon fixed his suit jacket, that playful smile still on his crimson red lips. Deetra closed the door behind her and leaned against her with a sigh. She seemed pretty worried lately, but he couldn't understand why.

Deetra was quite an introvert; no one knew what was going on in her life, not even Damon. She wasn't talking loudly about her problems and was keeping everything to herself. Her brother tried to pursue her to visit a psychologist to rant at least for Jason's behaviour, but she refused. He just wanted to know her thoughts and worries, nothing less, nothing more.

"It's a little baby girl!"

"That's nice...."

"I feel like an uncle!"

"S-Shut up! You're not an uncle, Damon!"

Deetra jumped accidentally, her pupils dilating in fear. Her body acted like thousands of volts of electricity went through it. Damon stared at his sister, confused, before scratching his cheek. She gulped and tried to appear calm and gathered, but she failed miserably; her heartbeat was echoing through the whole room. He took a step closer to her sister, and she took one back, being against the door again. The kingpin pushed his hands in the pockets of his black pants as Deetra fiddled with her golden rings.

"Is everything alright, Deetra?"

"Um, y-yes!? Just the thought of you being an u-uncle feels like a bunch of bullshit!"

"Oh... I guess so. Now excuse me...."

Damon pushed his sister aside and opened the door before giving her a good last look. He narrowed his eyes; Deetra coughed, feeling her neck drier than a desert as she brought her arms behind her back.

Damon ignored his sister that moment; maybe it was a big mistake, but who knew. He took one of his many cars and headed to the hospital dipped in distress and excitement.