Chapter 26 - Damon

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    Steve's words ring through my skull

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    Steve's words ring through my skull.

    "She's here, sir, dancing with some guy."

    She's at the fucking club, and she's dancing with some guy.

    Not any-fucking-more.

    I hang up the phone and get into my Ferrari. She's goddamn infuriating. She hasn't been to the club since I've been breathing down her neck. Is she doing this to enrage me?

    Since I found out she's been going there, I've had the bouncers check for her. I'm glad about that now.

    I told her I would let her go, but what I didn't mention was that it would be over my dead fucking body. I gave her an inch so she would run, and I could hunt her down. She's smart enough to know that.

    Infuriating little minx.

    I drive faster than I should through the city, and park right outside the Infinity Club doors. I need to take a breather before my mask slips again and I beat another guy up for laying his hands on what's mine.

    Focusing on my breathing didn't do much to calm my rage, so I storm to the main doors and nod at Steve. The music is loud, and the atmosphere is pumping with intoxicated people who are grinding to the beat of the music. I scan the crowd and growl when I can't find Jessica.

    Where the fuck is she? Did she fucking leave with him? My rage is becoming pure red as I keep searching. I pick up my phone and call Steve so I don't have to walk back over to the door.

    "Did she leave?" I practically growl.

    "No, Sir."

    She has to be here somewhere, then. I stalk my way toward the bathrooms and barge into the ladies' and the men's. She's not in either. Fuck. The only other room down this hallway is a supply closet. Something uneasy washes over me as I go to check it.

    As I turn the knob, I hear someone whisper-shout, "Shh!"

    Inaudible groans and whimpers come from the other side, and I instantly know something is happening. This fucking asshole. I back up enough and slam my foot full force into the door. It cracks in half and swings open.

    "What the fuck?" A man demands, his voice rising as I force my way in.

    As soon as I enter the room, my rage intensifies until everything I see is colored red. Jessica lies on the filthy floor, her consciousness fading and her dress torn apart.

    "This isn't what it looks like; she wanted this."

    "Yeah?" I grab the guy by the collar of his shirt. "Was that before or after you drugged her?"

    He gulps, fear dancing in his eyes as he shakes his head rapidly. "I...I didn't know she was taken."

    That only serves to make my rage worse. I ball up my fist and swing it into his stomach. He cries out as he hunches over, but I'm instantly pulling him back up.

    No part of me isn't feeling a terrifying amount of rage. When he looks into my eyes, his eyes widen like he can see my next move coming. I punch him directly in the face, finding comfort in the way his bone cracks beneath my knuckles.

    I hit him again and again until I hear Jessica groan and whimper, pulling me back to the moment. She's half-naked on the floor. I need to cover her up and get her the hell out of here.

    I remove my jacket to cover her, then pull out my phone to tell Steve what happened. Lifting Jessica carefully in my arms, I carry her out of the club and toward my car.

    I should have fucking killed him.

    Resting her in the passenger seat, I fix her seatbelt to keep her in place. The sight of her wrapped up in my jacket safely in my car has my heart settling a fraction.

    Hang in there, Princess.

    I want to keep an eye on her to make sure she's okay, so it looks like she will spend the night in my bed. If I have my way, she'll never leave again.

    Starting the car I barely let the engine roar to life as I take off in the direction of my house. The drive back to my house is short, thank fucking god.

    Pulling into the garage, I get out of my car. I still feel rage coursing through me. The only comfort is her steady breathing and that she's safe with me.

    Fuck.

    Reaching into the passenger seat, I lift Jessica into my arms. Then, I head to the elevator. It will take me to the third floor, where my room is.

    The second we reach the top and the doors open, I carry Jessica straight into my bedroom and place her on my bed.

    "Damon?" she murmurs as I go to grab a T-shirt from my closet.

    "Shh, Princess, you're safe now."

    She falls back asleep straight away, and I make quick work of undressing her and putting my T-shirt over her head. Once she's comfortable, I head for the wet bar in the corner of my room; I pull out a bottle of whiskey and pour myself a glass. The burn on the way down is like lava, and I relish the sting of it.

    If I hadn't gotten there in time, that piece of shit would have done something unforgivable to her. Who knows how many other girls he has done that to? I should have killed him. Daddy dearest would have gotten me off the charges.

    I don't know how long I've been sitting on the edge of my bed, watching Jessica sleep, but it must have been hours now. I play with her hair, careful not to wake her, but I need to feel some kind of connection.

    I know, with all the blackened parts of my soul, that I have it bad.

    Bad for Jessica fucking Ellis.


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