He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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When a good move appears, you look for a better one.
My father went behind my back and arranged this engagement without me being able to stop it.
I know that asshole's reasons, too.
That reason is to stop my relationship with Jessica; he read me like a book, and now I'm paying the price.
Not for long.
A good move would be to out Brittney's secret and destroy her prim and proper image. The better move is to destroy the possibility of the marriage itself.
I've been sitting on this information for a while, and now it's time to make a play and use it.
The fallout will be destructive.
Damaging.
But I don't care. This is what I'm known for.
Havoc.
If he wants a battle, then I'll give him a war.
That's why I'm on my way to our family mansion. I should be going to Jessica's house since she fled home like a frightened rabbit, but I have a more pressing issue to take care of. My asshole of a father.
He's exactly where I expected him to be, in his office nursing a bourbon.
"Son, I expected to see you," he smirks, lifting his glass of bourbon to his mouth and taking a sip. "I take it you know about your engagement."
"Cut the crap. I know you pushed this because of Jessica."
"Watch your tone with me, son. Your infatuation with a girl who is beneath you is merely amusing."
"So are the latest headlines; I suggest you look at them."
He narrows his eyes at me before he flicks his attention to his laptop.
Before I made my way here, I sent the information to the authorities and the press. The amount of evidence I had would have caused immediate destruction.
"Well, well, well," he muses. "I have to say, son, I'm impressed. It looks like I've taught you well."
This asshole hasn't taught me anything. Rage floods my veins as I keep my face impassive. The only thing he's taught me is that emotions are weaknesses. A weakness I now have for my Princess. A weakness I'll protect with my life.
"I suggest you call off this engagement before this ordeal tarnishes your reputation, father."
She's infuriating when she's stubborn; it's enough for my beast to rise to the surface with the need to fuck that quality out of her.
Her phone is off. My attempt to ambush her at her house backfired. Her housekeeper wouldn't let me in. She's not seeing guests—as if I'm a guest. I'm her fucking boyfriend.
She might detest that label now, but I couldn't give a fuck. She's mine.
It would be a cold day in hell before I ever let her go.
Gossip and whispers about the unfolding news fill the school. Havoc is in the air, filling my lungs to the brim.
Brittney will have her tail tucked between her legs by now. She won't survive, making the tables turn on her.
She's always thrived on being the center of attention, but this is different. She's now on the receiving end of the bitching and drama.
Do I think she deserves this? Probably not. But it was bound to happen eventually.
It happened sooner rather than later because of me.
She's packing up her locker as I make my way over to her. People gossip around her, their eyes fixed on her every action.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" she shouts.
When she sees me standing by her, her face falls.
"You did this, didn't you?" she growls.
"I would lie to you and say no if I didn't know you would see through my bullshit."
"I'm going to destroy you, Damon," she sneers.
"Go ahead, Brittney. I can still tell everyone about your habits, which you keep as a dark secret."
"Haven't you done enough?"
"If it makes you feel better, you happen to be collateral damage."
"It doesn't, asshole, my whole life is ruined," she slams her locker shut and turns to face me. "Mark my words, Damon, you will pay for this."
"I would like to see you try. It was bound to surface, and you're aware of that."
"You're a heartless prick, you know that," she shoulders past me and heads for the main doors. "Watch your fucking back, Damon. This isn't over."
I don't expect anything less from her. She was the Queen B of the school for a reason. She's possibly as heartless as I am.
She won't run away from this forever. No, she will come back swinging.
Her world is crumbling between her fingers, and there's not a damn thing she can do about it.
She won't let this slide, but she won't spill my secret either. If I know anything about Brittney, it's that she's obsessed with her image. She won't risk anything that might tarnish it.
Do I regret this? No. Like she said, I'm heartless. If something gets in my way, I destroy it, ruin it.
Throw havoc onto it until it burns to ash.
The only thing I care about is the girl who is giving light to my black soul—a soul filled with so much darkness that I'm surprised she's penetrating it.
But she is.
She might hate me, but she's fucking mine for eternity.
She can run, but I enjoy hunting her down. I'll always catch her. Always.
I should have told her about the engagement, but I didn't. I thought I could stop it without causing havoc. I should have trusted my instincts. You don't win the game by playing it safe.
Storm walks over with a sly smirk on his face. He leans back on the locker, looking at the chaos unfolding throughout the school.
"Nice play," he says.
"It was necessary."
"Watching the queen fall is satisfying."
"She won't fuck with Jessica again."
He grunts, signaling the end of his conversation with me. This asshole doesn't waste his energy talking; I'm pretty sure nothing holds his attention for long. It's as if everything except any form of chaos bores him to death.
Brittney's little performance earlier sealed her fate. She targeted Jessica, flashing around an engagement ring she didn't even want.
I now know why.
I found out something interesting earlier. Brittney hates Jessica because of a certain someone—someone I despise.
