DD's // SAUDADE

- TWENTY-ONE -

Damon ran like his life depended; the sound of his oxford shoes was echoing through the mansion as they were hitting with force against the marble floor. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils shrank like bright light hit his silhouette. Cold sweat was bathing him as he grabbed the sliding glass door in fear of the worst.

Damon looked around, panting with his half-destroyed lungs. Being a chronic smoker didn't help him at all. Deetra was nowhere to be found, along with James. The grass had turned greyish, and her beautiful flowers were destroyed down to ashes. All it had remained was some petals lying down; their bright red colour was a crimson one. The explosion was so big that it was a miracle how a fire hadn't started.

The drug baron felt cold metal against the back of his neck; he turned around with a sharp movement, not losing time. Soon, he faced a gun's muzzle being against his sweaty forehead. Alex, a young boy, was standing opposite him, holding a handgun with his right hand. His hands, along with his fingers, were trembling badly, and the anxiety was visible on his face. Damon knew it was the first time for him to hold a weapon. The man raised his hands slowly in the air, showing his palms to him and trying to talk to him calmly.

"Alex... I -"

"You lied to me. You said you'll meet me at Big Ben and help me get powerful. You never appeared, though."

"Alex... listen to me -"

"Where's Monica? I know she's somewhere here with that bastard. I followed your car when you picked her up."

Damon gulped, keeping his hands in the air, not wanting a bullet in his skull. Soon, Alex realized a couple of bodyguards pointing their guns at him. They were all aiming at his head and chest, ready to shoot him. There were tears in the corners of his eyes when he held the gun tightly with both of his hands. He couldn't aim straight.

"I-I just want to see Monica! I d-didn't want to cause trouble and destroy anything!"

Damon could see the tears going down his rosy cheeks. He didn't give a damn about the boy though, all he wanted to see was his sister and James right now.

Soon, he heard some coughing. The kingpin turned his head, and with wide eyes, he outfaced Deetra and James. Deetra growled, fixing her dress as James fixed his T-shirt with a groan before turning to Alex with half-opened eyes and murder in his mind.

"D-Deetra, you're alive!"

"Oh, thanks for caring for me too, arsehole."

James added after Damon's words rolling his eyes. He was ready to take out his gun and shoot the kid at the spot.

"How are you alive...."

Alex continued aiming at Damon but glared at James, confused. He was sure he had killed them with the bomb.

"I saw the bomb a few seconds before it exploded. Some seconds but enough for me to protect Deetra and myself."

James took his gun out and pointed at Alex's head. The young boy got stressed more, and his hands were trembling even more. His white T-shirt was half-wet now and stuck against his thin body. He gulped and tried to keep aiming at Damon, thinking it'll make him look scary and dangerous.

"I want to see Monica now!"

"Alex?"

A female voice made Alex start glaring around, soon seeing Monica standing beside the sliding glass door with Domenico. She was staring at him, shocked, seeing all these bodyguards encircle him. She was with Domenico when she heard the explosion, and both of them knew something was wrong. Another bodyguard stepped beside her holding Michael's hands tightly. Michael just groaned in pain and looked away.