Cause You are Mine

Alive in a Dead Body

Damien's POV

This union of two the Mafias to end a war that had been ongoing for three years, was getting on my nerves whenever I needed to work on the contract items.

The first obligation was to marry Sinigibsky's sister Natalia. She was my sidekick for a while, she was both a good f*ck and an informer to me. I guess when her brother found out about our affair, being a smart man as the Russian Mob he came to that conclusion which marriage would be the perfect solution for both sides, so that he would be saving his family, too because I had become a big threat for them lately.

This arrangement was beneficial for me either. I would have a new family and when I got rid of the brother I would become the ruler of two families.

After the wedding we were demanded to have a child to be raised as the heir of the family. So I started to f*ck her without protection a while ago so that I wouldn't have to worry about it later.

There was one more woman that I didn't use any condoms. And it crossed my mind that she might knocked up, too. If she was pregnant than I had to keep them away from Russians for their own safety.

Emily thought that I was sending her to redhouse to force her to become a whore. I couldn't stand the thought of some as*hole touching and f*cking her. I planned on taking her to the secure part of the house where I sometimes stay. However she didn't have to know those details. Fear was always the best tool to keep people ready to take orders, to obey you. I manipulated them with fear and it always worked with her. Eventhough I hated to see it in her eyes I did what I had to do.

The scream echoing from upstairs jerked me from my thoughts. Sal and I looked at each other for a second and ran out of my office to upstairs to find the source of the commotion.

Emily. It was coming from her room. I pushed the door wide open with my gun in my hand to finish off whomever dared to harm my woman.

Dorothy was standing frozen staring at the same spot on the bathroom floor. I shoved her and entered the bathroom. There was blood everywhere on the floor. There lied my angel, doll face lifeless. I wrapped my hands on her cold body and shouted for the doctor, I was not sure whether she was dead or not. I tried to hear her heartbeat but couldn't hear anything besides mine which was beating like a mad man's drum.

Doctor of the mansion arrived breathlessly obvious that he rushed too. He examined her difficultly because I held her to my chest tightly shaking and trying to wake her up. I was not aware of the tears falling from my eyes, until I saw my reflection through full length mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Doctor held my shoulder.

"She has lost a lot of blood. There is nothing I can cure here in the mansion. You should call 911 or take her to the hospital Damien, you hear me?" he strongly shook my arm.

I hurried out of the room and ran downstairs shouting my men to prepare my car and a driver.

When I scurried outside there was a SUV waiting, I hurriedly carry her to the car and we took off for the hospital.

It was blur to remember what happened after we reached the hospital. I never examined her body to find the reason of bleeding. When the paramedics were running her on a litter and asked about what caused her condition I simply gawked because I had no f*cking clue. Did she harmed herself or someone attacked her? I never thought about it when I brought her here. I just wanted to save her.

After they took her to ER I sat on a bench outside the room at the corridor and tried precisely to find out the facts of the events that occurred in my house which was more secure than the white house.