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51.

HOW ARE WE going to get shit done, now?!" Daemon bellowed, tossing the television remote to the wall of his flat. Evan sighed, not knowing what to say.

What was the correct response to this situation? Evan didn't know what to do. He knew he wasn't strong enough to handle what Ashton did. He was told by Dameon, himself.

"I'm not sure, sir." Evan said, finally breaking the tension between him and Dameon.

"I'm going to kill Highmore." Dameon growled. "I'm fucking tired of him. I really am."

"But sir, how are you g--"

"Don't fucking doubt me," Dameon snapped, cutting his henchman off. "I'm going to kill that motherfucker if it's the last thing I do."

Daemon stands to his feet after remaining on the sofa for the past hour and pins Evan to the wall; taking out his pistol and pressing the mouth of the gun underneath Evan's chin.

"If you doubt me one more time," the angered male began, "I will fucking blow your brains out---and I won't be at your funeral. I've lost all respect for ye."

Evan gulped. "I'm s-sorry, sir." he stuttered. "I won't d-do it again."

"Good," Dameon replied, "now go tell the others that a war is about to begin. And this war will not end until Highmore is dead."

He let go of the younger male and pushed him out of his flat; slamming the door behind him once Evan fell to the cold, concrete ground.

Daemon was going to get his revenge.

He was going to do it for Ashton.

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