His Golden Rose

Chapter 21

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Damien's Pov

Have you ever had the feeling where you wish you could go back in time and stop something to prevent something bad happening to the person you...care about, someone who means everything to you.

It has been 36 hours since Ben took Rose into the underground emergency room. He said they might have to perform surgery and I can not shake this uneasy feeling off of me. Cameron and Kane went off with Elizabeth, Paige and Rase to go through the plan. The less Rose know about the gang, the more safe she is. This sort of life isn't for her however I know one day she is going to find out which doesn't surprise me, she's smart.

Right now I'm in my office trying to get work done which Aaron insists but fuck it. I can't do this anymore.

I stood up from my office chair and see there is an ass print moulded into the seat. I walk towards the bookshelf that was sitting on the right hand side of the room and pushed a book named 'Fallen' into the wall. The sides of my mouth turned slightly upwards remembering this was one of Rose's books she would brag about, day and night. A click went off and I pushed the book further into the wall till a door opened. 

Inside had another room but it had a more homey feeling to it. It had a fire place, two couches facing each other on opposite sides with these sitting tables in the middle. Lights were hanging off the ceiling illuminating the place. This was my own private room, which connects to my bedroom and my own kitchen.

Even though we say 'warehouse', it's actually our estate. Everyone here who works part of the gang enters the the back of the estate where it looks like a warehouse, but as you walk further in the building you'll see the difference with great design and furniture everywhere. 

My feet took me straight to the kitchen and opened up the fridge, grabbing an open beer bottle. I brought the bottle up to my lips and took little sips. My mind was everywhere but it never left the thought about Rose.

I feel guilty, the last thing I ever said to her, the real her, must've hurt or scared her. I fucking cursed at her like a fucking dog. She almost died and the last thing I said....I don't want to remember that. It's all fucking Liam's fault. And that sick bitch, she won't leave me the fuck alone. She is the least of my worries, the only time I'll be worried for her plastic ass is the time Trump will call peace.

It will never happen.

I threw the now empty glass bottle in the bin and walked to my bedroom. Inside there are three doors. One for the bathroom, one for the closet and the other is hidden inside the closet which leads down underground. With that in mind I quickly took a shower trying to relax my tense muscles but it never works, I got changed into some black jeans and shirt and left my hair hanging wet above my forehead.  I picket up my leather jacket and tried to shrug it on but my fucking arm wouldn't go through the damn hole! I took it off to straighten it to again, only to twist it again and surprise surprise I made a fucking hole.

With a tired sigh, I dump the jacket into the bin and grabbed my other spare jacket handing on the bathroom door.

Looking into the mirror I gave myself a final look before heading off, but through the mirror I spotted a yellow rose on top of my draw. Walking towards it I picked the delicate rose out of its vase and gazed at it with a smile, Exactly like my Rose.

I began walking to my closet, clutching the rose in my right hand, as I opened the door I walked inside and stood in front of my racket of hanging suits. I've haven't worn half of them since I haven't been too fond of going to special occasions. I pushed the clothes out of the way, you can't really see the door since it's hidden so you got to feel the wall. If that made any sense?