The Mafias Protection

5: sympathy for the devil

It was like everything moved in slow motion as soon as my fist connected with Damon's face. The sounds around me became disoriented, and my vision was blurred.

What have I done?

At first it was the sharp pain I felt in my hand that made my thoughts come hurdling down on me and bringing me back to reality, and then came everyone gasping in shock and horror, then the library became silent as Damon recovers from the blow.

I don't know what I was expecting when I look at him, with blood gushing from his nose however, his emotionless state would fool you into believing nothing happened.

When the realisation finally hits him, that I did indeed punch him, his eyes questions me, surprised that I hit him, but what else would he expect when he jumps in the middle of a fight?

I never intended to hurt him, that's apparent, but his eyes that once held an innocent question turned into daggers as he looks down on me.

I mentally prepare myself for another fight, this time not between me and Jack, but between me and this 6'5 goddess of a man, as his light brown eyes that held no sympathy for me, watches down on me, like I was his prey.

Even with blood dripping from his nose, and no words being stated he still manages to scare me. No doubt that our war would not end in peace as the power that exerts from his body, shows that he is not one to back down, and neither am I.

"Guys stop fighting!" Shawn's frustrated voice scream out, knocking me out of eyeing Damon down, preparing for his attack.

This was a stupid mistake on my behalf to look away in the middle of a non-verbal fight with a man who could easily take me down, but the pain in Shawn's innocent voice made me cut it out.

This isn't fair on him.

When a blow never came my way, I assume Damon was also knocked out of his thoughts of killing me the most painful way he could imagine.

I huff out, realising the damage I caused around me. "I'm sorry Shawn, I didn't mean to scare you like that." I kneel down to his level, so he could look in my eyes and see that I am sincere.

The guilt that was eating me up, made my smile weak as Shawn looks over my shoulder to see if Damon was okay, before nodding.

When Shawn accepts my apology, I turn to look at Damon. I don't know what I was expecting, but seeing him wiping blood away from his nose with the back of his hand made my mind run wild, none of which were child friendly.

Why was that so hot?

Maybe I should punch him again in the future cause this view was something that could make my knees weak.

"Fuck." Damon's husky voice was deeper as he assess the damage I did to him. "I'm going to clean myself up, but I expect to see you all in the gym when I'm done." Damon's voice commands.

I'm not used to taking orders from anyone other than my brothers, even then I struggled with their authority, and now it feels like I can't disagree with the new man in charge who just so happens to hate my guts.

Everyone agrees to his orders, most likely happy that we're training, whereas I nod my head, not wanting to start another argument.

I didn't want to make it seem like I'm questioning his authority, or making a mockery of it.

With no one in disagreement, he gets up to leave with Shawn following behind him, most likely to get away from the room that caused him to freak as soon as possible.

Or maybe because he's afraid of you Eleanor, my inner voice told me.

"Way to go Eleanor!" Jack says, throwing his hands in the air when Damon and Shawn leave the room.