The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'HE WILL COME AFTER YOU'

The Mansion, rather, the combination of glistening glass buildings with the huge house in the centre, was nothing new for Damien Montez.

He, from the start of his childhood to this very day, had seen the ultimate show off of wealth and luxury through people's lifestyle. Damien could recognise a bastard from a mile away. And he knew Dean Kingsley was going to be the biggest one he would probably ever have the pleasure of entertaining.

He was still trying to compose himself. Keep calm and think of sarcastic replies and observations. But his mind kept telling him that he was late. He was very very late. And he was afraid that his conscience was right this time.

His feet were planted on the ground. He was hidden behind the bush, hunched over, ready to attack anytime. But he knew he had to wait for the right time. He looked sideways and watched Kevin nod at him.

'Nod at me when everyone's in position.'

The first step of the horribly planned invasion into Dean's gang house was done. And Damien was afraid that they were doing it too easy. But he nodded back.

Damien's eyes could recognise the movements of the hidden people in the spread out garden. And though Dean had everything planned down to the very last bit, Damien was proud to know that Dean didn't give a damn about his gardens. Because if he did, he would have know just how good of a spot it was for invaders to hide.

Damien thought about the morning again.

He had gotten up, feeling slightly groggy. He was tired for some reason. And then he had noticed the small things. His door, which he had been careful enough to shut before going to sleep had been ajar. The notepad on which he had been writing something for Lana had been overturned. And the silver ring had been kept subtly above it, shining in his face. Telling him that she was already gone.

He had rushed out, into her room to find it empty. Then he had raised the alarm, telling everyone to search. Everyone had done their best. But Damien had known Lana more than anyone else. He had known just where to look.

Lana had left without leaving any traces of where she was going. But she was wrong to think that other people weren't laying down traces for Damien or someone else who actually cares, to follow.

He had entered her room, tore it apart to try to get to something. And then, at the back of her closet, he had found a box. It had been heavy and black.

From Jessica.
To Andrea Francisco Oberain.

He will come after you.

I'm sorry.

It had been the box that Jessica Oberain had left for her daughter in the will. And it had been opened before. Damien had slowly opened it. Only to find a picture. And a blueprint.

The blueprint of the mansion he was currently standing at. A picture of the mansion too. And five people.
Dean. Seamus. Jason. Charles. Xavier.

But what had mattered was the note scribbled behind it.

Sierra, Chicago.

And Damien had conducted the meeting, planned haphazardly and reached the destination, all in an hour and a half. Even with the inconvenience of having a blown up private airport.

And standing here, he felt a sense of gratitude towards Lana's dead mother.

"When are we moving in?" Kevin whispered from beside him.

"Anytime now. According to my observations, the duty should change any second now." And just that second, the guards started moving about. Damien nodded and moved forward, hiding himself still.

With the gun clenched in his hand, he felt slightly helpless. But mostly overwhelmed.

He moved further and Kevin followed, the gang members going from all other directions.

He reached forward and signalled Kevin.

Kevin moved ahead and right infront of one of the guards. There was a moment of surprise and then Damien took the butt of the gun and knocked him out cold. He nodded at Kevin and moved forward.

Hiding behind a pillar, he took out his phone and sent a text.

~Do it now~

And it happened. One second every thing was okay. And the other, Damien saw all the CCTVs shutting down. The red light at their edges switching off completely.

~You only have 25 minutes.~

He smirked. Rachel was good. Really good.

They moved further.

Damien reached the main door. And pushed open the door, considering the automatic system was no more working.

His eyes scanned the hall he was standing in.

Three Dan Wesson M1911 pistols. Five 2mm Kalibri. Ten laser beams, two in each corner of the lobby. Four automatic knives hidden behind the sculptures. And two Thermo-bombs, attached to the chandelier.

Total fifteen CCTV cameras installed at all edges of the ceiling and railings.

And all of them were switched off.

He thought about it. He could have searched the whole mansion. But he didn't have the time.

Where would Dean take her? Where would he?

You enter the main door. There are fifteen CCTVs, meaning she was being watched. The speakers indicate that she was being talked to. He wouldn't waste time giving her directions of which room to be in. So the room she is in must be right here. Right here. Connected to this lobby. Five cameras out of the fifteen are facing the room on the left and the other seven are facing the right one.

She is being watched.

She was being watched.

"The right one." He said and rushed towards the room but as soon as he left the centre of the hall, a buzzer went off, alerting everyone.

Twenty bodyguards all armed came forward. But Damien wasn't panicking.

You are born for this life. You have been taught all of it. You have no option. You know just what to do.

He reminded himself and plunged into the fight. He saw Kevin fighting people off too. Just then, more people rushed in. More people from his gang. And more people from Dean's.

He saw Xavier, Levi, Stephen, Henry, Cole, Castor, Paul, Aidan. And Lizzie. All of them rushed in. But he shared a look with them first.

Go according to the plan. Go find them.

He communicated through his eyes. And it seemed to work.

Xavier and Stephen took off to the floor up above knowing just what they were supposed to go for. And just where.

Lizzie and Aidan went further down the corridor and through a door that led to the basement.

Paul and Castor took the staircase to the left and climbed up. And the guards followed all of them too.

The rest joined the fight.

Damien knew there were more outside. Atleast a two hundred more, all his friends and Lana's friends, ready to give away their lives to save them. But he was afraid that it was too late already. With this in mind he slammed his fist to the jaw of the man infront of him, knocking him out. And he started treading through the crowd.

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