The Devil's Kisses//On Hold

Chapter 12: The Derano Men

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Outside Lamia's house, a critical-looking man stood beside Damien. At first, one would think that the older man was harsh with his sunken eyes and thick eyebrows, but he was actually a kind and loving father who had a queer sense of humour. Davide, who looked like an older version of Damien, had a scruffy beard which made him look older than he actually is. For seventeen years, he had been living in Hungary to get over the loss of his young wife, Lory, who died of childbirth-- but he never blamed his daughter for it. Occasionally, he would return home for a few months, but would then leave to fix some mistake of one of his incompetent employees.

Damien frowned as he saw the shiny Bugatti stop, as a tall and less-attractive youth went out of it (he thinks that he looks way better than any other man, which is half-true, of course). The man went to the other side of the car and opened it, assisting Lamia as he courteously carried her backpack for her. He closed the door and pressed his car keys, locking the vehicle's doors. Damien barely hid his anger, while his father looked at the approaching youngsters in amusement. Lamia smiled as she ran to Davide, to which the latter welcomed her with open arms and twirled her around. Once he set her down, the kind man ruffled her hair.

"Hey kiddo, I missed you!" said Davide with a genuine smile plastered on his attractive face. "Have you gotten smaller?"

"Dad, go back to Hungary." She joked as she lightly punched her dad's shoulder. "You know that I was never tall."

"Not my fault you're a clone of your mom." He replied, as he eyed Mikhail up and down with a hooded expression. "Nice to meet you, I'm Davide, Lamia's dad."

Mikhail smiled as Davide extended his hand to offer the former a handshake, which he accepted.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Derano." Mikhail replied, firmly shaking Davide's hand. "I'm Mikhail Lucine, Lamia's classmate."

'The hell, this kid looks like he's a drug dealer.'

'His grip is tight, are you challenging me boy?'

'My Mimi is so adorable, aww!'

'I should dispose of this kid and throw him in the dumpster.'

'But then my widdo Mimi would hate me!'

'I'll have Damien do it, ha. If this kid doesn't impress me, I'll give his balls to a rabid dog as a chewtoy.'

Lamia snapped her fingers as she woke her dad up from his trance, causing him to blink a few times. Mikhail smiled pleasantly at the old man, as he found the latter's thoughts amusing. Damien rolled his eyes.

"Come inside, you'll freeze your asses off." With that, the older Derano left with a grunt of annoyance. Davide followed subtly, sending the two kids an apologetic look, as both Lamia and Mikhail were left alone. Mikhail gave her a comical look as he shrugged his broad elbows in fake wonder, causing Lamia to laugh and playfully push him.

The house was simple on the outside, with a fairly normal porch and a little bench next to a huge oak tree. Around the lot, it was protected by a beautiful brown fence with a cobblestone pathway and flowers on both of its sides. The Derano residence is two stories high, with a modern design of glass and concrete, and the only thing visible outside was the upper living room and the lower kitchen, which are showcased in huge glass walls. There was nothing to be afraid of, since this residential area is heavily guarded with security patrolling 24/7, so one could say that it's perfectly safe. Inside, the visitors are greeted by the living room on the left, consisting of a warm brown couch with a huge flatscreen TV drilled to the wall making it look like a portrait among books; to the right, a dark brown staircase that leads to the second floor, which is hidden by a shelf of books and CD's which were above a minimalist fireplace, can be found. At the back, a dining table with a motif of white and brown can be seen, and three doors leading to the kitchen, the gardens, and the comfort room. Mikhail stared in awe, as the house caught his fancy.