Chapter 7 - Touch Her And Die

🌿 Damien 🌿

I couldn't sleep.

Again.

At this point, insomnia deserved its own bedroom in my mansion.

I paced around my room with clenched fists while one annoying thought kept replaying in my head over and over again.

Your hugs, kisses and cuddles…

My jaw tightened.

Who the hell were those men?

And why did it bother me this much?

She wasn't mine.

This entire thing was fake. Temporary. Meaningless.

So why did hearing another man call her "baby" make me want to commit murder?

I dragged a hand down my face tiredly.

This girl was becoming a serious problem.

A dangerous one.

A knock landed on my door before Patrick walked in holding chips and soda like the useless freeloader he was.

"You look constipated," he said casually before flopping onto my couch.

"I hate you."

"Love you too." He stuffed chips into his mouth. "So… why do you look like someone stole your kidney?"

I ignored him.

Big mistake.

Patrick sat upright slowly.

"Oh my God."

I frowned. "What?"

"You're jealous."

I scoffed loudly. "Of who?"

"Those men on the phone."

"I'm not jealous."

"You crushed her phone."

"She was being annoying."

"You threatened to break her legs."

"She wanted to leave."

"You screamed that she was yours."

Silence.

Patrick blinked once. Then twice.

And suddenly burst into the loudest laughter imaginable.

"You like her!" he wheezed. "Damien freaking Petersen actually likes somebody!"

"I will throw you out this window."

"Oh my God!" He held his stomach dramatically. "The Ice King has fallen!"

"I don't like her."

"You looked ready to cry because another man called her baby."

"I looked ready to kill."

"Same thing for you."

I glared murderously at him.

Patrick continued laughing like a dying goat.

"You're pathetic," I muttered.

"No," he grinned proudly. "You're in love."

"I'm going to murder you."

"You already said that."

Before I could reply, a loud scream echoed downstairs.

Patrick instantly stopped laughing.

We both exchanged looks before running out.

Fast.

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🍀 Alisa 🍀

I knew it.

Mr Gorgeous was possessed.

Normal human beings did not crush phones like hungry gorillas.

I sat on the kitchen counter sadly staring at the remains of my poor phone.

Cedric was probably worried sick.

Nigel too.

I sighed dramatically.

Men.

So emotional.

I climbed down from the counter and decided to look for snacks since the chef disappeared after serving dinner.

Big mistake.

The mansion was too quiet.

Too dark.

Too creepy.

I hugged myself nervously while walking through the hallway.

"Hello?"

No answer.

"Anybody alive?"

Still nothing.

I pouted.

Rude people everywhere.

I reached the living room and nearly died.

A huge shadow suddenly moved near the curtains.

I screamed so loudly my ancestors probably heard it.

The shadow screamed too.

Wait.

Shadows scream?

The figure stumbled out from behind the curtain holding a vase.

I blinked rapidly.

It was one of the guards.

The same guards Damien fired earlier.

Only… he wasn't alone.

Three other men dressed in black stepped out too.

One carried a bag.

Another carried a painting.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh.

Burglars.

The men stared at me.

I stared back.

Then all of us screamed together.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" I yelled.

"The hell?!" one shouted back.

"Why are you stealing Mr Gorgeous' things?!"

The tallest one recovered first.

"Grab her."

Excuse me?

I grabbed the nearest lamp and threw it at his head immediately.

"Witch!" he yelled as it smashed into him.

"I'm not a witch, you criminal goat!"

One lunged toward me.

I ducked and pushed a table into his legs. He crashed face-first into the floor.

Another tried grabbing me from behind.

I bit his hand so hard he screamed.

"You crazy girl!"

"You entered the wrong house!" I screeched.

I ran wildly around the living room while the men chased after me.

"Stop moving!"

"No!"

I grabbed another vase and smashed it over someone's shoulder.

Oops.

Mr Gorgeous might kill me after this.

One finally caught my sweater.

I screamed and kicked him hard between the legs.

The poor man collapsed instantly.

Another one slapped a hand over my mouth before I could escape again.

Fear slammed into me violently.

My breathing stopped.

Lieutenant Levi.

Dark room.

Pain.

Hands grabbing me.

My body froze completely.

No no no no no—

"Get your filthy hands off her."

The voice was deadly quiet.

Every man in the room froze instantly.

Damien stood near the entrance staring at them with pure murder in his eyes.

Patrick stood behind him looking equally horrified.

The burglar holding me laughed nervously.

"Sir, calm down—"

Wrong answer.

Damien crossed the room so fast I barely saw him move.

His fist slammed into the man's face with a sickening crack.

The burglar flew backwards.

Actually flew.

I stumbled away shakily while Damien grabbed another attacker by the throat and smashed him against the wall.

"You touched her?" he asked softly.

Terrifyingly softly.

The man whimpered.

"You touched her."

Then Damien lost it.

Completely.

Punches.

Blood.

Furniture breaking.

Screams everywhere.

I stood frozen while watching him destroy them like a monster unleashed from hell.

Patrick rushed toward me quickly.

"Lisa?" he asked carefully. "Are you hurt?"

I couldn't answer.

My body wouldn't stop shaking.

Across the room, Damien slammed another man through the glass table.

The last burglar tried running away.

Damien grabbed him before he reached the door.

"Please!" the man cried desperately. "Please don't kill me!"

Damien's eyes were completely empty.

Cold.

Broken.

Dangerous.

"If any of you," he said quietly, "ever come near her again…"

He tightened his fist around the man's throat.

"I'll bury every single one of you alive."

The room went silent.

Dead silent.

Then Damien slowly turned toward me.

And the rage on his face disappeared instantly.

"Sea Girl…"

His voice changed completely. Softer now.

Careful.

Like he was afraid.

I stared at him with wide eyes.

Then suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh God!" I cried loudly before running straight toward him. "Mr Gorgeous, they almost kidnapped me!"

His arms wrapped around me automatically the second I crashed into his chest.

And for the first time since coming here…

Damien hugged me back tightly.

Too tightly.

Like he'd almost lost something important.

Something precious.

His heartbeat thundered violently beneath my ear.

"You're okay," he whispered roughly. "You're okay."

I sniffled against his chest.

"You killed them?"

"Not yet."

Patrick sighed loudly behind us.

"Damien."

"I said not yet."

I looked up slowly.

His face was bruised slightly. Blood stained his knuckles. His breathing remained uneven.

But his eyes?

His eyes were locked completely on me.

Like nothing else in the world existed anymore.

And suddenly…

My heart did something weird.

Very weird.