Damon opened the door slowly with a smile, leaving the server on the bedside table. Abigail was still asleep, even if it was almost one pm. He pushed the curtains aside, letting more light get in the room as she flinched. She opened her eyes, turning around to see Damon, a tiny grin playing on her lips. Damon sat beside her on the bed, holding the server with a smirk. "Morning," he mumbled when she sat up, leaning on his shoulder. "Morning, darling," she held his cheek with her soft fingers kissing him on the lips. Damon didn't close his eyes as billions of thoughts started rushing through his mind. It was the first time she kissed him. She never kissed him first before, even on the cheek.

"I know it's almost one pm, but I wanted to bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you so much, love."

Damon almost choked hearing the word "love". Suddenly, Abigail was extra flirty and happy with being here. He chuckled softly, Abigail grabbing the cup of dark coffee and had some. Damon pushed his fingers lazily through her hair playing around. She smiled, eating when she held Damon's free hand.

"You are trembling. Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"You did cocaine, didn't you?"

He gulped terrified, she seemed angry with him. Damon felt like a kid telling their mother he broke a vase or something important, and the mother is ready to shout and cause a fight. Abigail sighed, somewhat disappointed and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. Damon felt heartless and cold, feeling her body against his. It's been a while since he received a hug, and he didn't know what to do or how to respond to one. His hands moved behind her back, holding her like she was gold. Tears were leaving his eyes at a slow pace as he was wiping them away, trying to hide the fact that he was that sensitive.

"Damon, you can cry. It's fine."

That sentence rang in his brain; it was like having his mother with him again. That moment he started crying non-stop, burying his face in her neck, sobbing with no end. Abigail moved her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down. After some minutes, his mental breakdown ended, and his trembling was almost over.

"Please, promise me you won't do any drugs again."

"Even weed?"

"Damon."

"Okay, no drugs. I'll have some weed sometimes, though."

He mumbled, looking away as she grabbed his face turning it back to her. Damon got scared; would she kill him and hide his corpse? He needed to know the truth about Mason and her. Did she mean any harm to him? Was she here only for his head? If his sister was in danger because of him, he would die. He couldn't push her into trouble again and again because of his stupid egoistic ass.

She didn't get a gun or a knife and threatened his life. She didn't push him down and drugged him with some chloroform. She simply kissed him again. Damon couldn't believe his eyes. She was kissing him a second time. This time, Damon closed his eyes and held her close.

That second, he took a decision. He wouldn't taste drugs again. No cocaine, no LSD, nothing. He would be free and take control of his life and his actions. He would put an end to this childish behaviour and finally act grown up and mature. He wanted to show that he can handle this business, that he is better than his father. Tasting the drugs and turning everything into addiction wasn't making him better, though.

Damon opened the window and looked outside as Abigail was having her breakfast. The sun was shining, various birds making sounds and flying around. Even if it was raining previously, the day seemed warm and pleasant.

"A special friend will visit us and dine with us together."

"Special friend?"

"He is from high school; he remembers you."

Abigail brought her fingers close to her lips, thinking she couldn't think of anyone.

"I don't know. Can you tell me who?"

"Oh, it's a surprise, dear."

Damon sat down, smiling and holding her hand. Abigail smiled back and looked at Damon's hand. A lovely golden ring was decorating his pinkie; she hadn't seen it before. She raised her eyebrow, tracing the top of the ring with her finger.

"Do you like it?"

"A lot; it seems expensive."

"It's made from platinum, gold, and dust from diamonds. On top, there are craved three animals. A lion which represents power, a frog which represents wealth, and a southern cassowary -"

He stopped talking and laughed a bit as he was pointing with his free finger at the bird.

"Which means I am dangerous and hard to be killed."

"It's beautiful and... meaningful, I guess."

"My father made three, one for Deetra, one for me and one for our mom. Our mother said he made them, so we will never forget who we are. He even copyrighted the design so no one else could have it. Only the Hopkins family."

He smiled, holding Abigail's other hand, too. He looked at her fingers; she wasn't wearing any jewellery.

"Your hands look empty; a nice ring would look amazing."

"Damon, please no."

"Oh, the last gift, I promise. I'll go order one right now. I want it to be special, just for you."

He kissed her cheek, grabbing his jacket and wearing it. Abigail grabbed a shirt as Damon raised his eyebrow.

"What? I won't come along?"

"You can, but you'll stay in the car."

"Fine, give me a second and let me dress up."

"Okay."

Damon sat on the couch on the other side of the room, gazing at Abigail's naked body. He grinned when she looked at him.

"I meant, wait for me downstairs."

"Are you shy out all of a sudden?"

"Oh, get out!"

She threw a pillow at him; Damon laughed, walked out, and closed the door behind before walking downstairs. Deetra looked at him with a grin as Damon stepped into the living room, fixing his clothes.

"I'll be going to a jewellery shop with Abigail. Need anything?"

"With Abigail?"

She chuckled, leaning against the glass door that was leading to the pool. He rolled his eyes when she crossed her arms. The grin had disappeared in seconds.

"Yes. I want to buy her a pretty ring. Is it a problem?"

"No. No problem. Don't forget about the dinner at night, though. I don't want James to wait for your dumb arses."

"I won't be late, I promise. Of course, Abigail will dine with us."

"Oh yeah, I should have known it."

Damon chuckled, seeing Abigail walking downstairs. He smiled, holding her hand and helping her as she giggled softly and kissed him. Deetra rolled her eyes, looking at her bodyguard; Gabriel looked away in embarrassment.

"Goodbye, sister!"

He kissed her forehead, grabbing Abigail's hand and rushing for one more time to the garage. Deetra stared at them from the distance until he saw the car pulling to the driveway. She informed the chef about the kitchen and made sure the dinner will be ready for its time. She wondered if Abigail would remember James; she had no idea those two had some kind of relationship back in high school.

"Let's see what the future has for Hopkins."

Meanwhile, Damon had taken Abigail to one of the best and most expensive jewellery shops in central London. The thing is he left her outside, waiting in the car as he entered in. She puffed, crossing her arms angrily. "Idiot," she mumbled when her phone started ringing. She looked at it confused, grabbing it and answering it.

"Yes?"

"How's it going?"

Felix's voice was steady; Abigail was left speechless when she heard her boss' voice.

"Give me some more time, please. I've been trying hard to keep him alone."

She was lying; she had plenty of chances to hurt him. She couldn't, though. Maybe because he was treating her with respect and love.

Felix could hear the unusual tone of her voice; he could see she was lying in front of his face. He didn't say anything, though. He didn't have the heart to call her out. Felix sighed disappointedly like a parent towards their child when they do something terrible.

"You didn't fall in love with him or anything, Abigail. Right?"

He hinted as she looked outside towards the shop. Damon was speaking with an employee about the ring's design, and he was taking notes.

"Of course not."

She kept staring, seeing him smile, and giving him a handshake along with some cash.

"Then finish the job. Mason is going crazy. He misses you so much."

"... Mason."

She sighed, feeling stupid, forgetting him all behind. These last days she had stopped thinking about him; Damon was the only man in her mind. The job, Mason, her boss, everything disappeared, and that was a bad omen.

"He is in love with you, Abigail, and I know you love him, too. Don't destroy everything for a junkie."

"Damon's not a random junkie."

"So you actually like him?"

"Excuse me?"

"You are trying to justify him right now."

Abigail bit her nails in response, not knowing what to answer. Her eyes caught Damon, who was moving towards the car at that moment.

"I have to go."

"What about the -"

"I'll finish him tomorrow."

She hung up in seconds, shoving the phone back in her jeans' pocket. Damon got in the car, smiling at her and adjusting his jacket.

"The ring will be ready in two hours. I'll come, pick it up and hand it to you after dinner. Or earlier, based on how the day will go."

He started the car, Abigail was silent. Damon gazed upon her strangely, seeing his love all quiet.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, still feeling a bit tired... Can we drive around a bit before going home?"

"I guess it wouldn't harm."

After some driving around, he stopped in the parking lot he had got high a few hours before. Abigail flinched, looking out, it was the perfect time to end him, and no one would find him for a few hours. She gulped at the thoughts, terrified for the first time in her life.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?"

"I think I am in love with you, Damon."

Damon's eyes perked as he held her hands. She was looking away, close to tears.

"This isn't a bad thing, dear. Right?"

"I-I don't know. You are dangerous, Damon. I shouldn't be here."

"Oh, you SHOULD be here. It's karma, remember?"

"I don't know if it's karma or not, Damon."

She sighed, looking down, distressed at the thought that she had to finish the job sooner or later. Damon smiled, holding this time her cheeks. She kissed her gently before glimpsing at her neck. His eyes widened as he coughed and looked away, mumbling a "sorry".

"Sorry for what?"

"I left... uh... marks."

Abigail looked at the rear mirror before cursing. The purplish hickeys were more than visible on her neck, and she looked angry out of a sudden. She hit Damon's shoulder with force as he left a groan of pain.

"Damon!"

"I said, I'm sorry!"

"Now I have to hide it before being a total derision in front of your guest at dinner."

"I don't think he would mind..."

This time, she hit him again with more force as Damon cursed and left another pain-filled groan. He drove them home, letting the car resting in the garage. It was almost six pm, and they had plenty of time till nine pm where James would come along.

"I have a job that needs to be done. Will you stay here with Deetra?"

"I guess I could. Be back soon, please. Your sister scares me."

Abigail scoffed, fake trembling, as Damon laughed, patting her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, you'll be fine. Calm down; she's not as mean as she appears, believe me. Just misunderstood."

"We'll see."

"The dinner is at nine pm. Please be ready by that time, darling."

"I will, I swear."

He smiled, kissing her and leaving. Abigail lay back and unlocked her phone, going through the internet to see what's going on worldwide.

"Hello, Abigail."

She put her phone down, facing Deetra that was standing at the entrance of the living room. The atmosphere was intense, but Abigail tried to seem polite and friendly.

"Hello, Deetra."

She picked her phone again when she felt something against her leg. She looked down, seeing a kitchen knife. She looked back up, watching Deetra holding a blade ready to fight, a sick grin on her lips.

"Want to fight me?"

"I am not going to hurt you, Deetra."

"Why? Isn't this your purpose? Isn't this the reason you've stayed here for so long? To hurt both my brother and me?"

Abigail gulped as she picked the knife; Deetra was smirking, knowing exactly what words to use.

"I am not going to fight you."

"Why? Because I speak the truth, Abigail? You don't give a shit about my brother. You are as fake as all his previous "girlfriends". Maybe even ten times worse."

"Oh, fuck you."

Abigail got too angry and attacked her. Deetra defended herself and took the knife from her hand quickly. Abigail couldn't fight when she's mad. She knew it, but she still attacked her. Deetra laughed, seeing her being infuriated and terrified.

"I can't believe I was wrong...! You are not a threat; you are a total disappointment!"

She chuckled, letting the knife on the table before crossing her arms. Abigail flinched, looking away defeated. Deetra brought her blade against Abigail's neck with a quick motion pushing her against the wall with force. She went closer, clenching her teeth.

"If you dare to do any bullshit, I will hurt you really, really bad."

She moved even closer, her lips almost touching Abigail's. Abigail gulped, more than scared this time. In her brain, Deetra was a psycho. She was worse than her brother and even crazier. She may be sober, but she looked more dangerous and ready to kill someone.

"Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good."

She moved away, hiding the blade under her dress. Abigail was panting like crazy before sitting back down, leaning on her knees. She had to complete the mission soon. This could get out of control quickly as Deetra was more and more suspicious of her every day. She couldn't stay more in this mansion, or Felix would find her dead.

"You have to do it, Abigail. For Mason, for Felix."

She whispered to herself before heading back to the bedroom to get ready.

A/n: Remember to comment, like and add the book to your libary if you liked it :)