The next day, Damon woke up dipped in excitement. His mind had pushed away the memories from last night and was focused on a new day. He had a shower and dressed up before grabbing Abigail's chin, kissing her while asleep. Abigail smiled, waking up immediately and snatching his tie, bringing him closer. Damon let a groan as she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

"Where are you going that early?"

"It's eleven am, darling."

"Wait for real?"

Abigail looked at the clock on the wall, her eyes widening. She was still kinda tipsy from the previous night, but she didn't mind. Her eyes fell on the bracelet, remembering James. She blushed softly, tracing her fingers over it. Damon chuckled, looking at her, and sat beside her.

"I want you to know that I love you, Abigail. I trust you with my life."

Abigail stopped looking at the bracelet; she turned her attention to Damon, who was smiling, lost in his daydreams. He was trusting her that much, without knowing that he was in danger. It's been a week or so, and Abigail was still in the mansion, doing nothing but enjoying his money and luxury.

"I... Damon, I need to tell you something- "

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. Damon sighed, disappointed, let the person enter the room. It was one of his guards; the man had no expression and looked all serious in his black suit and snow-white shirt.

"Boss, a lady is asking to see you."

"I don't care; tell her to leave."

"She says she won't leave until she sees her... "playboy"."

"Her what?"

Abigail asked, turning her face to Damon. His face had lost all colour, his eyes stuck on the guard. His lower lip started twitching as he gulped, not giving any attention to Abigail.

"I'll be back darling, stay here!!!"

He rushed down, closing the door behind. Abigail mumbled under her breath, looking out of the window. She could see a tall afro American girl waiting at the entrance of the mansion. She had crossed her arms, waiting possibly for Damon.

The guard let the woman walk in; Abigail could hear her high heels from upstairs. She put on a random black dress that she found in the wardrobe and opened the door slowly. She could hear voices from downstairs, a male and a female one. The male one was Damon for sure, and the female may belong to the girl she had seen a couple of minutes ago out of her window.

"What are you doing here, Brianna?"

"You don't look happy to see me, Damon. Is there another chick upstairs that you don't want her to see me?"

She started walking around; Abigail peaked from the stairs to see the girl better. The girl had curly hair, her plumb lips moving, screaming at Damon. She was a total beauty, thin with long legs and a pretty face. Even her "angry" face was seducing.

"Oh, stop it. We broke up, remember?"

"I know, dumbass. I had a job in London and decided to visit my little playboy. Plus, I had left some clothes here; I want to pick them up."

Abigail's eyes widened, feeling the fabric around her body. This dress wasn't hers or Deetra's. This dress belonged to one of Damon's ex. She groaned, cursing under her breath, making Brianna raise her head and stare at her. Abigail turned cold, waving slowly with an awkward smile.

"Hello, dear. Who's that chick, Damon, your new girlfriend? Come join us, sweetheart."

Abigail walked downstairs, standing beside Damon. Brianna was scanning her from head to toes when her eyes stopped on her chest.

"... Is this my dress, Damon?"

"... Maybe."

Brianna started screaming, punching Damon's chest with force as he was letting pain-filled yelps. She raised her finger, pointing at Abigail; she seemed way too angry for Damon to handle.

"You were giving my stuff to your little girlfriends!? You fucking asshole!"

"Ouch, ouch, Brianna, stop. I can explain- "

"What's going on."

Deetra growled, walking in, her eyes on Brianna. Her face turned from confused to an excited one. She let a small happy scream, opening her arms. Brianna cheered back and ran to Deetra. Deetra hugged her and started jumping around with her. Abigail was confused as Damon sighed, bringing his hands to his face.

"My dear Brianna, what are you doing here!?"

"Deetra, sweetheart! I had a photoshoot at the British Museum, and I decided to visit you! Also, get back some of the stuff I had left here."

She coughed, starring, still mad at Abigail. Damon chuckled angrily, looking away.

"Is this your brother's new girlfriend?"

"Ugh, yes, her name is Abigail."

Deetra scoffed, crossing her arms, judging Abigail with Brianna's company. Abigail started feeling bad as she looked away red. She didn't really like gossiping, and Damon could see it. He looked at his sister. Deetra sighed and stopped being mean.

"Abigail, this is Brianna. She is one of my brother's ex-girlfriends. Also, my favourite ex-girlfriend of his."

"I can see why."

Abigail mumbled when Brianna undid her coat, letting it on the couch. She fixed her bra going back to Deetra, gossiping around. Damon put his arm around Abigail pushing her upstairs. She groaned, going back to the bedroom with him.

"I'm sorry for their behaviours."

"I can see why you broke up with her."

"We never broke up like officially... I guess we both got it like a breakup at least...."

Abigail gulped, sitting down, still feeling dizzy. She wanted to say something but didn't know what. Damon sat with her looking down.

"Brianna is a model, working for an agency that is in Los Angeles. I met her during one of her photoshoots in London, in a small bar late at night. She was sitting alone, having a martini on the rocks."

"Oh."

Abigail's voice had almost disappeared; she was starting to get jealous of Brianna. Damon could remember so many things about how he met her or what even she was drinking.

"We were together for three months; she had to return to the USA after. She would come back to London soon, but she actually never came back. So I continued my life, and as it seems, she continued hers."

Damon hesitated to finish his sentence; Abigail looked at the ring that Damon had bought for her. She wanted to take it off and throw it away.

"Do you still like her?"

"What- of course not! When I said that I love you, I meant it! You are the one I care about, not some random ex from the past!"

Abigail didn't answer; she just looked away, trying to put her emotions in a row. She really liked him, that was a huge problem. She had set her job aside, she started catching real feelings.

"I'll show you!"

Damon opened the wardrobe with force, grabbing each dress and cloth that belonged to Brianna. He cursed under his breath as they were too many. He rushed downstairs, letting them in front of her with a growl. She looked at them and then at him, chuckling and crossing her arms.

"Watch out! Those are expensive, idiot!"

"Oh, really!? I don't care, take 'em and leave!"

He pointed at the entrance of the house, groaning angrily. Brianna sighed, lifting the clothes and holding them.

"You're not polite anymore, playboy."

"I am fine."

"You look clean, weed-free with some meat on your bones. You look way better than when I had met you. Did you change for yourself or... her?"

"Get out."

"You changed for HER? For a girl? Damon, make up your mind and fix your life alone. Abigail's gonna leave one day like all your previous precious girlfriends. Deetra has my phone number if anything happens and you need some real help."

She left the mansion, going to her car and driving away. Damon rolled his eyes, mad, Deetra chuckling disappointed.

"She's right- "

"Oh, shut up, you, too."

Deetra opened her mouth in surprise, seeing her brother angry at her. It was the first time till now that he had raised his voice to her that much.

"I know your plan, brother. James told me. If anything goes bad, alas for you."

"Everything will go according to plan; you'll see."

Meanwhile, James was preparing himself to go find Mason and finish his job. He closed the black briefcase before fixing the black leather gloves around his palms. He chuckled, his phone ringing as he picked it up.

"Yes?"

"He is in East London. Tower Hamlets. He's gonna walk beside a grey block of flats in twenty minutes. That's how much time you have to get there."

"I owe you."

The man on the other end of the line finished the call, barely hearing James' last words. James looked at his phone before shoving it in his pocket, rushing out. He stared at his watch and started preparing a stopwatch on his phone. He grinned as he started running towards East London.

He was running with confidence, measured steps. James managed to get to Tower Hamlets through the traffic and the vast crowds. London was the best place for his job, the capital of England. Always over-crowded, each person minding their business, not caring for their fellow human being. That was his advantage.

He quickly opened the block of the flat's main door, rushing up the stairs until he got to the terrace. He looked down, seeing Mason in the distance; he got just in time. James kneeled, opening the briefcase with two quick movements. He grinned softly, taking out the AIAW sniper rifle before pointing it at Mason.

"Easy...."

He grabbed the silencer, attaching it to the gun. He aimed again at Mason, looking through the scope with his right eye. He was ready to trigger the gun when Mason disappeared behind a tourist bus. James cursed but took a deep breath and looked again through the scope. Mason was nowhere to be found, and James started getting angry, not understanding how he got away.

"Where the fuck is he... He can't just disappear."

"Right here."

He felt cold metal against the back of his head, the colour from his face leaving him in seconds. He gulped, pulling away and turning around, seeing Mason with a smirk pointing a handgun at him.

"How."

"Doesn't matter. Good night, James."

James felt a needle in his neck, a liquid getting injected into his bloodstream. He started feeling tired, his vision being blurrier every second. James lost his senses, falling down. Before he hit the floor, a pair of strong arms held him up. Mason's face was the last thing he saw as his eyelids were closing, and a wave of tiredness took over his body. He knew he was fucked, feelings his legs get dragged across the floor. He heard a last thing before fainting completely.

"I got him, boss."

Meanwhile, Deetra tried to contact her boyfriend, the phone ringing again and again but getting no answer. She sighed, calling for the last time before looking outside. "Where is he...." she groaned softly as James wasn't calling back. She walked into the living room; Damon's sitting alone, being busy on his phone. He saw his sister being anxious, puffing, and crossing her arms.

"Come here...."

Deetra sat beside him, staring down, still looking concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"James doesn't answer my calls."

"Maybe, he's busy."

"He's my boyfriend; he should answer."

"Well, maybe he has a JOB."

Damon mumbled with a serious stare as Deetra groaned, lying back and calling him one more time. She growled when James didn't answer the call and left her phone on the coffee table. She sat back, crossing her arms again, mad.

Abigail saw Deetra from the corner of her eyes as she was moving downstairs. He looked at Damon, confused as he moved his eyes to his sister, telling Abigal to hang out with her. Damon left the room, giving her a quick kiss and whispering.

"She's not okay; James is not answering her calls."

"And why is she so worried?"

"Because first, he is a hitman, and secondly, her boyfriend."

Abigail's face turned towards Damon's, her eyes widening. She opened her mouth and pointed at Deetra.

"He is with Deetra?"

"Yes."

"Oh, lord. That's why Deetra was extra hateful last night... Fine, I'll sit with her."

Abigail walked towards her and sat beside her, looking at her all the way. "What...." Deetra mumbled, feeling eyes on her before growling.

"Damon told me for James... I'm sorry, I didn't know you two were a thing...."

"It's fine. We weren't till last night."

"Oh...."

Abigail put her hand on Deetra's back hesitated, not wanting any trouble with her or her security. Deetra stared at her, confused. He looked at her bracelet for a second before back at her.

"I'm sure he is fine, Deetra. Being a hitman is dangerous and has a lot of work, but I think James manages it very well."

"Oh, you think so?"

Deetra scoffed, knowing James' mission this time, unlike Abigail. Abigail fixed her shirt putting her hand over Deetra's.

"Look, I know you believe I am a threat, Deetra. I am not stupid at all; all your words and actions scream it."

That moment where Deetra threw a knife towards Abigail to make her fight her came in both minds simultaneously.

"So?"

"I want you to know that if you need anything, I'm by your side, ready to defend you, and I mean it. I don't believe you're a bitch, Deetra."

"Oh, thanks."

Deetra rolled her eyes before scoffing softly in Abigail's face.

"I think you're pretty cool, just protective over your brother and I can understand and see why. Again, if you need anything, just tell me. Take it as a woman towards woman thing."

Abigail smiled, standing up and leaving the living room. Deetra lied back, staring at her in the distance. She looked at her phone, no calls. Something was wrong; she knew it. James hadn't answer any calls for the last two hours. She wanted to go and find him, see if everything is okay.

"Damon?"

"Yes?"

"Can you drive me to James' apartment, please? It's important, I swear."

"Okay?"

Damon got to James' block of flats, along with his sister. Deetra rushed upstairs and started banging on his apartment's door with force. There wasn't an answer, just silence. Deetra called him again, her face turning into a surprised one as James was most of the time answering his calls, being home.

"He isn't here."

Damon scoffed, leaning on the white wall beside the door. Deetra turned to her brother, her eyes filling tears almost immediately.

"Something's wrong, Damon, believe me."

Damon gulped, staring at her before sighing. He pushed his arm behind his sister's back, pulling her away from the door.

"Let's go home, Deetra. James is going to call when he is finished with his mission. Just take your mind off him for a bit."

He wiped her tears away with a gentle smile using his thumbs.

"I'm sure he is okay."

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