TWENTY NINE

DAMON

I felt my fingers dig into the hard surface of the device in my hand. My brows twitched with anger as Ethan locked eyes with me for a prolonged moment.

His honey-like orbs dancing with delight, Ethan wore a smirk on his face and Basiton made a certain noise with his mouth.

As the taller man shuffled his legs toward Ethan, he asked, "Do you know Pretty Boy?"

"Know him?" That voice... I hated it so much. The few times I heard its thickness which had some croaking effects each time he spoke, I always felt a rush of anger in my bones. Well, that was understandable. He always reminded me of someone I hate to remember. "Of course, I know him. Why won't I know my half-brother?"

"Brother?" Basiton was certainly amused. After he looked in my direction, he quickly darted his eyes toward Ethan who still had a gloating aura around him despite him being in a situation where he could become a prisoner. "You didn't tell me you had a brother, Ethan."

"Half-brother," I corrected, the hatred in my heart manifesting itself in the tone of my voice. "And, I don't care for this half-brother of mine. He is as good as dead to me. Just like how our father is."

Ethan scoffed and I felt hot blood rush through my veins. Just his presence was enough to make me angry.

He threw a wink in my direction as he said quite jovially, "Hey brother. It's good to see you."

"Is it?" I asked.

"How is Rebecca?" Ethan asked.

"You don't have to know."

"She's my niece too."

My tongue rolled itself inside the confinement of my mouth. I was already having thoughts of hurling the camera in my hold at his head. Seeing him bleed a little might delight me and ease my anger.

I eventually said something as I made sure to glare at Ethan as hard as I could. The night breeze feeling somewhat suffocating at that point, I asked, "Where was this spirit of concern when Emmanuel died?"

"I didn't-"

I scoffed quite loudly. My eyes briefly flashed toward the truck which was steadily receiving trays of gold. "You can't tell me you didn't know. Seeing how you are also a gangster, you must have heard about my brother's so-called accident. I'm not surprised that you'll play dumb. You are just like that man who doesn't deserve to be called a father."

Ethan's hair danced in the wind as we locked gazes a bit too intensely. Soon, the half-brother I once prayed I wouldn't have to see, sighed gently and said, "Your hatred is quite amusing. From what I can see, you are also a member of a gang." He smirked. "I guess our father's blood runs in our veins."

I didn't realize that I released a chuckle until I heard myself. Biting into my lower lip as I tried to keep my anger in check, I glanced at Lucius and Selena who said nothing, and watched the exchange between brothers that hate each other's gut.

"I am not in the Damish Gang because I want to be like my father. I want to protect my family from the choices that our so-called father made. Do you get me?" My brows jerked quite violently as I began to take slow, somewhat intimidating steps toward him. "I am not like you. I am not like our father. And, you are not my family. So, try as much as possible to avoid showing me your stupid face."

That face of his reminded me of our father. Ethan was the one that carried most of that man's features. So yes, I hate seeing him.

Ethan didn't shut up like I wanted him to. "Now that I am about become a prisoner, I think you'll be seeing me a lot more." His smirk grew bigger and I almost grabbed his chin to drill some more of my fierce gaze into his eyes.

But, all plans I had at that moment to intimidate him crashed as I felt someone pull my hand suddenly.

As she pulled me toward God knows where, she faced Lucius and said, "Take care of everything, we will be back."

Selena briefly locked eyes with me before she faced front and dragged me some more.

As I stared at our interlocked hands, I found myself forgetting about Ethan's sudden presence. I was suddenly catapulted to the unfinished moment we had days ago and how frustrated I have been since then.

Soon, our hasty steps came to a halt and we found ourselves in between two walls.

My eyes roamed the dark alley we were in. The broken glass bottles that were inserted into the top of the walls reflected the light that came from the only street lamp in that vicinity.

I heard a soft sigh fall from Selena's lips and my attention went back to her.

"Ethan is your half-brother?" she asked, her eyes hardly wearing the surprise her voice had. I'll acknowledge one thing. She's very good at masking her emotions. "Ethan is very close to our rival, Malik."

As my legs danced a little to adjust my stance, I folded my arms and asked her, "Are you talking to me now?"

"What?"

My brows quirked gently as an unmeaning smile made its way to my lips. "Are you done ignoring me?"

She patted the length of her hair gently as her head tilted to the side. "I- I was not ignoring you."

"Then what?" Is it strange that I am glad that the alley we were at was barely spacious? A few more steps were all it will take for me to hug her to my chest. "Were you trying to play a game?"

"What game?" She quickly glared at me. "I am not playing games."

"Then, why did you refuse to pick up my calls? We have unfinished business." I eventually took a step closer as I dissolved the folded state of my arms. "You started this, Selena. And, you must finish it."

"What will happen if I don't?"

I shrugged. "I'll have to take matters into my hands in that case." I walked closer and closer until her back hit the wall gently.

I have barely known Selena for a month, but the look on her face was one I have never seen before. It was almost as though she was afraid. But that look lasted for mere seconds as she soon glared at me with the cold gaze that used to scare me.

I had no intention to step back, so I caged her by placing my arms on either side of her head. My head ducked slightly so our faces were almost touching. My eyes briefly darted toward the exposed skin of her shoulders which wore a sleeveless denim top that was stylishly matched with a fairly long skirt and a pair of killer boots.

I should have taken a picture of her before taking those of the trays of gold.

As my eyes met hers again, I said, "You started this, Selena. You asked us to become fuck buddies. You said all you needed was a week."

"You don't need to remind me of the things I said," she sharply said.

"You pushed me to figure out what I feel about you. Then, the moment came. You made me feel crazy by just touching you. Your face wore delight when we shared that intimate moment. So..." I took a sharp exhale. "Why? Why are you running away from me? You have idea, do you? You have unlocked something inside me. That thing wants you no matter what. That thing wants to feel more and more of you. So..."

My palms hit the wall's surface a bit hard as my face wore a frown that matched the intensity in my deep, slightly raspy voice.

"... stop running away from me. Let us finish what we started."

"Damon..." I watched as she swallowed hard. "You are not..."

"I am not what?"

"I don't know, okay?" She quickly gave up. "I want this too. Heck! I was the one that wanted this first. So, why?"

"Why?"

"Why did I stop that day? I thought long and hard about that question."

My eyes never left her. Even though she was spewing words that communicated her confusion, I was already scheming ways to make sure we finish what we started that day.

Maybe then, I will have peace of mind and finally forget that day happened.

"Did you find your answer?" I asked.

"I did." She nodded. "I did," she repeated.

"What is it?" Our voices sounded pretty much the same at that point. As our eyes drowned into each other, the tenderness in our voices caressed the air and I found myself thinking more and more of turning her to face the wall so that I could make love to her in ways I have only imagined in my head.

Selena looked less confused as her hands planted themselves on my chest. "You are the problem."

"Me?" I didn't expect that response.

Her brows knitted quite intensely "What gives you the right to command me the way you did that day?"

"Is that what caused the pause? You hated the fact that I commanded you?" I found myself chuckling.

"Don't do it again," she warned.

"Or what?" I dared her and my eyes darted toward my hands which were now itching to touch her.

I noticed how her shoulders pumped up a bit as the daring look in her eyes was maintained. "I will deal with you my way."

"Really?" I smiled and before, I knew it, my hands, without my mind putting much thought to it, found the end of her skirt and began to trace up her thighs.

No doubt, this woman has turned me into a version of myself I do not understand.

"What are you doing?" she sharply asked and I found myself retracting my hands. I did see myself getting reprimanded for doing that. But, her skin felt so good to touch, that I almost didn't want to stop. As I looked down at my hands, Selena asked, "Why did you stop?"

I quickly wore a frown. "Why do you keep confusing me? Should I stop or not?"

"Get down on your knees..." Her voice suddenly had an evil feel to it. Her eyes darkened and mixed with the shadowed light in the alley.

"What?" I almost thought I heard wrong.

As a smile crept into her lips, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips. I could still feel the glossiness of her lips on mine when she grabbed my hands and placed them around her waist.

"Damon Jones..." She looked so demanding, her eyes wouldn't stop gleaming with delight. She must think she is gaining control. "Get down on your knees."

"This is certainly amusing..." I murmured to myself as her hands rested on my shoulder pads and slowly pushed me down.

With a smirk on my lips, I eventually knelt down. Selena must really think she has the upper hand. Well, I will show her.

"You can lift my skirt now..."

"Is this what you want, Selena? Right here? Right now?"

With a sexy look in her eyes, her lips were slightly apart as she stared at me. Without uttering a word, she took one of her legs and rested it on my right shoulder. "Do what I asked you to do. This is what you get for thinking you can command me."

While my position was quite weird, I soon found it an advantageous one.

She wants the upper hand?

How funny.

As I pulled her waist closer and slowly shifted her skirt, I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties. My nostrils got a whiff of the scent coming from her vaginal area. It was quite thrilling even if it wasn't entirely a fragrant scent.

Slowly, I lifted my eyes to meet hers. Her skirt was now rolled past her waist and her pussy was closer to my face. Gently, I blew some air onto her clit as the fingers on my right hand rubbed past the hairiness of her pubic area.

"Oh..." she cried gently as I blew onto her clit again and I smiled a bit more.

She wants the upper hand?

When I'm done showering her pussy with my touch, she'll be in a delightful mess and all of her sternness will dissolve instantly.