THIRTY ONE

DAMON

Though we were roughly the same height, I felt intimidated by the man in front of me.

His eyes which were beautiful to behold held a hint of danger in them. His voice, which asked me a question I was yet to process, made sweat quickly form over my palms.

Hearing Selena refer to him as her father made it even worse.

Standing in front of me was the man that was once called The Devil of Población.

Before The Dangerous Dame came to light, The Devil ruled Población without mercy. His rule allowed for many forms of illicit acts. The Devil of Población successfully controlled the Government which mostly did his bidding and neglected their duties.

He was on the throne when my father got away with maltreating my mother.

So, coupled with the fear within me was slight anger toward the former leader of the Damish Gang.

I had no idea I was returning his glare until I felt a tight grip on my chin. The older Danniman dug his fingers into my jaw so much that I could feel slight pain in that area.

As my feet staggered lightly, I finally came to and darted my eyes to the side.

"I asked you a question, young man," he demanded.

Oh, that dreadful voice of his could haunt a person's dream. But, it was evident that his voice could wear many tones. He could sound gentle and seductive or he could send terror into mankind just like he was doing at that moment.

"I am-" While I determined to man up within me, I finally opened my mouth to introduce myself but Selena beat me to it.

"He is our newest member, Father," her voice was gentle and I was instantly reminded of days when her utterances would sound sinister.

Well, like father, like daughter.

Her father wore a deep frown which revealed horizontal folds of skin on his forehead.

His head tilted to the side slightly and his fingers pressed my chin a bit harder. I closed my eyes for a second as my hands folded and unfolded to help me ignore the pain his hold was inducing.

"Since when do recruits get to step into the main lair? Isn't he supposed to be cleaning blood off dirty walls downtown? Did he even go through the proper training? Selena..." He shot his sharp gaze at his daughter who remained unfazed by his presence. In fact, her entire stance seemed to challenge his appearance. "... give me an explanation."

My insides churned with disgust as I imagined myself cleaning blood off walls. If that had happened, I would have told Selena to go to hell with her proposition.

But then... I wouldn't have gotten a job at TIANOR. And, I wouldn't have gotten to experience something new, something amazing which still seems insane to me.

My eyes managed to dart toward Selena who had both hands gesturing at her father, telling him to stay calm.

"Father, I will explain things to you later. Okay?" Her father had his brows quirked instantly.

"Later?" I could feel his hold on my chin relax as he turned his attention to his daughter. "I don't listen to people, Selena. People have to listen to me. So," his increased tone unpleasantly pierced my ears as the entire room also felt the same effect, "if I tell you to give me an explanation. Give it to me!"

My heart flipped with fear as he raised his voice again when he uttered the last statement.

"Father-"

"Guards, take him to the prison. He has to suffer for-"

"Mr. Danniman!" Selena instantly shouted. As her father wore a surprised look on his face, Selena placed a hand on her waist and ran her other hand through her hair. After releasing a hard exhale, she said, "It seems you are forgetting something." Her boots made knocking noises as she walked toward the taller man. "This... is my gang. This... is my lair. As long as I am the fucking leader of the gang, you. do. as. I. say!"

Okay... I might be a little deranged, but as Selena spoke those words with a defining voice that didn't fail to introduce deadly punctuations, my mind had this thought.

'Wow, she looks so sexy.'

Really, Damon?

Really?

"So, father..." Selena continued her words, her voice a little softer. And, I jumped out of my ridiculous thoughts. "... as long as you come with me to the study room, we can discuss things properly."

They have a study room?

What next?

The Damish Gang has a secret library in their mansion?

I have heard so many things in this Gang in the past weeks and most of those things always surprise me until I hear or see them myself.

An example is when Selena told me she had no sexual experience. I was so certain that she was lying.

But, she was not lying.

I soon realized that I was thinking about having sex with her as I felt a small smile land on my lips.

Quickly, I turned that tiny upliftment of my lips into a blank look and I watched as Selena's father released a deep sigh before nodding in agreement to his daughter's request.

Soon, both of them walked out of the room.

As I stared at the space they disappeared into, my ear caught the sound of a deep chuckle.

Swiftly, I looked to my side, and lo, Lucius was there, a huge smirk on his face.

But, something strange happened. As I stared at Lucius, I instantly pictured Ethan's smirk and I felt anger.

So, when I decided to question Lucius's smug look, my voice came out harsh.

"What?"

"I hope you now know that you are a nobody who doesn't deserve to be in this gang. Normally, you should be cleaning blood-stained walls right now. So, thank the boss for her graciousness and act like a man henceforth." Lucius punctuated his words with a bigger smirk which almost released a scoff-like sound.

I had no intention to stay quiet.

"I know you hate me for whatever reason, and, I might not be better than you. But you know what gives me joy right now?" I trained my glare on him for prolonged seconds. " I didn't have to prove my worth by cleaning walls which you definitely did before you became a part of this gang.

Lucius's smirk fell and mine rose.

I looked somewhere else and I heard him release a grunt before walking away.

My eyes went back to staring at the space where Selena and her father went into. I was about to engage my wild imagination and paint unlikely scenarios when the duo came out.

Soon, the tall, scary-looking man approached me as Selena took a detour to her right.

I could not tell what the man was thinking as his face wore an empty look.

But, once he ended up in front of me. His lips instantly sprung into a smile.

"Damon!" He grabbed my shoulders excitedly, taking me by surprise. "Welcome to the Damish Gang!"

"Uh... Okay?" I replied with caution on the tip of my tongue. I found his reaction highly suspicious.

"You are Selena's special guest," he said as he patted my shoulders. "I should have listened to her before roughening you up. I hope we are not on bad terms now."

"No." I shook my head. "No, we are not."

"Good." That sounded so curt. It showed that he had no intention to apologize.

But then, how would someone like him see the need to apologize?

As I searched for Selena past the sea of guards that remained in their respective positions, her father continued, "We will be having a party soon to celebrate my return. I hope to see you there."

"A party?" I can still recall the last one I walked into. I can still picture that scene that was erotic yet disturbing.

"Yes, a dinner party. Have you eaten?"

"Uh..."

"I'll see you there." Just like that, the man walked out of my sight, leaving me to wonder why I decided to spend the night at the mansion.

I could have just helped myself by going home even though it would mean voiding the existing curfew.

~

Within an hour, the ground floor was cleared and decorated with a long table that was covered with fine satin and touched up with flower vases.

From upstairs, I watched some workers place the plates and cutlery to be used in strategic positions. Then, I felt a little touch on my chest.

From behind, Selena hugged me.

As she rested her head against my back, I let go of my intention to turn.

So, we stayed like that. Her hand on my chest, her body pressed against mine...

I could not help but smile. It felt somewhat divine to stand that way with her without us dragging sexual tension between each other.

"My father is a crazy man, isn't he?"

"Well, it's not a competition, but mine was crazier," I replied. "Your father is just being the ruthless man he is."

"Is he?" she asked no one in particular as she heaved a deep sigh. Then, she changed the topic, "I hope this late dinner party will be interesting."

"Honestly, when your father mentioned a party, I was afraid I would have to watch the gang members engage in their crazy sexual activity. But it seems like this party will be a reasonable one."

"That day was wild, wasn't it? Most of them got high on some new substance. Of course, I banned it right away, but I know some of them still take it. This new drug supposedly makes them do sexual things they would never have the courage to do when sober."

"I thought the Damish Gang didn't deal with drugs?" I asked as something within me told me to place my hand over hers.

"We don't. But there are some situations I can't control. I try my best to uphold the rules of this gang, but unexpected things happen and-"

'Oh! Oh my god! Yes!' A loud moan reached our ears and we looked at each other.

"I am pretty sure all the sex addicts in the gang are not presently in the mansion," she said as a small frown stayed on her face.

"Should we check?"

'D-don't stop! It feels too good! Too good! Harder!' Those moans got louder and soon, I could hear rapid slapping sounds.

"Let's check," Selena responded and I wore a smile.

I thought she would say no.

I never turn down a good source of gossip on a nice day. Gossip and secrets make the world more interesting.

So I was down to know who was screaming and the person making her scream.

Soon, we began to trace the sound. The rooms that fell on the left side of the mansion were areas I was yet to see, so as we moved, I stylishly observed the space.

The mansion is indeed bigger than I thought it was.

The moans and slapping sounds became louder when we reached one of the doors that fell toward the rear end of the long corridor.

Selena and I shared another look as my hands rested against the slightly open door.

Gently, as the sexual sounds filled my ears, I pushed the door open and the sight that greeted me made my lips fall apart in surprise.

On the large bed, Camilla who I hadn't seen in a while was on all fours, her exposed body covered in sweat, her entire groin exposed to the atmosphere.

Inserting his dick into her hole was Selena's father who growled with satisfaction as he continued his rapid movements, his buttocks dancing sensually.

And, the biggest surprise was the man who sat on a chair on the other side of the bed. He was fully clothed and all he did was watch what was going on in front of him.

That man was Lucius.