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I blinked before anger bubbled in my chest.

"My father fucking lied to me! And so did you, Damon Blood my ass! And you!" I snarled, glaring at Hank.

"Your name better be Hank."

Hank's eyes widened, "It is! I swear!"

"Good." I huffed.

I slowly brought my attention to a midely amused Stefano. He narrowed his eyes and looked away.

I sighed, my eyes widened when realization dawned on me.

"Oh my god..." I breathed.

Both of the men looked at me, "Wh-what?" Stefano growled.

"I called you gay."

That's all it took for Hank to burst out laughing, I glared at him as he smacked his head on the window. I rolled my eyes, this guy is something else.

I looked back at Stefano to see him staring out the window, his eyes slowly closing.

I grabbed my jacket again and applied more pressure, slapping his hands away when he tried shoving me away. I could feel his glare on me, but I didn't care.

"A-after I g-get home, I-I want you g-gone." He grumbled.

I frowned, "Why?"

"Y-you didn't t-trust me."

I clenched my jaw, I could feel the emotional pain settle in, but it quickly turned to anger.

"It's a good thing I didn't. You were lying to me this whole entire time. So, don't you dare try blaming this all on me!" I snapped.

"I was going to warn you, but my father told me you weren't Stefano. I can't even trust my own father now." I whispered.

He narrowed his eyes before closing them and leaning his head against the window. I frowned at the fresh blood that was dripping down the window.

"I'm sorry." I choked out, blinking away the tears.

He snapped his eyes open and looked at me, bewildered. He then slowly tilted his head, I could see the wonder in his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

He blinked, "Y-you're the f-first person t-to a-apologize to m-me."

I frowned, "Well, I am sorry."

"I was going to try to warn you or protect you in some sort of way. It's just...I had a feeling you were Stefano..."

He took a shaky breath, "I-I forgive you."

My eyes widened, "You do?"

The ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

"I-I know this is a b-bad time a-and probably w-weird, b-but I th-think I-I uh...l-love you." He murmured.

I smiled softly, "It only took you a month?"

"Y-yeah."

I chuckled and softly kissed him on the cheek.

When we reached Stefano's house I gaped at it, and I thought my father was loaded.

"He should be at a hospital." I grumbled as we carried a passed out Stefano.

Hank sighed, "I know, but Angelo should know by now that Stefano's body is missing."

"I see."

We quickly laid him on his bed and stripped him of his clothing. Hank quickly threw a towel over his private area as I inspected the wounds above his waist.

"He most likely has a concussion, his ribs are broken, he probably has interbal bleeding, and he needs a real doctor. A surgeon too." I said, looking at Hank.

"There has to be a hospital we can take him to that will keep him a secret."

Hank ran his hand down his face, "I don't know any. Stefano just told me that we can't bring him to any hospital. He does have an infirmary downstairs."

"Then we'll take him there and I'll find a team of doctors and surgeons to help him." I replied.

Once we got him in the infirmary, I made sure he was warm before grabbing a phone.

"Hello?"

I sighed in relief, "Delilah, I need your help. Along with your parents' help."

"Why? Are you okay?" My friend quickly asked.

"I am, but my...business partner isn't. He was in a car crash." I explained.

She was silent for a while, "Damon Blood."

I swallowed, "Yes."

"We'll be over soon...where are you exactly?"

I quickly gave her the address before hanging up. I released a breath and slumped in a chair. Hank quietly sat beside me, we silently stared at Stefano's sleeping form.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I mumbled.

Hank frowned and looked at me, "Doing what?"

"Helping the man who murdered my brother." I replied.

Hank gulped, "He told you he regretted it, right?"

"In a way."

"Well, he uh...the truth is...he didn't do it. He was the passenger in the car."

I frowned and looked at him, "What?"

"He was in the passenger seat and one of his men were driving. The driver was speeding and Stefano had told him several times to stop, but this guy didn't want to listen."

"Stefano tried stopping him before they reached the intersection, but the man held a gun to his head. You would think a guy like Stefano would just grab the gun."

"He froze. His-Angelo's father would threaten him with a gun when he was younger. He was terrified of them, he still is. Well, the driver slammed on the gas pedal and they flew into the intersection. Crashing into your brother's car and killing him. That man, the driver, the one person Stefano trusted, was planning on killing Stefano. He worked for Angelo and was willing to kill himself just so Stefano would die."

"Your brother was the only one to die that night. The driver was arrested and Stefano vanished."

I looked down, "So, Stefano vanished and Damon Blood appeared?"

Hank nodded, "He needed to make money and so, he erased any evidence of his life as Stefano De Rege."

"And when he said my brother wasn't supposed to die that night..."

"He meant he was supposed to die, not your brother." Hank whispered.

"Your brother was like the older brother that Stefano barely had. He protected him and saved him from multiple attacks. Stefano still blames himself for that night."

I looked at Stefano with tears in my eyes, this whole time it wasn't Stefano who killed my brother. It was Angelo.