A glimpse
Daemon threw a big party in the house for winning a big bid against a gun cartel in the district making him the official mafia king of the north. Wines and beers flow like fountain while his guests are lounged out into the whole yard talking and mingling with the guests.
Daemon reminded her to stay inside the house and hide if possible because her being alive is his trump card. She didn’t ask what for. Probably against her family? He mentioned that her dad gunned him down.
But she’s bored and bored people need to do something to ease their boredom or else they will suffer from more boredom.
“Wait, that’s Maddy’s senator husband,” she said and moved her hand telescope to find another prominent politician in the lawn. “Is that Mark the celebrity?” She transferred from one window to another and adjusted the lens to clearly see the man she’s been admiring after she watched his recent hit movie. “I don’t like you anymore.”
“Now, where is my husband?” Rotating the machine looking for Daemon, she spotted him in the pool talking to Maddy.
“These worms! The audacity! In front of the husband and the wife,” she said, referring to herself. “Is this why he doesn’t want me to come out? That scum!”
She stopped acting like a Peeping Tom and decided to come out of hiding. “He should be proud to announce to the world that I’m alive. I should not be sulking here! There’s a whole new world outside! He told me he loves me until now but his actions say otherwise. What should I believe then? I am his wife. I should be beside him instead of that Maddy! Wait!” She stilled in the middle of the room when a hazy memory crossed her head. “Has this happened before? Is this a déjà vu?” She closed her eyes trying to remember a thing but to no avail.
“Shit! I think I’m going crazy.”
She dived into the bed and stared at the high ceiling of the room. The stillness inside contrasted the party happening outside.
“Is this your life, Devon? Is this why you run away? You’re really me because I would do the same too. This is not life. It’s a prison.”
She’s always short of money every day but at least she’s free. She can do whatever the hell she wants without a stalking devil behind. She can go to places without guards. Now, she can’t even go to a grocery mall without wearing a hat and sunglasses and a string of bodyguards!
“Geez, memories! Please come back to me. I don’t know how to deal with this kind of life anymore!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Why does it have to be me?! Why does…” She sat on the bed, her expression turning into mischievous as a bright plan began forming in her head. “Why do I have to be the only miserable person here in this goddamn mansion when I could also make that devil’s life into one?”
Grinning, she grabbed the phone on the stand and dialed his number. He answered immediately to her joy.
“What?”
“Hey, come up here.” Devon went back to her position on the window and used the telescope to find Daemon. He’s still with Maddy and a few more men in suits.
“Why?”
“I need food. I’m hungry.”
“Then go ask one of the helpers.”
“You want me to go down the kitchen to get my food and risk being seen by one of your guests? Am I hearing it right, Mr. Pig?”
He moved away from the group and gritted in between his teeth. “Call me that again and I’ll whip your ass.”
“Ooh, I’m scared. Whipping my ass is nothing compared to when you almost kill me with your gun. Now come up here. Your wife is hungry, dumbass.”
She punched in the air in happiness after seeing him walk towards the house. Good boy.
“What do you want?”
Her mouth twitched into a small smile. “Everything. I want everything.” She hung up feeling a bit triumphant as he waited for him in the room.
Finally, after several minutes of waiting, he knocked on the door carrying two trays in his hand.
“You can put them on the floor,” Devon said nonchalantly and laid down on the bed.
Daemon’s eyes lit up in confusion. “I thought you’re hungry. Why don’t you eat?”
“Are you having fun there?” she asked instead of answering.
Sighing, he put the trays on the table and sat beside her. “What is this, Devon? Why are you acting up?”
Now’s her time to barrage her with all the reasons she had collected all day. “Who wou-”
But his phone rang, cutting her off. “I’m sorry but I have to take it. You eat and remember what I told you, do not come down. I’ll ask Henry to come here from time to time.”
Her mouth fell open in disbelief when he stormed out of the room immediately.
“What the fuck! You can’t just leave me like that.” Devon followed Daemon to his room but he already shut the door close to her face so she can only clench her fists in frustration.
“If he was already a billionaire when he was still a child, why did he choose this path? He could have legitimately run the companies his dad left for him.”
“Yes, that’s my question too. Daemon Druft is just a different build than his father. His ways and intentions are mysterious.”
Devon took a step closer to the balcony where two socialites were talking to eavesdrop. She finds the conversation to be interesting. Daemon is already established even before terrorizing the district as a mafia boss? That sounds new to her.
“I heard it has something to do with the murder of his father. The police can’t do anything so he took matters into his own hands.”
Even when she’s back in the room munching the food Daemon brought for her, her mind is still on the conversation she heard. If that is true, then she can’t help but see him in a different light. He’s not just some senseless mafia leader. There’s a reason behind him being one.
