Meeting her
“Are you deaf?! Bitch, answer my question or,” she poured the liquid on a glass of water on the table, “else you have to drink this.”
“No, thank you.” She tried to stand up to escape these two women before they got more attention from the other table but the other woman put down her glass on the table and pulled her back into the seat. She extended her hand to peel off the mask off her but Devon quickly tied it back in place.
“Did I tell you to refuse?” She tilted her big head towards the glass. “Drink.”
“Or you can tell us if you’re a pimp or Daemon has been into some cheap laid these days. Come on, girl. Humor us.”
Her hand tightened around the gun under the table. Devon almost lost her cool but she managed to pick it back up a second before it could drop on the floor. These girls! Would it be too much if she wanted to put a hole in these women’s heads?
And what is it to them if Daemon wanted to do it with some women? Is he some kind of demigod they worship?
Her mind went back into the gun. That’s right! She can start a ruckus here to run away from Daemon! Just one bullet and she could finally escape from him!
But the thought of her own mother on the next table stopped her. She needed to remember so she abandoned the very tempting idea.
“Excuse me ladies but you are keeping my personal guard for tonight for too long. I want her back.”
All three of them turned towards the direction of the man who just spoke. Daemon is behind them wearing that familiar dark expression on his face.
“Oh, hi Daemon!” The black tube girl picked up the glass and donned a smile on her face. “Care to join us?”
“Sheryl is right, Dae. Instead of just staying here for the whole night, why don’t you come with us and enjoy this night. It’s been years since you hung out with us. Come on, Dae.”
Dae? Are they in some kind of personal relationship? Perhaps Daemon’s mistress? This guy! He’s not just an evil pig! He’s a promiscuous evil pig who sticks out his dick into every woman’s pants!
Squinting her eyes, she elbowed his arm and motioned at her hand that contained the gun. Daemon easily pitched it out to show it to the woman whose mouth fell open upon realizing that the woman they messed with had a gown down under.
“I’m sorry girls but my guard is strict. I’m on a tight schedule right now. Enjoy your evening.”
He tugged at her hand as a cue.
“Yes, that’s right ladies,” Devon purposefully made her voice lower and huskier. “Mr. Daemon has a tight schedule. We can’t sneak you in. Come on, sir.”
They left the women astounded and headed to the bar area of the house.
Daemon brushed his hair using his fingers. “Aren’t you going to thank me? I saved you.”
“Who needs your saving? I can take care of those girls.” She snorted. “I’m an independent woman, Daemon.”
“Independent. Hmm. Oh come on, Devon.” He sipped on his drink while not leaving his eyes on her. “It wouldn’t hurt your pride if you say thank you sometimes.”
“It will bruise my pride. It’s all that I have, you know. Now tell me what to do. I wanted to hear my mother talk, Daemon.”
He took out something from his pocket and put it secretly in her hand. “Give it back to her. Go. She’s going to the comfort room.”
She didn’t bother to glance at the thing inside her clasped hand. With the feel of the fine texture against her skin, she guessed it’s a bracelet or a necklace.
“Not so fast,” he captured her hand when she’s about to walk away without saying anything. “Remember what we’ve agreed upon. You will not tell her who you are. If you do, I’ll blow up this place.”
She nodded slowly. “Understood.”
He released her wrist and put his hands on his pockets giving her a signal to go do the plan. She did as she’s told. Clenching her hands in pressure and excitement, she entered the comfort room where Mrs. Farrows just walked. As expected, she’s inside in front of the mirror retouching her makeup.
“Excuse me madam. I think you dropped it on the floor. I picked it up along the way and I thought it belonged to you.”
She glanced at her shortly and smiled. “Thank you so much. Please just put it here,” she said referring to the tiled lavatory.
“Oh, alright.”
She did as she’d told but she still stayed at her side, pretending to wash her hands to have more time with her. No new memory materialized. There’s not even a scene that continued right after that one single memory she had of her. What made her stay is the way her heart leaped in recognition of her own mother.
A yearning of something she can’t explain rose into her heart. She wanted to come up right at her and hug her if not only for the guards that stood valiantly behind Mrs. Farrows. Up until Melene left, Devon just stood there holding her tears in.
Can’t she recognize me? she asked silently. Wouldn’t a mother recognize her own daughter’s voice and presence?
“Your daughter just talked to you but why didn’t you recognize her?” she whispered to herself when Melena passed by her.
“What if I’m just like her? What if I cannot recognize my own daughter who could be right in front of me? Am I a bad mother?”
The realization hit her hard. Turning up her heels, she ran to the door hoping to catch her mother. She would tell her she’s Devon Farrows. She would hug her so tight to let her know how much she missed her.
But her steps faltered when she saw how Melena smiled at Maddy while talking with her. How she held her hands delicately and how she clung her arm around her shoulder.
She wondered if she had experienced being looked at with so much pride. Was the past Devon as admirable as this Maddy? Was she loved properly? Being the princess in the family, was she given enough attention?
The most probable answer would be no. If yes, then she would not have run desperately towards Daemon and be plunged into this miserable situation.
She turned her back and composed herself. After collecting her senses, she decided to go back from a failed mission. Wallowing in self-pity, she didn’t notice a person along the way and bumped into her.
“I’m sor-”
She didn’t have time to react when the familiar scent locked her in an embrace. Daemon casually closed the door with his foot and brushed her hair, soothing her in the process.
Her eyes opened like a dam. Before she knew it, she’s crying like a baby in her arms with all the snoot and the tears.
“I don’t remember her but I miss her so much, Daemon. That’s my mother! She’s my mother!” she cried nonstop.
He’s silent the whole time that she’s dumping her feelings on him. At that moment, she appreciated his cold demeanor. Or maybe he’s not that cold anymore because how can one share so much warmth with her?
She didn’t expect that this cold mafia husband could extend such a heartwarming support to her.
