Something Fishy

DAMON'S POV;

Where the fuck was Leonardo?

He'd been gone since morning and I needed information. I guess we needed a new plan at the moment because Derek knew who Elena belonged to now. I watched the clip of Elena sneaking out again that morning. Did she really and seriously think that she could get past me or what? What made her even think that? I chuckled to myself. The thought of Derek touching my girl nearly made me go crazy, the fear she always had on her face whenever I was mad was causing me to lower my guard. I couldn't stand that anymore. Why did she have to be so incredibly terrified of me? That she would even believe that I'd raise my hand on her? Fuck I never wanted to be placed amongst that category of men. Ever. It was an insult even to my ego.

I sighed as I checked my computer for something. I always get notifications from my men whenever a person is trying to break through a piece of very useful and valuable information about me. So I decided to check the security footage in the club.

Thank goodness I didn't put the cameras in the rooms because I'd be seeing a whole lot of things. But I did place security cameras in the VIP rooms where I knew the sluts were. They didn't care if anyone saw them naked because they were literally like pornstars.

I knew there was something fishy because I could tell there was a female amongst them that seemed off. She kept turning her head from side to side. She was dressed like the other girls, she also looked quite familiar at the same time. I paused the video and zoomed in to get a clearer view of her face, to realize that she was indeed someone I knew.

What the fuck was she doing in my club? I knew she wasn't part of the girls. She'd obviously snuck in as a femme fatale that she was. Augusta, what was Derek trying to use her for again this time? I sighed because it was weird. She was so deeply in love with Derek but he only seemed interested in using her to get what he wanted.

I didn't know how far she was willing to stand all that. Or how long it would take for her to finally come to that realisation. I played the footage and watched as she walked through the corridor into one of the VIP rooms. Then she came back out, with a knife...a bloodied knife. What the fuck? I shifted the footage to the VIP room to figure out what was going on...but then I realised she'd blocked the camera. I could only hear muffled screams from a man while a woman screamed out of fear. I rubbed my face out of stress. Why had she killed that man?

I shifted the footage back to the corridor where she paused. That was where I saw them, in the club, grinding against each other. I clenched my jaw at the sight. I noticed Augusta went to sit on the VIP couch. I knew she was watching them. It was so evident that she was. But all she could do was stare and nothing more. Derek owed her nothing as far as she was concerned.

The footage of that man was going to get on the news if it wasn't taken care of, fast. Fortunately, my men were sharp. They didn't see the lady that committed such atrocity but they sure wouldn't allow the name of the club to be dragged in the mud. They took care of the body before anyone else could see it. I was certain they'd threatened the lady who witnessed it to shut up. Good. My eyes were on Augusta because I wanted to know if she'd do anything to attack.

I chuckled at the thought. I was certain she wouldn't. Derek was too smart for his own good, he was certainly going to outsmart her. So her sitting back and watching the show was the best she could do. Or...she rose from the couch and walked towards the exit of the club. I asked. There was no way in a hundred years that Derek was going to look at her side. If she kept on throwing herself at him in unnecessary ways, he was certainly not going to listen to her.

The fact that he was interested in my girl was what pissed me off. It would have been good if he was unaware of our plan, but he was no dumbass. He knew what we had been planning all along and wasn't terrified to reveal himself. I could tell because of the way he danced with her. She was drunk she wouldn't even have been able to decipher. His hands were like mine, only that they were more tattooed. His voice was like mine as well.

One could mistake that we were the same person. And our resemblance was striking. That was the worst part of it all. I hated that we looked alike so much, even though we weren't twins. He enjoyed using that against me. Because how else was he able to lure my girl? He was really testing my patience when he decided to touch my girl that way. And I swear that when I lay my hands on him, I'll make him remember the day he killed our parents and the day he touched my girl like she was his.

I got a call and noticed it was Leo. I picked and placed it on loudspeaker.

"Any information?"

"Oh, Leo." My brow cocked. "Ah, fuck." I heard a female whimper. Sort of reminded me of Elena.

"You feel so fucking good Jessie, so fucking good." I could literally hear the slaps of their skin and the bed squeaking.

"What the fuck Leo?!" I couldn't help myself. I knew he had unintentionally called me. But I didn't care.

"Shit." That was Leo's voice before he hung up. I groaned as I turned off the computer. I didn't know what Elena was up to right now but I was certain she was in her room doing something as meaningful as watching a movie or sleeping. I never wanted her to leave this place without any sort of protection. Yes, I knew she was good at combatting now but she wasn't perfect. She could still falter. She was still prone to that. And I wasn't trying to control her in any way, I just wanted to make sure that she was safe. But I knew she didn't understand that yet. Then I got a call, received it and used it as my loudspeaker.