have when it comes to him. I hate that he knows her so well, and I hate even more that he seems to know me just as well when it comes to her.
“Look, we don’t need you two showing your cocks over her right now. We’ve got to figure out how we move forward from here.”
I roll my eyes when Trey snaps, “We get her back.”
“No shit,” Cristian huffs.
I would normally agree with Trey, much to my surprise. I’ve always thought I’d have to save her and keep her safe. This time, though, I’m going to trust her like she asked. If something happens to her and she breaks that trust, I’ll follow her to wherever she ends up and end her myself.
Chapter Forty-Four
Jamila
Damien sits himself in the corner, seeming more interested in staring out of the window than being included in the conversation. Father DiMarco plonks himself in my chair and kicks his feet up on my desk, making himself right at home. I swear, I’m going to kill him before this fight is through.
“Can I get you a drink?” Damon asks, like this isn’t my house.
I’ve already been patted down and had my gun taken away before I even stepped through the door, and having a drink is the last thing I want to do right now.
“No, thank you.” This is my home, yet I’m being made to feel as if I’m the guest here.
“You have a beautiful home, Jamila. It suits you.”
I look to Damon, who’s moved closer, leaning against the top of the armchair.
“You don’t know me well enough to make that assumption”
His gaze roams up and down my body, irritating me further. “I know enough.”
I can’t take much more of this. “You knew who I was that night, didn’t you?”
I’m not asking. I know I’ve been played, and I’m catching on fast that the game started a long time ago.
“Something like this takes time to plan, and we always like to do our homework before playing our first card,” Damien informs me.
“What about Raphael? Or was I the only one you did your homework on?”
“He wasn’t left out, we had eyes on him too. The thing about being at the top is that it can be a lonely place, and it’s only too easy to slide someone into play to get close,” Damien continues. “Power gravitates to beauty. Do you know how easy it is to play someone when you understand them? Their hates, their desires?”
I can only stare at him. There’s no way possible I can form a reply without showing how much I want to end his life.
“Our Damon has a close resemblance to your prophesied love, and it was too easy to find someone who resembled you. Her name was Camilla, and it was your name Raphael called out over and over as he fucked her again and again over three days.”
If he’s expecting me to be jealous over Raphael sleeping with someone else, he’s mistaken. However, I’m stunned it was my name he called out.
“Why don’t you get to the point and tell me why I’m here?” I snap, not caring to play along any longer.
It’s Damon who straightens and discards of his glass. “Let’s go for a walk. You can show me your lovely gardens.”
Holding his hand out, I choose to ignore it and pull myself up, careful to move around him as not to get too close. He takes the lead, and his spicy cologne fills my senses as I trail behind him.
He’s had nearly twenty-four hours alone in this house, and he’s used them to familiarise himself with the place. He knows his way around, and I inhale deeply when I step outside. Not a word is said as we walk along the neatly trimmed lawn and toward the rose garden.
“It was supposed to be a mission to see what you were like, who you were, but our night together left its mark on me. I’ve thought about you often.”
I haven’t thought about him since I left the hotel room we shared that night the next morning.
“Why?”
Chuckling softly, he gives me the side-eye. “You were insatiable. The way we were together… that was the stuff of any man’s wet dream. On a few occasions, I struggled to remember that it really happened.”
He can’t have been with many women with a sexual appetite. We had good sex, but it sure as hell wasn’t some earth-shattering experience for me.
The row of trees lining the cut-off point that surrounds our gardens,