Loving You - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

15 years later

Damien sat at the head of the table, eyeing the shits that dared come into his office and make demands. It had been 15 years since his parents brutal murders. And in that time he had tracked down all the fuckers that were involved, including the people behind the scenes. And he had killed them all. The asshole that had killed his mother was in his possession. Strung up ready to torture and beat when his temper got the best of him. It was his fathers best friend. The man he had trusted with everything. He betrayed him because he was a money hungry bastard.

In the time that he had tracked down the whole organization, Damien had managed to take over his Fathers business and climb his way to the top of the proverbial ladder. He had also expanded it from measly drugs to weapons. He was one of the richest people in the world, that the world didn't know about, and he was only 25.

Shifting his attention back to the man in front of him, he was tired of hearing his speech that he wasnt even listening to. So he put his hand up to silence the man and cleared his throat before talking. "I appreciate you coming to me for the things you require, but I'm afraid I just dont trust you. I've given you to many chances in the past and you've just managed to fuck up all of them, leaving me to clean up your mess. So the answer is no."Damien watched with an emotionless face as the balding man started losing his temper, his face turning red. The man stood up, having his chair fall with a loud crack against the marble flooring beneath them.

"Now listen here you little brat! what makes you think you can talk to me that way huh?! If it wasnt for ANY of us, you wouldnt be where you are right now! How can you be so ungrateful you little fucker!" The man turned to other recipients in the room trying to get them on his side, Damien knew they wouldnt though. He was known for many things, but compassion was not even close to being one of them.

"We can overthrow him! He's not even old enough to know what he's doing!" Ok thats enough of that. Without a second thought he pulled out his handgun and shot the man right in the chest. Oh no he didnt miss, he wanted him to suffer. The man hit the ground sputtering with rage and disbelief spouting shit about how he couldnt believe he had shot him. Damien laughed to himself. Was he really asking that question?He stalked slowly towards the man, towering over the little ingrait as he scooted away getting more of his floor dirty with the blood that was pouring from his wound. Once he hit the wall and knew he had nowhere else to go did Damien speak again.

"I tried to be nice, but you want to insult me and flare my anger which I thought I had in check today." After a brief pause he looked back at the man with an emotionless gleam in his eye.
"Guess not"
Pulling the trigger, Damien shot the man in the head , satisfied with his action. He turns to the men in his room that acted as his guards and barked commands at them. "Clean this shit up." And with that left the room, leaving fear and disbelief in his wake.

*****

Nevaeh was running. No sprinting to work. She had been late too many times already and she knew that her boss was starting to get impatient with her. It was the beginning of May and the sun was finally shining at full mast now that there were no clouds to block its glory. But she wished the sun had waited to shine a little later because it was making her hot and sweaty and she knew she probably looked like a train wreck.

Lucky for her, her coffee had a lid on it so all of this running wouldnt mess with her daily cup of joe. She had about 10 minutes to get to work and knew she had to be there a little early so she could make herself a little presentable. She worked at this little sidewalk cafe and the place actually made good money. Plus the tips were great. So she had enough to pay rent and side money to do whatever. She decided to take a shortcut through the park today since her car wouldnt start and this was a much faster way on foot. Just as she thought she was homefree, she collided coffee first into a solid wall of muscle. "Shit!"

*****

Damien decided to take a walk through the park today to clear his head. Everything had been going good lately and he knew something was bound to flare up eventually. He wandered into this park because this is the one his mom used to take him to when he was little and his dad had business in town. Before that asshole had so mercilessly killed her.

He looked over to a mother and her daughter playing together. The mom was pushing her little girl on the swing, laughing and having such a good time. HE felt a pang of jealousy at the sight. He had that opportunity taken away from him by some money hungry bastards. His thoughts of bitterness were interrupted when out of nowhere a girl ran right into him and the coffee she was holding came flying all over him.

"Shit!"

She had obviously just bought the coffee because it was scalding hot and she was now making it worse by trying to dust the liquid off of his white shirt. He reached behind him ready to pull out his gun for her touching him and opened his mouth to tell her to fuck off when his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

She was still looking down thinking she was helping him by slapping his chest and he could have laughed at the sight if she wasnt so beautiful. This girl was more than beautiful, she was absolutely stunning. Her skin was a nice tan shade. Her hair was a large mass of unruly curls that looked impossible to tame. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green and were surrounded by a fan of thick, dark, lashes that touched her cheeks lightly when she blinked. Her nose was straight and dusted lightly with freckles that went across to each cheek, and those lips were full and looked so soft he had to fight the urge to kiss her. She was a slight thing, with perfect sized breasts and curves in all the right places and with one look he knew he had to have her.

She was still muttering an apology saying something about how clumsy she was and she should've been watching where she was going, she dug into her purse and pulled out a card "Here's my contact, just call me about the bill! I'm so sorry!!"Bill? Oh she must've said something about picking up the tab on his ruined shirt.

She hadnt even looked his way once, and as soon as he took the card she took off running again in the direction of the city.

Damien pulled out his phone and quickly called Jax, his head of security knowing the man was somewhere tailing him even though he could take care of himself.

"Hello?"

"Jax, I want you to follow that girl that just spilled her coffee all over me and tell me where she goes."

"You want to kill a girl over some coffee on your shirt? Now thats a little harsh dont you think?"
Jax was the only person brave enough to talk to him that way. They had been through hell and back together and he was more like a brother to him than anything else. But he thinks that because Damien saved his life that he owes it to him to protect him every second of everyday.

"No asshole just follow her."

"And what makes you think I'm anywhere near you to know whats going on?"He sighed in frustraion.

"Because I know you." And with that he hung up the phone and studied the card the girl had given to him

*****

This was just great. Nevaeh had been working for 6 hours straight and had wasted her coffee all over some stranger this earlier on her rush to work.

Exhaustion didnt even begin to explain how she felt. Her feet were screaming and her legs were aching. The sun had finally set meaning the night life was coming out and that she had about 4 more hours to go.

"Nevaeh! Stop your daydreaming! You have a customer at table 7!"

She wanted to tell him to shove it, that table 7 wasnt even her table, but after almost being late this morning she decided to just take his attitude. She begrudgingly trudged over to the table and put on her best smile, pulling her pen and pad from her apron.

"Hi, and welcome to Cordells Cafe, can I start you off with anything to drink?" Nevaeh finally looked up from her tab and almost dropped her pen.

The man sitting at the table was absolutely beautiful to say the least. His pale skin was flawless except for what looked like a scar over his eyebrow. His hair was pitch black and pushed back except for one rebellious curl that touched his forehead lightly. His eyes were a bright, cold blue and his jaw was so defined it almost looked as if he was biting down on something. His nose was straight and his mouth, Oh my gosh looked like it was made for kissing. She must've been sitting there for a good minute with her mouth wide open and he probably thought she was crazy. His eyerbrow was slightly raised as if he was waiting for the answer to a question and she realized he had asked her a question.

"Oh!" I'm sorry I uh, can you repeat your question please?"

He laughed softly, and she would have shivered if not for te fact that they were in public and she had to maintain her composure.

"I said, is your name pronounced a different way, because Nevaeh doesnt suit such a pretty face." He gestured to her name tag and she laughed inwardly. Most people pronounced her name wrong and the way he said it was like Nevay.

The way he looked at her made her feel a little uneasy. He looked at her with such an intense expression she felt herself squirming as she was hypnotized by his cold stare. She smiled at him blushing slightly as she corrected his small mistake in her name.

"Actually is pronounced Nevaeh. (Nu-vay-uh) My mom had died for 7 minutes giving birth to me and said she saw Jesus before she was pulled back to the world of the living, so she decided to call me Nevaeh, which is heaven backwards."

He seemed to be thinking this over for a little bit before he responded to her unique story."It suits you, seeing as I can get my own little slice of heaven just by being near you" He smiled at her. And it was dazzling. Like a greek god and an angel got together and had a baby. He laughed again and I realized that I was openly gawking at him again.

"Oh! Oh my gosh you must think I'm a terrible waitress, I still havent gotten your drink"

she smiled at him he must think she was a loon or something openly gawking at him in public and not even taking his order. At this rate I was going to get fired for lollygagging. Lucky for me he only laughed again and suddenly his face got serious.

"I don't want anything to drink, I just wanted to get a closer look at you. I believe this is yours." He held out her card she had given away to someone earlier today, but she had been in such a hurry to get to work, she hadnt even realized that it was this calvin klein model she had spilled her coffee all over!

"Oh! Oh My Gosh that was you?! I am so sorry you must think I'm such a clutz and crazy person, I cant believe I did that!"

I felt my cheeks burning in embrassment as I recalled slapping at his chest constantly trying to get the brown stain off of his white shirt dress shirt. He only smiled again, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. "It's quite alright I assure you. I have to be honest with you though, I almost shot you in the leg for not watching where you were going." Nevaeh's smile suddenly disappeared as she realized he was being serious. And for the first time that night, she realized what it was about him that made the other waiters avoid him. He gave off an aura of danger. Being near him as he told her this made chills break off across her body and she shivered, not from his seductive voice, but from the fear that came creeping up his spine. "

You intrigue me, Nevaeh. There's something about you that has drawn me to you."

He stood up, his full height causing her to crane her neck up just to see him. He made her feel tiny and insignificant. And very vulnerable. She held her breath as he reached out and grabbed one of her stray curls in between his thumb and forefinger as if testing its texture.

"I wont lie. I really want you." He studied her face again as if searching for something.

"Until we meet again, my little piece of heaven." He smiled at her again, but this time it looked menacing as if he were sending her a threat, and left the cafe with his hands in his pockets and confidence danger pouring off of him in waves.