Loving You - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

It's been 2 weeks since what I've come to know as the incident. I havent seen Gabriel since either. Damien lets me sleep in my room and hasnt really come around me much. He told me I was free to leave the room whenever but I never did. So he would just leave my food in my room on a tray and leave.

One day I was sitting in my room with my knees drawn, staring out at the ocean and Damien came in. He didnt look happy but he didnt look upset either. He sat down next to me, the bed dipping under his weight. He moves his hand towards me and I flinch away. He seems to notice and drops his hand away.

I fear him. After he shot a man in cold blood in front of me, beat me, and starved me for days, I truly fear him. He was evil and had no remorse for any of his actions. He didnt even flinch when he pulled the trigger and snuffed out another human beings life.

"Angel, I'm sorry. I just lost control the other day. I shouldnt have starved you like that. Will you ever forgive me?"

I could only sit there and cry. Of course I didnt want to forgive him, but I was scared that if i didnt he would hurt me again. So I nod my head.

"Good." He envelops me in a hug.

Around lunch Damien and I are eating in one of his dining rooms that looks out on the half of the land that there is a tropical forest. We had some kind of salad with fruit and nuts in it, and a fruity vinigarette dressing. Today he gave me orange juice to drink.

We sit in silence for a while, Damien is doing something on his ipad. He looks pretty calm so I decide to use this time to ask him a question.

"Damien?"

"Hmm?" He doesnt look up from his ipad.

"Did you kill Gabriel?"

He looks up from his ipad a confused look on his face and studies me for a minute.

"Who?"

"Uh- my near guard."

"He has a name? How did you find that out?" His full attention is on me now and I feel like a made a tactical error.

"I uh, he told it to me."

"Hm. No I didnt kill him angel. Though I should since he can't do his job correctly."

"Where is he?"

"He's still on the compound angel if thats what you want to know."

"Will he be back?"

He looks at me, an unreadable look on his face. "You're being a little too bold angel. Why do you want to know so much about this guard?"

"I-I just want to know, I'm sorry I wasnt thinking." I quickly go back to picking at my food trying to get his attention off me. Luckily whatever he was messing with on his ipad was more important because he went back to it.

"I'm having your last shipment of clothes delivered. They should be here sometime today."

"Thank you."

He only nods. What was he looking at on that damn ipad that was so important?

"Damien?"

He smiles but doesnt look up from his ipad. "Yes angel?"

I take a deep breath. "What are you working on?"

He stops messing with his ipad and looks at me. I cant move with his piercing blue eyes staring at me. "Are you upset I'm not giving you enough attention angel?" He dosnt wait for a response. "My life, is my business. And you are not to inquire about it. Do not ask me anymore angel. I dont want to have to punish you, but I will if it becomes necessary.

My eyes well up with tears. but i refuse to let them fall. "May I be excused?"

He doesnt bother looking my way as he tells me yes. I walk through the house not knowing where I was going. He's the one that brought me here. He hadnt even bothered to speak to me except when he told me that stupid shipment of clothes were coming in...

Oh my gosh! The clothes that were coming in! I got this crazy idea. Damien said that he only llowed things in or out! So he must let the clothes truck in because they have to unload! Currently I was wearing an over-sized t shirt and some shorts. They would have to do. I ran to the nearest window and sat, waiting for the car to arrive at the front of the gate.

I've been sitting in the same spot for about an hour waiting for that bus to come to the gate. Just when I stand to give up, what looks like a delivery truck arrives at the gate. A rush of adrenaline spikes through me when I see they let it in. This was my chance! My only chance out of here! I would sneak on that truck and ride it to my freedom. It was my only chance and it was probably the only chance I would ever get.

I sneak around the house and finally find the truck parked on the east wing of the house. The people are currently unloading all the clothes. I might've been envious of all the luxurious and expensive outfits that were chosen for me if they weren't a reminder of the reason I was here.

I got a good peep inside the truck. And it looked like I was going to have to stow away on the back because it looked like we weren't the only stop. While they unload the last rack I finally seize my opportunity and jump inside, hiding in one of the racks that contains men clothes.

"Is that it?"

"Yes the rest goes to some old woman past town."

"Ok let's get the hell out of here."

They close the door down and start up the truck I can't help but smile as I leave on my ticket to freedom.

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Damien

"Put that last one over here on the left. I want all the shoes on the bottom shelves."

I was having my men arrange all of Nevaehs clothes. Tonight would be the night I would move her into my room and tell her how my feelings had grown for her. I know that we had started on the wrong foot. I know that I was wrong for taking her.

She probably missed her friends and family. But I had already contacted them and ensured that they not do anything rash. I was going to tell her that I saw her in my future and I had never felt this way about anyone before. She was my little piece of heaven literally and I wanted her to know that. I wanted her to know that I would try and work for her affections

She had left the table today upset because I seemed standoffish from her but it was only because I needed her away from me so I could set things up. I know I did things the wrong way, but I wanted to ask her to give me a chance.

I walk into my bedroom and radio for Gabriel to bring her to me. I didn't even know that was his name. When I hire men they literally don't exist in any systems and I make sure to screen them, but Nevaeh had known his name and that meant something to me. I should've killed him for even talking to her. I made a mental note to look into him.

I wanted to show her I wasnt a complete monster. And I didn't kill him like she asked me not to. I might have beat him almost to death for his ignorance, but I didn't kill him. I pull out my phone to look at the location of my current delivery of weapons. This asshole had been hounding me for weeks for some of mine. I could care less who I sold things to, I just didnt like the weasel. He was conniving and I didnt trust him one bit. He had sent some of his men to try and change my mind and luckily Nevaeh had barged in, giving me the perfect excuse to cut off all dealings.

I hear frantic footsteps and look up just in time to catch Gabriel at my door. He looks petrified and I know this cant be good.

"Sir, we cant find her anywhere."

I jump up from my seat my blood boiling and my adrenaline spiking. "What!"

"We-she disappeared we cant find her anywhere on the compound, sir."

"How could she possibly be gone. Have any of the guards stationed at the gates seen her leave? Or authorized any-Dammit!" I recall I had told her this morning about her clothes being delievered. The only way she could get out undetected is if she somehow stowed away on that van

How fucking dare she! I pull out my phone and pull up her GPS. I had one inserted when I stole her for safety measures. Sure enough, her location is off the compound. She must have been gone for about 2 hours. Her tracker indicated that she was in the small village east of here.

"Gather my men. Tell them we're going to retrieve something of mine. We leave in 5 minutes."

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Nevaeh

I had no idea where the hell I was. There were people all around me and they were all speaking a completely different language. So we definitely werent in the US anymore.

The people were looking at me funny. Probably because I was wearing nicer clothes than any of them around me and that saying something because all I had on was a tshirt and shorts. This didn't even look like a city or anything I was used to. It looked underdeveloped and the people were struggling.

A lady passes by me and I grab her arm trying to figure out where I am.

"Excuse me, Ms. Can you tell me-"

"No- No ingles." And she just scurries away like I threatened to shoot her. Maybe I made her nervous because of what I was wearing. I walk into the nearest shop and see the clothes in here look no better than what the people out there are wearing. There's a fan on the counter and i stand in front of it to try and cool off. It is too hot in this place.

I walk over to a rack and grab a native looking outfit, looking at the clerk to make sure they werent watching. I thought I was home free until I reach the door and hear yelling behind me. I turn and see the clerk had spotted me and is yelling at me in a foreign language.

He seems to draw attention and two other guys start running after me. I back away and take off running out the store. I know stealing is wrong but Ive never had to before and I needed to get home and away from the psycho that took me. I can hear the men right on my heels.

My throat is burning and my heart is beating fast. The rag that I stole billowing behind me. I get to a building and make a sharp left around the corner and smash right into a solid wall of muscle. "Ah!" I cry out and stumble backwards only to be caught by strong arms. I look up to apologize but my words catch in my throat and my heart jumps when I meet the familiar set of cold blue eyes.

Damien is looking back at me a cruel smile on his face. "You didnt really think you could get away could you?"

I didn't even answer. The only thing on my mind was how the hell he found me. The men from the store came running up behind me. But as soon as they saw Damien they stopped in their tracks, their eyes going wide as saucers. Damien looks at them murderously angry and says something in whatever the language is here. They only nod and walk away. Damien snatches the clothing that I was holding, I had forgotten about it.

He whips me around and pushes me against a wall, pressing his hard body into my back.

"You're going to fucking regret this." There's a sharp prick in my neck and everything goes black.

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