Loving You - Chapter 14 (Patreon)

It's the night of this party that Damien wants me to go to. I woke up this morning and his side of the bed was empty except for a note telling me he'd be gone all day. A few hours later some people showed up saying they were hired by Damien to do my hair, face, and nails.

They had been working on me for about 4 hours and slipped me into this elegant gown with beautiful heels to go with it. My favorite part was my hair. The lady ended up making it straight which is what I had longed for and now it had been done with an elegant braid wrapped around the front. I get a call to the penthouse and am told to come downstairs where Damien is waiting for me.

Once I step off the elevator, my eyes are wide when I spot Damien on his phone in the corner. He was wearing a black tux that had a blue tie and sash that went with my dress. His hair was all combed back. He looked mouthwatering in that tux and I think I would have fallen over him a thousand times over if he hadnt taken me the way he did. And if he wasnt a maniacal murderer.

As if sensing my gaze he looks up and once he spots me he stares. I can tell he's undressing me with his blue gaze and I feel squirmish under the heat of his stare. Once I reach him he takes my hand and kisses it. His eyes never wavering.

"You look stunning." I blush and try to look away but he catches my chin and makes forces me to meet his stare. "I mean it."

We walk out to the valet but this time instead of his sports car a sleek limo pulls up for us. He opens the door for me and I slide in next to him and we're off.

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The drive takes about an hour and we end up in the middle of nowhere at what looks to be an abandoned house. The windows are boarded, the door is missing and there are cracks and missing walls. I look at Damien and he doesnt seem alarmed in the least. That's when I realize he's going to kill me! I start breathing fast and moving away from him but he only grabs my hand tighter.

"Angel, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

I claw at his arm as he drags me closer to the house, tears brimming my eyes.

"If you're going to kill me you can do it here!" He looks at me as if I had sprouted two heads and started doing the lambata. Then he laughs. A loud, genuine laugh. I can feel my anger start to boil but he finally calms down and speaks.

"I'm not going to kill you angel, This is where the party is. Now come on." I sigh a sigh of relief which quickly turns to panic. Why would we be so dressed up to go to some party at an old run down disgusting house? Once we reach the front door Damien turns to the left and walks through a room that has stairs leading down into darkness. I eye him with fear in my eyes. I didnt want to die and his actions were leading me to believe I was about to.

We reach the bottom of the stairs and there' s a door Damien knocks on it and a man appears through an eye slot. Damien speaks a password and the man opens the door letting us enter. My mouth drops once again. It's massive. and elegant. And beautiful. The room looks like it would come out of some 18th century movie where the queen of england was attending. There were people everywhere and they were socializing with one another.

"Don't wander away from me Nevaeh." Damiens tone was serious and underneath it was a threat that I understood clearly. We walked around the room and most of the people here knew exactly who Damien was. When he spoke to them their eyes were filled with fear. The women in the room were like dogs in heat. They didnt care that he had me on his arm they were rubbing themselves all over him.

"Damien!" A woman with giant breasts and curves came rushing towards us. Her smile was wide and white. She was gorgeous. She made me feel insecure about myself.

"Lauren." He smiles at her but it doesnt quite reach his eyes. He bends over and kisses her hand lightly making her blush and giggle.

"Where have you been sweety, I've been waiting for your calls for months now and I havent heard from you. I've been missing you in my bed." She pouts. I feel myself turning red. I did not need to know that. Somehow she manages to shimmy into Damiens arms and has him waltzing her around on the dance floor, leaving me alone. So much for "Dont wander away Nevaeh."

"I've never seen your face before, you must be new." I jump and turn around startled by the silky voice in my ear. The man standing over me is so goodlooking it's almost too much. Of course Damien still looks better, but this guy was up there. His hair was pitch black and his almond colored eyes were burning into me. He also spoke with an accent as if he was from spain or something.

A waiter walks by and he snatches a drink off the tray handing it to me. I know I shouldn't take it, Damien hasnt been letting me drink any alcohol lately, but I've been so scared this entire night I needed something to calm my nerves. I smile at him and take a sip, the drink burning down my throat and making me feel warm and unbundling my nerves.

"May I ask what your name is?" He smiles at me, revealing perfect white teeth. I cant help but smile back. "Nevaeh." He looks thoughtful for a moment.

"That is beautiful, just like its owner." He gives me a charming smile. "My names Christian Ramirez."

I frown a little at that name. I've heard it before but I dont know where. I smile at him. "Well it's nice to meet you Christian." I take another drink and when I try and bring it down from my lips he pushes the bottom so that I'm gulping down the rest of it. He takes my hand ad leads me to the dance floor.

I have no idea what im doing but he does so I just follow his lead.

"Damien always did have the best toys." He eyes me hungrily. "You are exquisite." He leans in and starts kissing my neck. My body suddenly heats up and my mind becomes clouded. The kisses on my neck feel like fire and I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning. What was going on with me?! My body had no control over itself currently and I was getting aroused more and moe by the second.

My body was slowly losing control of itself. I felt like my dress was too tight and hot and I had no control of my limbs. I was a rag doll being swayed in Christians arms.

Christian's once warm eyes turn cold and menacing. "You're probably starting to feel the drug take effect. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." He leans back into my neck and starts pressing light kisses to it. I'd throw up if I was in my right mind. The dress I was wearing suddenly felt too small and was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. Christian dances us into a dark corridor and as soon as we were out of sight, started to grope my body.

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Damien

I roll my eyes for what seems like the dozenth time this evening Lauren us still talking and I cant help but wonder what I ever saw in her in the past. I mean sure she was a good fuck, but as being a person she was downright annoying. Whereas Nevaeh had knowledge and whit, she was just a bimbo with huge tits. I looked away to the spot I had left Nevaeh and she wasn't there. My heart rate spiked and I quickly spoke into my ear piece.

"Jax, where's Nevaeh."

"In the building?"

"Then why the hell dont I see her anywhere?!" I hiss back. I walk away from Lauren in search of Nevaeh shes nowhere to be found. I pull out my phone and look on my GPS but it says shes still in the building. Then why the hell don't i see her anywhere? A streak of blue flashes the corner of my eye. I follow it into the corridor and what I see sends me into a fit of rage. Nevaeh is pressed up against the wall, moaning loudly like some common whore in only her bra and underwear, her dress is torn at her feet.

Then I notice who it is that has his hands down her panties. Ramirez. I should have taken out my gun and shot him dead right there, but I wasn't thinking straight. I barrel down the corridor and tear Ramirez off of Nevaeh. I start to pound on his face and beat his ass until he turns fucking blue. In the back of my mind I register Nevaeh isn't begging me to stop I turn around ready to beat her too, but as soon as I look my heart stops. There are tears running down her face. And she's breathing hard. Her skin is flushed and her mouth is parted. I jerk back her hair and look into her eyes and they're dilated, the green lost in a sea of black.

My rage boils over as I realize what has happened. Ramirez must have drugged her. I bark into my earpiece at Jax.

"Come get this shitsack before I fucking kill him!"

"Who?"

"Fucking Ramirez! He-" I turn and look at his body. or where I left it but he was gone. I punch the wall. "Dammit!"

I bend down to look at Nevaeh and tap her cheeks lightly. Her pupils are dilated and her cheeks are flushed.

"Nevaeh, can you hear me, can you move baby?"

She doesn't respond, the tears are still coming down her face. I take off my jacket and wrap it around her slender body. She looks at me through her tear filled eyes and my heart clenches in pain. I'm so fucking stupid. I should have never left her alone!

"Jax bring the car around!" I shout into my earpiece. I pick Nevaeh up and take her the backway out of the building and finally reach the car, hoping the drive back is quicker than the drive here.

Once we finally reach the penthouse I sprint straight into the bathroom with Nevaeh in my arms and jump into the bathtub. Nevaeh is still conscious and breathing hard, her skin is horribly flushed. I take two fingers and shove them down her throat until she finally hunches over and pukes. I do this again 3 more times until there is nothing left in her system. It looks as if too much has already been absorbed into her bloodstream so I strip her clothes off and turn on the cold water.

As soon as the cold water hits her she gasps and starts crying harder, but her face is in the same bland expression. Damn! I am so angry, not only had Ramirez fucked with me but he hurt Nevaeh and it was all because of me. I was seeing red. I keep Nevaeh under the cold spray for about 10 minutes and bring her back to the room, and dress her in one of my tshirts. She's still paralyzed but her temperature has lowered so thats a good sign.

I'm going to have to stay awake and watch her all night in case she has a bad reaction to the drug. I go to the closet and change out of my clothes into my night clothes and come back out into the room. Nevaeh is still breathing heavily, her eyes trained on the ceiling.

I sigh and crawl into bed next to her, and pull her into my arms. Her breathing speeds up and tears begin to fall. She must be scared I'm going to take advantage of her in this state. But I'm not. I can't. She's so scared and vulnerable so I do something I've never done before. I speak to her so that she can calm down.

"When I was 10, my parents were murdered. Right in front of me. I didn't understand it at the time, I believed that my father was untouchable. I was raised to be a cold blooded killer. My father taught me how to kill, to be emotionless. Once he even threw me in the middle of an infested forest with nothing but a gun and a knife. He left me there for 3 days. A 7 year old child in the middle of the forest to fend for himself. When I was 6 he made me kill 3 men. And if I cried, my mother would face the consequences."

I pause to take a deep breath. I hadnt spoken of my mother to anyone ever. But the words just kept spilling from my mouth.

"My mother was everything I'm not. She was kind, she was gentle, she was loving. She wasnt allowed to hug me, hold me, or even tell me she loved me. But she did it anyway behind my fathers back. She tried to make me good, even though my father had already fucked me up. And I tried to stay the boy she believed I could be. But my restraint broke the day they murdered her."

I look at Nevaeh, her breathing had evened out and her eyes were closed.

"I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so sorry for everything. I just, I dont know how to control myself. I was born this way." I kiss the top of her head.

I was going to find Ramirez and kill him myself. And I didnt care what problems it was going to cause. He crossed the line this time. And this wasn't forgivable. I would make him pay.

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