Chapter 37 Taken
~~Charlotte’s POV~~
Damien had been pissed since he found out about Alexander's stunt.
We were already on the plane back to America, and Damien still hadn't said a word to me; his jaw was clenched and his eyes blazing with anger.
“Damien ? It's going to be okay, I promise.”
His gaze shifted to me. “Yeah, I know.” He placed his hand against mine and gently squeezed it.
“Are you sure you do? You look pissed.”
He shook his head. “Come sit on my lap, Charlotte.” I immediately obeyed; he held me tight. “Don't worry about that.” He stroked my hair. “Just focus on me.”
I nodded, “Of course.”
We landed an hour later; as we got off the plane, I noticed Ezera. She was fidgeting with her jacket like there was something wrong.
“Ezera?” She turned to face me.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” She turned and began to walk off.
Damien held my hand and led me to our designated car. As we rode home, he brought out his phone and pressed it against his ear.
“Meet me at my home in a few minutes; we have something important to discuss.”
He placed the phoaway and turned to face me; his gaze scanned the worried expression on my face. “Baby, you don't have to worry.” He reached for my face and caressed it. “Come on.” He grabbed me, pushed his hips forward, and placed me on top of himself. “Vita mia, this is my problem. I don't want you getting sad over it.”
I shook my head. “What? Damien, your problem became mine the moment we signed those marriage papers.
He smiled. “I'm really happy to have you, Charlotte; I usually have to go through these things alone.”
I drew my face closer to his. “What do you mean alone? You have soldiers, don’t you?”
He cupped my face in his hands. “I didn't have a wife,” he rasped. “Having you here makes everything better.” His hands pressed against my hips.
I couldn't do anything today to help him, but I was happy to make him happy. “I love you, Damien.”
“I love you, Vita mia.”
He pulled me into a tight hug and caressed my hair until we got home. As we stepped out of the car, some of the soldiers ran to us. “Boss, there's a problem.”
“We know; that's why we came back,” Damien responded curtly.
“No, I mean a problem in the house…”
Damien and I paused, and we turned to face him. “In the house?” I asked.
“The FBI is here.”
My heart spiked, and I immediately turned to face Damien , his face twisted with shock. “You should get out of here.”
My lips parted. “What? I'm not leaving you.”
“They are going to take me away Charlotte, it's going to get dangerous when I try to resist”
“Ah! “Mr. Davenport,” a man's voice shouted. I looked up ahead to see a man dressed in all black and a vest that said FBI. Behind him were six other men dressed the same.
“Damien ?” My voice trembled.
“Shit,” he cursed.
“What are you doing here?” Damien moved to stand in front of me. “I wasn't expecting you here,” he chuckled.
They drew closer to us. “I know you know why we are here.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket. “You murdered five political officials, you were caught on camera, and we got an anonymous tip about a paper you signed in order to keep this quiet; it's another proof of evidence that you did it.”
Damien exhaled.
“This here,” the man wiggled the paper in his hand, “is a warrant to arrest you.”
The sounds of guns cocking filled the air. I looked around; Damien's soldiers all stood at alert with their guns outstretched.
“Put your weapons down!” Damien shouted.
“What?” The soldier with us moved closer. “Boss, we can take them out; they are just seven.”
“I can't let a bloodbath happen here; a bullet could hit Charlotte.” He paused before the most hurtful word came out of his mouth: “I'll let them take me.”
My hand squeezed his; he wasn't going to fight back because of me?
“Take me.” He stretched both of his hands to them.
They nodded and placed a cuff around his hands. “Follow us,” they said and began to walk away.
“Wait…. I want to say goodbye to my wife,” he spoke and turned to face me.
My head tilted to the side, and tears clouded my eyes. “I don't want to lose you,” my voice was strained.
He smiled. “You won't; I'll be back.”
As the tears streamed down my face, he reached for it and wiped it off, saying, “Don't cry; it's breaking my heart.”
My head turned to the soldier. “Don't listen to him; ask them to shoot.”
“Don't,” Damien said.
“Do it!” I shouted.
“Don't!” He shouted louder.
“I don't want to lose you!” I cried, “P…please.”
“You aren't losing me; I'm just going away for a while.”
My throat tightened. “They have evidence; this is forever,” my voice dropped low.
He lifted up his chin and placed his lips against mine. “I'll break down those prison walls as long as it means I'll get to see you again, Vita mia.”
“Promise?”
He nodded. “I promise.”
“Let's go” the FBI snapped his fingers , Damien winked at me as he turned around and began to follow them.
I watched with a breaking heart as my husband walked away with cuffs in his hands; I wanted to hug him one last time.
“Damien, wait!” I began to rush towards him; he turned to face me.
“Ma'am, you are not allowed to touch him,” one of the FBI men spoke.
I ignored him, still running towards him, and as I tried to run into his arms, one of the men who had shouted at me placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back. I lost my balance and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
Damien’s eyes widened, and he immediately landed a punch on the man’s nose. He shouted in agony, and his hand flung to his nose. Another of the men grabbed Damien. “It’s a crime to hit a man of the law…”
Before he could finish, Damien wrapped his cuff around the man's neck. “I'll strangle you if any one of you ever touches my wife again, I promise,” he growled.
I slowly stood up from the ground and wiped myself with my hands.
The man Damien was strangling struggled, his face was turning red as the cuff’s chain pressed tightly against his neck.
“Sir, please let him go,” they all begged.
“Damien !” I shouted.
He froze and looked up at me. “Yes, baby.”
“Please don't kill him.”
He pressed his lips together, rolled his eyes, and pulled away from the man. Damien turned to look at one of his soldiers. “Take my wife inside; I'm sure she's cold, and you know what to do about my…situation.”
The soldier nodded, “Yes boss”
They all turned to leave; they seemed too scared to touch him. “I turned to the soldier behind me. “What's your name?”
“Lucas, ma'am,”
“Good, how do we get my husband out?”
He clenched his fists. “We have to fish for a way to prove him innocent.”
“We can't do that.” I drew closer to him. “There's evidence.”
Lucas smiled. “You'd be surprised at what we can do.”
I tilted my head to the side. “W…we?”
“The Mafia”