Chapter 62 My life is in yours hands
Damein and I held her into the house as she explained what had happened to her.
“I hadn't planned to leave Russia anytime soon; I decided to stay with Sergey and Anna."
"Anna?" Damien asked.
“Anastasia,” Becky explained, "but we were attacked on your way back home four days ago.
“By whom?" Damein asked.
Becky shook her head. “I don't know, but they injected something in me. I don't know why it is, but my hand hurts terribly. The next morning I saw green lines on my arm; it got worse every day."
“Why would they inject you?" Damein asked.
Becky wiped the tears from her eyes. “Because of you?"
"Me?" Damein asked in confusion.
“There was a woman with them; she said something to me after I got injected, ‘Stay away from Damien; he's mine.,"
I looked at Damien. Why were so many women after him?
He placed his palm on my thigh and patted it. “Do you know what she looks like?" he asked Becky.
She shook her head. “I couldn't see; it was dark, but I know I was hurt because of you. I tried to ask some of the men for help, but they have never seen anything like this before. All they know is it's killing me; it will keep spreading, and my heart will stop when it gets to it."
“Did you ask my men to watch the CCTV footage?"
Becky shook her head. “I didn't think about that."
He quickly grabbed his phone from the table and dialed a number. “Becky's accident, find out the date and time. I need a video of what happened."
After that he placed the phone back on the table. “If this is a lady from my past, I'm going to find a way to help you, I swear,” he assured.
Becky slid the jacket back on, “Thank you."
She stood up and began to walk upstairs; she could barely hold her weight and staggered as she walked.
“I feel bad for her,” I said.
He looked at me, his hand brushed the hair on my face, and he said, “I know, me too."
“Who do you think it is?" I asked.
He thought for a second, “I have too many enemies, Charlotte; I couldn't possibly remember."
“Do you think it's an ex?”
He sensed the jealousy in my voice. “No, I have never been with another woman except you."
I drew closer to him and placed my head on his shoulder. "What a chaotic life we live,”
“I can drop everything and take you away from here, a secluded place, just you and I,”
“We still have to help Becky,” I said.
“After that a vacation?" he asked.
I giggled, "Are you just trying to get out of teaching me how to use guns?"
“Yes,” he admitted.
Just then his phone dinged; he grabbed it from the table. His men in Russia had sent pictures of the accident.
There were men dressed in black, but in the middle was a woman in red. She had strawberry blond hair; it was wavy, and it went all the way to the back.
I looked at Damein, who wore a horrified look on his face; there was a look of familiarity in his eyes.
“You know her,” I said.
“Unfortunately,”
“Who is she?"
He looked at me. “A woman I met years ago—she was obsessed with me. I thought she was dead,” he said in disbelief.
“Why would you think that?" I asked.
“Because she took a bully for me,”
I parted my mouth in awe, “Why would she hurt Becky?”
“I don't know,” he admitted. “I have to find a way to contact her. Eloise is a dangerous woman; if she came after Becky because of me, she must have a plan for something bigger.
He dialed the soldier he had called earlier and pressed the phone against his ear. “Find out everything about Eloise Parker, I mean everything."
He stood up and paced around the room as the soldier responded, his hands against his hips. I had never seen him so worried.
I stood up and walked to him as he hung up on the phone call. “Relax, we will get through this; we always will."
He wrapped his arms around me, "Charlotte…," his voice trailed off, as if he couldn't find his words. I patted his back, “Do you want to tell me how you guys met?"
“At a club six years ago,” he said, still hugging me, "Eloise is an assassin for hire. She was paid to eliminate a few of my men, and I had gone to find her, only we didn't know what she looked like. She drugged my drink, and we had sex." He pulled away from the hug to look at me.
“I don't remember any of it, and I swear it was meaningless,”
“You don't have to explain; it was years ago, and we haven't even met." I gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze.
“I know, but she became obsessed since then; she was diagnosed with attachment disorder."
My brow raised, “She's mentally ill?"
He nodded. "She wouldn't leave me alone no matter how much I pushed her off until she took a bullet for me and died right in front of my eyes, but somehow she's back. I don't…" His voice trailed off. "Fuck," he rasped as he placed his head on my shoulder.
“It's okay,” I patted his head. “What are you going to do?"
“I don't know; I swear, I fucking swear I'm going crazy."
Just then his phone began to ring; he slid his hand into his pocket. It said no caller ID, but it was a video call.
The air suddenly grew tense; his gaze flickered to mine. "Don't say anything."
I nodded as he swiped to answer.
“Hi Damien," her voice was high-pitched and filled with excitement.
"Elosie
“Awwn, what's with the long face?" she asked. “Aren't you excited to see me?"
"Elosie, how are you alive?"
"That's a story for another day, maybe…when we go on a date?"
“I'm not going on a date with you, Eloise."
She let out a loud laugh, “Is it because of your wife?"
My blood ran cold; did she know about me?
“I heard whispers in Russia about your little blond wife. It's okay; I took care of her. She should be dead soon."
I could see the relief in Damien's eyes when he realized that Elosie thought Becky was his wife.
“Why did you hurt Becky?"
“Because she's married to my man, I will ruin any woman who tries to come between us, I fucking swear,” she threatened.
“I need an antidote."
“I'll think about it."
"Elosie!" he growled.
“Let's meet then; I have missed you."
“Fine,” he said reluctantly, “Where do you want us to meet?"
"Patience, dear, I'll get back to you,” Elosie said as the call ended.
He lolled up at me with a trembling hand. “She's going to come after you if she knows we are married."
I quickly slipped my hands into his. “Hey…it's okay, you'll protect me, I know you will."
“She is killing Becky because she thought we were married; what if…,” his breath grew ragged.
“It's okay, Damein." My eyes scanned his as I spoke.
“Fuck,” his forehead pressed against mine, “Fuck, what am I going to do?"
“You'll go on that date; t
hat's the only way."
His gaze lingered on mine. “What if she does the same thing to you?"
I fell silent; I struggled to hide how scared I was of the danger.