Chapter 84 Chapter 84
He had done this before, a thousand times, but somehow, I feared this was the one that held the most weight.
Like this was the moment where saying goodbye meant it might be the last.
"Don't leave this spot until I come for you..." he hesitated. "And if I don't...get to the cars as quickly as you can, and get the hell out of here." He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand
"Wait, Damien. Come back. Please." I said to him. His eyes held my fear in them, but he nodded strictly and turned away.
I watched his men move in the distance, waiting for Damien's signal to resume the ambush. My heart skipped a beat when he did. This was it. Duke and some of the other men rushed in from the back, while Damien led the others through the front door.
I caught the winking signal of the sniper in place from the building across the warehouse, aimed directly at the top floor of the opposite building. Suddenly, gunshots began to ring out from inside the warehouse. My heart began to race as men rushed out, fighting each other. I could see some of Damien's men shooting at the opposition.
Three men were already dead outside the building when I heard an explosion from the top floor, and a man was thrown out the window to his death. The sniper at the other end continued taking his shots, clipping several men in the head and chest.
"Damien," I panicked and began to make my way inside. Some men were rushing down in the heat, and I pressed myself against the wall so they could pass without seeing me. They rushed into their cars and were starting to drive away when the sniper grabbed a bazooka.
The car was blown to pieces, and I was thrown off my feet by the propelling force of wind that came with the explosion.
My ears were ringing as I lifted up my eyes to survey the environment. A tingling sensation rolled down my arm, and I raised my arm to my blurry vision, and dancing red filled my sight.
I groaned in pain, lifting myself off the ground. I had scraped both my hand and leg as I fell. Gunshots continued to sound back and forth at the top floor of the building. I managed a step, testing the feeling in my leg, and when it was good enough for me, I rushed up the stairs to the top floor just in time to catch Damien in a shoot-out with some of Alexander's men.
Alexander himself was taking the second exit out of the building, and so was Victor. Their men stood in place, holding off Damien and his men. One man had Damien in combat, while another was preparing to shoot from behind.
I found a rod lying on the floor and sneaked up behind the man with a gun. Just as he pulled the trigger, I hit his head, and the bullet missed Damien's head slightly, clipping his opponent straight in the throat.
One of Alexander's men grabbed me, holding his knife to my neck, and was dragging me down when Damien turned around and shot him, but not before his knife cut me slightly across my neck.
The others fled through the opposite exit, while Damien's men, now down to several, went after them.
I fell to the floor from the pain, and Damien rushed up to me, panic in his eyes.
"Lisa! Are you alright? Hold on." He tore off his shirt and wrapped it around my bleeding neck. The wound hurt terribly, but it wasn't a deep cut. It was a scratch, but it was bleeding like mad.
"I told you to wait in the car." He said, scolding me, but he didn't look mad. His eyes looked scared, and it made me want to laugh. Tears slipped down my face as he held me close to his chest.
That moment seemed to have cemented our bond, and I felt all the bad blood of the last couple of hours roll away.
His hands slipped under my knee,s and he lifted me in his arms. When we got to the car, I realised that Damien may have gotten the upper hand. His men were back as well, not all of them, but most of them.
I fell asleep in his arms as we drove. I woke up in the comfort of clean sheets and the sweet smell of coffee wafting into my nostrils. My eyes remained closed, and for a second, I imagined I had slipped into a romantic tale that had nothing to do with war, blood, and death.
I opened my eyes finally, to find that I was in a different room that wasn't mine. The walls were painted a darker shade of cream, and there were little decorations in the room. Red powerfully charged the room, as it was splattered across the wallpaper artistically at one end of the room, next to a flower vase.
The room also smelled strongly of aftershave and perfume. My stomach tightened, and my heart raced. It was Damien's room.
I sat up quickly, but that was a sick mistake; my neck hurt where I had been cut, and my arm protested my movement because it felt sore.
As if on cue, Damien walked out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but a towel. Water dripped down his body in crystal beads, and it made me wonder if he bathed in diamonds for a living, with the way the light bounced off the water droplets.
He held a towel to his hair, making a mess of it in the name of drying it out. I didn't even know I had been staring for long until he turned around and found me watching him.
"You're awake." He paused. I wished I had pulled the bed covers over my head so it didn't feel like I was deliberately checking him out, but I was, wasn't I?
A smirk passed his lips, and his eyes twinkled. "Don't worry, I already gave you a bath." He smiled.
What? I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing his shirt. Oh boy, oh boy. What the hell? Why did I suddenly feel so self-conscious?