Chapter 87
Elena's POV
The moment I pushed open the door to the motel, I found Leo pacing across the small, dimly lit room.
His eyes were wide and frantic and his steps hard against the floor.
He turned sharply the second he saw me.
“Where the hell did you go?”
I closed the door behind me and dropped my coat on the chair. “To see Damien…like I said.”
“God, Elena!” He raked a hand through his hair, his voice a mix of anger and panic. “You got me worried sick! You can’t just disappear like that!”
“I told you I can handle myself.” I walked past him toward the bed, trying not to meet his frantic gaze.
Leo exhaled hard, the tension in his shoulders not easing one bit. “Okay… okay. Fine. You’re back. That’s all that matters.”
He took a step closer and pointed toward the small bag by the table. “I packed you a bag as well.
There's cloths, cash, everything we'll need. I also booked us a ticket for the next flight out of the city.”
“Flight?” I frowned, lowering myself onto the bed. “Out of the city?”
“Yes, Elena. Out of the damn city.” His tone was desperate now. “Have you forgotten. We can’t stay here.
He is coming for us Elena. Damien isn’t going to sit back and—”
I laughed softly, cutting him off. “Wait, wait… I’m not going anywhere.”
Leo’s jaw clenched. “What do you mean you’re not going anywhere?”
I leaned back on my elbows, smiling like the whole thing was a joke. “Didn’t I tell you I’d handle Damien?”
“What do you mean, ‘handle’?” His voice went lower and sowmwhat cautious, like he was afraid of what I'd say next. “Elena, what did you do?”
I met his eyes head on.
And then, calmly, I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the small piece of metal I’d been holding onto since I left Damien’s company.
It was from Damian’s car. I pulled it out when no one was looking.
Leo stared at it for a moment, confused. “What… what is that?”
I turned it between my fingers, his gaze never leaving it. “Let’s just say any minute from now, Damien’s light will be turned off.”
His face went pale as it hit him. “You murdered him!”
“He was going to be a problem,” I said simply. “I took care of it.”
Leo stepped back, shaking his head like he didn’t recognize the person standing in front of him. “Elena, you killed Damien. Fuck!”
“Leo, calm down.” I reached for him, but he moved away from my touch.
He started pacing again, hands on his hips, muttering under his breath. I could see the conflict written all over his face, a mix of anger, despair, guilt all in one.
“Leo…” I said softly, walking up to him, resting my hand against his chest. “He was going to get in our way. You know it.”
He looked down at me, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of warmth in his eyes. But then, in a flash, it was gone.
“You’ve let this obsession with Bianca get the better of you,” he said, his voice trembling with fury. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.”
“Leo, don’t—”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Elena!” He grabbed his own bag from the table, slinging it over his shoulder. “It’s over.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of his words but I kept my composure. “I did what needed to be done.”
“Screw you.” His voice shot out. “I’ve known that man for half my life, and you just killed him like he was nothing.”
He turned for the door.
“Leo, please—”
But he didn’t look back.
“I’m done with this, I'm done with this city and I'm done with you,” he said. Then the door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the walls.
And immediately he was gone, a heavy silence fell in the room.
For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the door, the air felt heavier by the second.
Was he right?
Had I let my taste for revenge swallow me whole?
I sank to the edge of the bed, my hand still clutching that piece of metal.
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, screw him.”
Leo was a coward. He didn’t understand what this was about. He never would because he never lost someone so dear to you because of another person.
“I’m going to finish what I started,” I murmured to myself.
“Or I die trying… “
Then, I looked down at the piece of metal again and smiled faintly. “Goodnight, Damien.”
Third Person Pov
The ambulance drove through the streets, it's red and blue lights flashing through the night.
Inside, Damien lay motionless on the stretcher, his face pale.
His shirt was torn, blood pooling around a gash near his temple.
“Blood pressure dropping!” one of the medics shouted.
“Hang in there, sir. Stay with me!” another yelled, pressing down on his chest.
His body jolted weakly each time they hit a bump in the road, but he didn’t move. The driver called ahead. “ETA two minutes to St. Augustine’s!”
When they burst through the hospital doors, nurses and doctors were already waiting.
They wheeled him into the emergency room almost immediately, voices ringing around.
“Pulse weak.”
“He’s losing alot of blood.”
“Get me a mask…now!”
They placed the oxygen tube over his nose, but his chest wasn’t moving.
“Sir, he’s not breathing.”
The attending physician looked up sharply. “We’re losing him. Prepare the defibrillator.”
The nurse nodded quickly, rubbing the paddles together until they were charged.
“Clear!”
Damien’s body convulsed as electricity surged through him. His head tilted back, mouth slack, but there was still no heartbeat.
“Nothing,” one nurse whispered.
“Again!”
The doctor’s voice rose above the noise.
“Clear!”
The second shock hit harder. Damien’s body jumped again, then fell still. The monitor stayed flat.
“Sir,” the younger medic said quietly, eyes heavy. “I think he’s gone.”
The room went still for a moment.
The doctor stood there, staring at Damien’s facx then let out a long sigh.
He started to lower the paddles when…
“Wait,” the nurse said. “One more time doctor. Mr. Sinclair is a major donor to this hospital, he deserves our very best effort.”
The doctor hesitated, then nodded. “All right. One more.”
She set the charge for it.
“Clear.”
The paddles hit his chest again.
For a heartbeat… nothing.
Then...
Damien gasped suddenly, his voice tearing through the room, as his eyes shot open..