I walk into the restaurant, which appears sort of empty. A classic rich boy move from the stupid brat, I hope he loves my surprise. A man comes over to me, eyeing me up and down, and he asks me to follow him.

        I adjust the gun hidden in my back and I follow behind him. You can never be too safe in these situations. He leads me into a large room with just one table and seated at the table is Damien. The waiter leaves us. His eyes flicker from his phone and land on me, he grins poking his tongue into his cheek. His eyebrows tilted up in surprise, judging by his clothes he just got off work, a ruffled white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm and a silver watch in his left hand. He sits up.

  "This wasn't what I expected," he says looking at my something red which is a sweatshirt. I'm not some hookup girl he can just tell what he wants.

I move to the table and I sit from across him, his grin disappears. He runs his hand through his hair, puffs, and looks closely at me. I lean into my chair

  "What do you want ?"

   He laughs and I give a look that clearly says not having it, this just started and I'm already over it. He raises his hand, a waiter comes by with a wine bottle in her hands. She eyes me curiously and immediately pours both of us a glass. He takes his playfully swirling it in his hand,

"How is your wound," he asks in a tone that I don't like but I just need to tolerate him

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     I'm not bothered by the fact that he is bragging about shooting me, I smile

" Have someone teach you how to use a gun" I tell him

   His shot was not impressive, he raises his eyes and gives a ghostly grin again. I grab my phone and start to scroll through it

"I'll ask one last time, Why did you want to see me? ".

He drops his glass and I feel his gaze deepen on me, I cross my legs.

"Did your mother not teach you it's rude to have your phone at the dinner table ?"

I let his words fly over my ear, I don't have the energy to fuel his insults. But really what reason does he have to ask for me, his father gave into the chamber's demands. I look away from my device briefly and analyze his face, he has a smug look on.

   " She died when I was nine so she didn't have the chance to"

   I'm curious to see where he is going to take this. He inches his hand closer to my glass, he brings it up telling me to have it

  " Is that what you told everyone?" he asks
My eyes widen, no he can't possibly know. He smiles "Your mother is not dead, why did you lie to everyone,? ".

    I look at him, not even the mafia knows this, how? I swing out of my chair and slam both hands on the table,

  "Say it again!"

He looks up at me, his green eyes spark like my anger is energizing them. He continues
"No one knows the truth about what happened that night, only you and your mother know this .....Right. I look around the room quickly, I lean closer to him, "Where the hell is she?".

He relaxes into his chair folding his arms,      I take a deep breath and lean back, and he continues spewing his nonsense and I reach my threshold of tolerating it. I kick back the chair and drag the gun from behind me, his eyes brighten and he begins to laugh. He stops and shrugs his shoulders " Are you going to shoot me? ".Too bad he thinks this is an empty threat, anything associated with my mother is bad news and I plan to eradicate it.

  I bring the gun to my right hand and I swing the table with the other his stance doesn't change, he sits confidently not bothered by the fact that I might shoot him, I fire the first one in the air and it's blank. I tilt my head showing him I'm not messing around, his eyes are still the same.

No sign of fear in them, I won't kill him but I'll leave him with a warning, the chamber won't be pleased if I kill the son of one of their current associates. I balance my hand and steadily trace my finger on the trigger, Where should I shoot him? I'd like to see his little smug look turn to pain.

Men with revolvers immediately storm in and surround us.  . They yell for me to drop the weapon, and he chuckles. Saved by the bell, lucky little bastard. I step closer to him and I lower the gun. He pulls his hand out showing his palm

" Good girl"

     I place the gun in his hand, he raises his hand telling the men to leave. They all eventually oblige and I'm left alone with him again. I tighten my fist and swing at him, my fist connect with his jaw. He nearly falls off his seat, he brings his face back rubbing his bleeding lips. He gets up and towers over me, his height doesn't scare me. I inch closer to him and I get close enough, he looks amused. I bring my finger to his chest "Don't fuck with me, I can be dangerous " I warn him. I've kept the secrets of that night for years and I'm willing to take it to my grave.

  He steps back, the only way he would know this is if that wicked woman told him. I know now that they've met, what she wants doesn't concern me but I will not let her waltz into my life again. She has an habit of ruining whatever she touches, vile woman .

    "Damien let's get something straight "

  " Mhmm"

    He looks down at me, his face dead serious like mine, he knows now that I'm not joking.

    "Stay far away from me and her"

   He crackles " Who are you to give orders?" he yells. I feel my anger maturing, if I don't leave now I don't know what I'll do. To think I was swooning over this idiot is alarming. I bring my hands to his shoulders and gently pat him "Tell her to leave"

     His look softens "Then do as I say" he urges bringing his hand to my face, I glare at him and he immediately stops. If I have to conclude with this moron then I will.  Nobody can find out what happened, I won't let this secret see the light of day. I  hope his demands are not too much for me to handle. I nod " Let's hear it", how bad can it be, he'll probably ask for a favor for his father. He grins

"Marry me"

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