Previously on You're Back...

"I want Damon Queen to go down so hard he will never be able to get up. I want it all out into the world, everything he's done, everyone he got rid of, I want it all in the public eye and watch how his companies crumble down one after another, until he's nothing left but a criminal and a fake. I want everyone to stop loving him!"

"And remind me why am I doing this again?" I thought I was gonna lose my patience with her.

"Because, my dear, beautiful Rachel, we have a common enemy. Somebody who betrayed you, dumped you, cheated on you, and threw you away like trash after years of love. And in the end, when he'll be lonely and with no roof over his head, I'm sure he'll come back to you, like a whining puppy, if you'll still want him then, of course." An answer, that seemed to please her beyond words.

...

Natalie woke up to no missed calls or messages. She laid in bed, staring at her ceiling and thought about Damon. His emerald eyes and dark hair, the way he looked at her. Nobody ever looked at her like that. But she knew, seeing no notifications, that it was over. Any and every chance they ever had, was over. He no longer wanted her.

She thought of everything that happened between them, to her, to him, and realized that maybe it was better this way. She was glad she wasn't the one to make the choice. Now, laying there with an empty feeling in her chest, she felt lonely. She wanted to feel something- preferably the warm sun of Santorini on her skin. That was the place she really felt warm.

Something in her told her to not give up and keep pushing, to try and at least go see him one more time. For losing someone like him forever and permanently was a heartbreaking thought. Natalie got out of bed and got dressed. She had to be in one place for sure- work.

But Natalie never made it to work- for the moment she stepped out of her apartment, all she saw was black.

...

Damon got ready for work, and kissed Rachel goodbye as he left. He took his coffee to go and walked to his car. His chauffeur opened the door for him, and he was off to his company. He also was in a bad mood today, thinking about a certain someone too much. Right person, wrong time? No, he knew it in him that she would always be right for him no matter the time. Always, probably then.

He was so lost in his thoughts he barely noticed his ringing phone. Unknown number. He picked it up. A rusty and harsh voice said on the other side, "Good morning, Mr Queen. I hope you enjoyed your morning today for its about to go quite downhill. Let us play a game." Damon frowned, "Who is this?" but the voice interrupted, "Let me ask the questions here. A game yes, no, a riddle. Let's see, if you guess the right name, you'll win one hour. The name starts with an N, and ends with an E. It belongs to a girl who should've stayed dead."

Damon immediately rose up in his seat. His heartbeat fastened. "Who the hell are you?!"

"The advantage of holding a hostage is getting to make the rules and ask the questions, so listen closely. You have one hour to get to the place where your career started, or the girl will finally meet her fate. Buried in the ground, somewhere you'll never find her. And do know I am listening to every word you say, and every move you make. You tell someone, she dies, you bring someone, she dies, you know the drill. One hour and counting."

"I will make you regret being born, asshole. Where are you keeping her?!"

"You should listen more closely. The place where your career started. Have fun playing someone else's game for once, dick." And then, the call ended. Damon's eyes were wide and he imagined one person after another, all possible suspects or enemies. The list was too long and vague. He couldn't think straight, for all went through his head was Natalie. Natalie, Natalie.

Damon looked at the clock. 8:05. He had an hour to get to her, find her, save her. He did not care what was going to happen, will they kill him, skin him, take him or drown him, he couldn't care less. He only had one goal right now. He pushed the guilt and shame away when he remembered all the missed calls from her a night ago. He wasn't there, when she needed him. He wasn't there. And now she's in danger because of him, because he once again, couldn't be the better man.

The place where it all began? What kind of a sick joke is this? This person clearly must've known a lot about Damon's life, a lot more than he ever told anyone. A voice at the back of his head told him exactly what it was, where it was, and he dreaded so much of going there he thought of every place possible in the whole of NYC before he gave up. This person knew way too much.

Damon told the driver to stop, and then he threw him out. He wasn't bringing anyone along with him, he couldn't risk it. Not when it came to her. Had he only stopped to think rationally, he would realize he was going straight towards his doom.

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It was a long drive, but Damon finally got there. He really hoped he was right about the location or he'd risk more than was humanly possible. He was stiff, panicked and hot. He did not know what to expect, for all he knows they could've just lurked him out and shoot him. No one would find him for days.

Damon parked his car and along the forest line. He rushed up a hill and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it- the cemetery. The sky was filled with clouds and the wind blew. The sound of dancing trees did not calm him at all.

Damon walked up inside the small chapel at the end of the cemetery, all and dusty. He was right, for the moment he stepped in, he saw Natalie, gagged and tied, laying on the floor, looking at him with her panicked, wide eyes.

"Don't even think about touching her. She's very comfortable." Damon turned around at the person blocking his exit, and he never would've guessed it right. "Justin? What kind of a sick game are you playing?" Damon noticed the gun in his hand.

"No, Damon. The question is- what sick game are you playing? What sick lies have you told everyone? Or should I say Natalie?" Justin gestured to Damon's father's tombstone. "Great job, Justin. You've found my father's grave. Now let her go!"

Justin started laughing, the kind of laugh that made Natalie's insides crawl. "I put the pieces together, you sick bastard. You're fake! You're a fucking fraud man. And here I am, working my ass off just to be able to compare to you!"

Natalie's eyes were watery. She did not understand any of this nonsense and her massive headache made it hard to concentrate on anything.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. You want money? You want my company? Fucking take it, you lunatic! Or if you're so brave why don't you kill me already, huh? Come on, get it over with!"

Justin broke out in laughter again and pointed the gun towards Natalie's chest. Natalie wanted to scream and run, but she couldn't move. "I won't kill you, Damon. You deserve to suffer, for everything you've done on your superior climb to wealth. Killing you now would just turn you into a martyr in everyone's eyes. But this bitch, on the other hand, no one will miss."

"Fine, Justin. You win. What do you want? Huh, name your price!"

"I want you to tell her, and the world the truth. You knew this was the place where your career began, because that's when your father died. So tell the truth, how it really went. Say it!"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"You have ten seconds before I shoot her through the heart, and then through your leg. Nine."

Natalie moaned in protest and Damon stiffened. He noticed what Justin meant about telling the world, he was holding a recording device in his other hand. If he marched at him, he would risk killing them both.

"Eight. Seven. Six."

Justin's hand did not even tremble. He thought this through. He met Natalie so conveniently in Greece, and then brought her here, back to New York.

"Five. Four. Three."

He was on the same yacht party as he was, and he brought her just so they'd meet. He planned this all along. He hated Damon for so long and so intensively he wasn't sure what he could do, if he could talk it out of him. But Damon knew one thing for sure- and that was his love for her.

"Two. One-"

"I killed him. I killed my father and claimed all his money, all his estates, everything. I stole it all. Then I buried all the evidence and silenced everyone who dared speak of him."

"Murderer."

A/N

It feels so great updating again :) There's only around one or two chapters left till the end, and i can't wait to show you guys what I've been working on all this time!

Love, sb12