Chapter 5 KINGS HAVE MASTERS

Kassidy's POV:

"Well yeah, I do know something about it." He chuckled. "They messed with me for a long time. They surely got what they deserved." He sounded really scary right now. "My company had stood for ten good years, and you think you can come with your three-year-old company and experience just to break mine down? He chuckled humorlessly. "The company was bound to go bankrupt, they messed with the wrong company. Compensation? They better find another way to pick themselves back up cause I'm not lifting a finger. Pissed? why wouldn't I be? You always call when I'm occupied. Yeah good, do that." And there he cut the call and faced me before leaning down and kissing me on the forehead.

"Is something wrong?" I asked innocently and he shook his head in response. Then he took his shirt and covered me with it.

"I have an office issue to attend to right now. I'm sorry to have ruined the mood." He said and I nodded, unhappy about that.

He raised my chin and kissed me again. I nearly melted.

When he pulled away, his eyes still lingered on mine and they spoke some silent words. I knew he was being sincere.

Stroking my hair one last time, he rose and walked out of the door.

My eyes lingered on the door for a moment too long, but soon I lay on the bed, about to sleep. But I couldn't, remembering that I had to go back to that house and suffer.

My thoughts were racing, my mind swimming with fear and uncertainty.

I twisted around the bed trying to sleep, but when I thought about where I was returning to, I kept my eyes open.

Did I have to go back there? What if, by some chance, I could address all the issues happening in there with a few gestures here and there?

At this point, I was so desperate to please everyone, because I could see that was the only way I would fit in.

I closed my eyes, finally drifting off to sleep. Then I felt a hand choking me. I looked up and saw my stepfather.

"You deserve to die completely. Someone like you is completely useless. I don't even understand why I gave you to Bruno of all men. You should count yourself lucky." He squeezed harder while I tried to pull his hands away. Then the hands were suddenly off and I was no longer in my stepdad's grip.

I was standing before two familiar people who looked as though they were completely angry. They had both brows cocked and they certainly didn't look proud at all.

"This was all you could do for us after all these years? After what we did for you?" The look of disappointment in my father's eyes broke me.

"Dad, it wasn't the way you think it was. I had no choice."

"You could have done so much better, rather than giving away your inheritance." He sighed and there I was sobbing again. I felt someone wipe my tears but that was when I woke up and realized it was a dream, I saw Damien beside me.

"You don't have to leave if you don't want to. He can't harm you, he'll have to get past me first," He growled. I didn't think it was a wise thing to do, even though I really wanted to stay back.

"I can't. If I do, I have my family to answer to as well, and then the internet. It wouldn't be funny because I know how crazy my family can be, it's just better to avoid it." I said. "I have to go Damien. Thank you for the hospitality."

"You don't have to say thank you. We've known each other for so long already." He and I smiled before getting off the bed. He looked at me without saying anything, before nodding. "If you need any help, don't hesitate, not even for once to call me."

I nodded while he pulled me close to himself before kissing my forehead.

"My driver will take you back."

"No, I can just take a cab."

"My driver is taking you back." It wasn't a request.

His words were final and I didn't argue against it. He escorted me down the stairs till we were out of his home. Then I entered his car...

"You know what? I'm driving you myself. I don't trust that mother fucker." He said signaling to the driver to get out. He replaced the driver and started the car while I was in the passenger's seat. After wearing my seat belt, he drove off towards my house.

Even though I felt safe with him. I had a very bad feeling about this.

Once we had arrived at my house. He certainly wasn't leaving me alone to walk towards the doorstep. My heart thumped fast in my chest.

"Please don't...don't do this, I mean it's going to make things more complicated," I said.

"I'd love to see him try." He stayed put, his hands in his pocket as he watched me knock on the door. I still had a very bad feeling about this. Soon the door was opened and there his mistress was. Adriana in a see-through nightgown. "Son of a bitch." Damien growled, I stopped him from entering the building before he caused any chaos. Adriana looked between the both of us and cocked a brow.

"You brought your little boy toy along with you, I see." She said while he chuckled humorlessly.

"And yet you are the home wrecker I guess. If anything, I think the toy here is pretty much you." I gasped at his statement, while she seemed offended. But his gaze narrowed at her in distaste. She felt a bit insecure and looked down at her body, realizing it was a see-through before covering up herself with her hands.

"Where is he?"

"Where is who?"

"The mother fucker that calls himself her husband." His voice wasn't calm, it was deadly. My heart thumped faster in my chest as I urged him to take it slow and not cause any trouble.

"He's not here." She told him, narrowing her gaze at me as though she was sizing me up.

"That's a fucking lie. Tell him to get the fuck out."

"I don't understand, why do you want to see him so bad?" She questioned.

"And why wouldn't he want to see me? Is he scared that I'm going to hurt him for leaving his wife outside in the cold while fucking you and your friend? The highest level of irresponsibility." He stated.

"You shouldn't be involved in any of this. You're just going to be a third wheel."

"That's a funny joke coming from you. Kind of makes me believe you never think before you speak." He stated.

"What the hell is going on here?" That voice belonged to Bruno. And upon seeing Damien his eyes changed. I think I caught a glimpse of fear in them. What exactly was their relationship as rivals?

Damien's demeanor was about the scariest I encountered at that moment.

"You left your wife to sleep in the cold last night." He growled and I held his arm, pleading for him to stop.

"And what does that have to do with you? She's my wife, not yours." He said and I think something snapped inside Damien because he gripped Bruno's collar tightly almost immediately.

"If you dare do something like that to her again, or if you dare lay a finger on her, your hands will be the next thing on my platter." He whispered dangerously. I saw the fear written on Bruno's face as he stared at Damien. His eyes seemed to be stuck on Damien's that he couldn't even move. He felt paralyzed.

I never knew that one of the world's most callous men had someone he reluctantly bowed to.

It was obvious, even kings had masters.