"Hmm," Nancy only mumbled in response before she slowly walked out of her bed and Damon looked at the hospital uniform she was wearing. It had a logo of the Anderson family.

"I have to change," Nancy mumbled but all Damon heard she didn't want to go. It was written all over her face. "I don't fucking care what you want. Get your slippers and we are out of here." Damon pointed to the door in pure rage. He was impatient and it was showing in his body language. He was too loud this time Nancy could tell everyone in the building could hear them.

Nancy got into the hospital slippers. The ones she was using for the bathroom. She was quick to pick up the bag the nurse had prepared for her and Damon asked, "What is it?"

"My discharge bag. The nurses said..." But Damon was quick to grab it and threw it to his man. Nancy looked at him in pure fear. She was frozen at her place. It was her time to leave and she couldn't find the courage to follow him. Damon held her arm and started dragging her. Nancy tried her best to keep the pace but couldn't.

She had her head down with shame. She had been ruling over the staff for the last three days and this is how her husband was treating her. But wasn't it the typical life of every unwanted mob wife? She was no exception. And, this hospital could be her second home when she was nothing but a toy Damon could mess with. Nancy kept her head down because she knew she wouldn't be able to bear the eyes of the people who had been serving her for the last few days.

There were Mercedes waiting outside and Damon opened the door for Nancy who had silent tears trailing to her cheeks with shame. No matter how her life had been in the last ten years there was never a moment she had to lower her head in shame.

Nancy followed and got into the car. She bit her lip realizing Damon will be sitting beside her. The door opened and was shut with force. In the past, she was poor but free. But now it seems she was left with nothing. Her dignity was lost so was her right to be free.

"To home," Damon ordered,

"Did you refuse to come home?" Damon didn't waste a breath and started questioning her. Nancy remained silent. Damon noticed that she wasn't replying to him. Was he someone she could refuse to answer? He held her hair from the back of his head and jerked her to him.

"Should I make you talk?" Damon warned and Nancy shook her head. "No,"

"So, you didn't refuse to come home. To your home. The home you have suggested to build?" Holding her hair above her temple with his other hand he shook her more to him.

"I never refused to come back to home. I even packed the discharge bag. It is ready for the last two days."

Damon opened his mouth in surprise. "Are you suggesting that my staff is lying to me?" Nancy gulped and shook her head. "No,"

"Then who is lying, my lady?" Nancy's lip quivered and tears dripped down her jaw.

"I said I will only come when you will come to pick me up..."

"What a coincidence! I heard something similar too. Who do you think you are? What are we playing here?..." When Nancy got her eyes lowered he held her mouth and made her look at him. "...do you still have it in you to act like my wife? I heard you went through surgery. How desperate are you to get this role, Nancy?"

"It is hard to choose between acting your wife or not. You would hurt me if I act your wife. And, you would hurt me for not accepting you as my husband." This made Damon smile.

"You made it easy. Didn't you?" Damon said letting her go and took notice of her wrist where she had a bandage. He held her hand and kissed the back of it. "Look, at you. All patched up. Ready for me to toy you again." Nancy didn't react to this one. He held her face softly and asked, "I know you can't wait for it too, right?"

And, it made Nancy tear up in an instant. "Tsk, why are you crying? Let me make it easy for you." This made Nancy look at him and Damon smiled at how she was suddenly listening for the word 'easy'. When there was nothing easy he was going to let in her way.

"I want you to act like I am your husband. But you can't act like you are my wife." Nancy blinked twice realizing he is torturing her.

Damon held her other hand too and asked, "Did you miss me?" Nancy remained quiet before replying. "You were in my dreams every night."

"I can believe that. I am a nightmare that doesn't go away." Nancy only looked at him. It was evident she didn't enjoy his sense of humor.

"Are you not mad that I didn't come to see you earlier? Don't you want to ask me what occupied me? What was more important than my wife?" Nancy stared at him for a moment before she replied rubbing her tears away under her chin, "I understand, you must be busy."

"How naïve?" Damon held her face in his hands and rubbed her tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. "There is nothing more important for a man than his bride of a week." Nancy whimpered when she tried to get his hold off.

"Ahh...you are hurting me." Nancy pleaded,

"I have missed you like nothing in the world I had missed. Whenever I got a hard-on I thought of your asshole. Had it been good for me? Tell me you had been a good girl and didn't open it wide for the doctors." Nancy punched his face to make him let go but he wouldn't.

"Ahh, I did nothing of this sort, my lord."

"How am I supposed to know this?"

"You know this. You are doing it on purpose." Nancy told him and tried to push him harder. "Then, how come you didn't miss me? You should have been mad at me for not coming earlier. You should have asked where the fuck I was."

"Where were you, my lord?" Nancy asked and it was as if her words did the spell and he let her go. His smile was back when he said,

"I was looking for my brother-in-law." When Nancy narrowed her eyes Damon explained. "Kendall?"

"Where is he?" Nancy asked. Their car had almost reached their place. Nancy gulped wondering if Ken was a captive here now. She looked at the Anderson estate before looking at Damon again. And, then looked at the blood on his hands. It did tell a story too. Was it Kendall's? Nancy gulped before looking at him. "Did you kill him?" Her voice seemed to be coming from a ditch.

"Finally! You are interested in this conversation. A lot had happened after you and instead of catching up and showing interest..." Damon was intentionally talking slowly and dragging and Nancy couldn't help begging.

"Tell me, please, please, please, please,..." She held his hands and grazed the blood on his knuckles with her thumbs.

"Are you forgetting something?" Damon asked but Nancy shook her head asking him again. "Please, tell me. Is Ken at home? Is his dead body at our place? Please, don't show it to me. I won't be able to see him dead." Damon got his face straight in an instant and stopped her. "Our place. You think it is our place, right? You are vowed to me, remember." Nancy nodded and he asked,

"So, if someone dares to fuck our place he deserves nothing less than death. You do realize it, right?"

Nancy was shaking uncontrollably. She caught her knuckles in her fists to stop herself from shaking and asked again.

"I am not blaming you. Why don't you tell me, already? Is he dead? Is he dead?"

"Why would I kill him? You will kill him for me. Remember, this is what you said. You said you would kill him for me. Or was it only a desperate cry to save your life? Or was everything else a lie too..." Nancy looked at him. She wonders if he would make her do this.

"You..." Nancy trembled. Their car was now inside the estate and was running to the front of the home.

"Take your time answering this one, Nancy. Is our marriage a lie too?" Damon had the kind of expression where if she would reject him he would have a heart attack. Nancy knew it was all an act. He was enjoying her situation. She would never be able to forgive him for getting her through something like this. "Your brother or I? Choose wisely," Damon's face was enough to tell her that he wanted to play this game. He was serious.

"My lord if I may..." Nancy held his knee.

"Choose?"

For a moment she wanted to tell him to kill her along with her brother but knew this was not what he wanted. Nancy fell back in her seat in sorrow. She looked out when the car stopped. She refused to look at Damon. She knew nothing could make him change his mind. She didn't have anything to offer him.

"No!, no..." She gasped slapping her hand over her eyes.

Nancy was convinced she had disowned her brother for turning his back on her. He wasn't less than a traitor to leave her in a mess without a heads-up. While she was running on the cold roads to look for him. He was a traitor for this and should be killed. But killing him wasn't something she could do. She looked at her hands wondering if she would do this. With her own hands? The hands she had used to feed him when he was a baby. He was her baby. Wasn't he? And, even though she had all the rights to avenge the situation he put her in she will always be remembered as the one who killed her brother.

"He is my father's only son," Nancy whispered this fact more to her than Damon. She had given up to convince Damon. She knew it was of no use.

Damon nodded but added. "What a shame! I am sure your father would have killed him for leaving his sister for Damon Anderson. I would have. Or your father was like Kendall who would throw you to the wolves to save his skin." Nancy gulped and looked at him.

"Please, don't say anything about my father. You don't know him."

"I will never talk about your brother too." Damon gestured zipping his lips and got the keys in his pocket. At the end he couldn't help his laugh. His square jaw spreading ear to ear could tell it was a show time for him.

Damon smirked while one of his men came to open the door for him. "Come, it is show time bitch." He told her and came to open the door for her.

Nancy walked out and wonders how her brother would look after being on the run for many days. Will he beg her to spare his life?

She kept walking in a trance. A lot of possibilities were passing her mind and she didn't even know where to look for the courage to do what she was to do.

How should I farewell him? Should I seek forgiveness so I don't regret not asking for forgiveness later in my life? Or should I tell him he deserves it. Should I forgive him before killing him? Was he even looking for my forgiveness? Should I ask him why didn't he tell me about Aria? Should I be mad at him for not trusting me to understand his situation?

But then all of sudden Nancy stopped walking. As if her body wanted to delay this event even if it was for mere seconds. She realized all of it didn't matter. Nothing of these questions mattered when nothing was in her control. She looked at Damon who was looking at her expectantly. Nancy realized nothing of it mattered because the beast wanted what he wanted.

Please tell me if you are enjoying this story and want me to continue. I am feeling low about this story. I know I should write it and complete it even if there is only one reader waiting for it. And, there are probably 25 of you for sure. And, I do want to complete it and tell all what I had planned for these two. But the doubts start to haunt me and taunt me saying you are wasting your time.