I had thought my father's villa was big. This was an entire community littered with mansions.

"Who live in these houses?" I asked in awe,

Damien, who had been ignoring me since we got inside the car, finally replied.

"My men live in some." His answer was curt, direct.

"Can I have one?"

"No."

I knew my request was absurd, it still didn't stop me from making one.

"Get down." He told me after the car stopped at the biggest mansion,

"No." I stubbornly said,

"Don't make me repeat myself." He enunciated every words, letting me know that he wasn't kidding,

"And if I don't?" I asked,

Before I could say another word, he grabbed me from the back seat and hoisted me over his shoulders.

"Put me down!" I yelled, hitting his back,

"Shut the fuck up." His voice turned murderous, and I took it as a cue to actually keep quiet before he did something unthinkable,

The house used a thumb print and facial recognition system, and the moment we were in, my jaw dropped. The interior was simply breathtaking.

"Do you live here?" I asked,

He grunted but said nothing as he led us to a room with giant double doors. The moment we were in, he threw me on the bed and I landed with a thud.

I looked around the room that was completely white except for the red stains on the wall that looked suspiciously like–

"Is that blood?" I nearly puked,

He brought out a knife, the same knife he had held earlier as he advanced towards me, I shifted on the bed, but he held my foot, tracing the blade over the sole.

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