” That’s….
That’s half my business” He stuttered with wide eyes , he was in disbelief at what he just said.
He sat up properly on the couch, his back no longer in need of comfort, he was about to lose half his business because of one miscalculated step he took.
“You should consider yourself lucky I’m only taking half.” He said and got on his feet already done with the conversation.
Vincent looked up at Daemon, his lips trembled in misery, fingers reaching out but holding on to nothing.
He watched Daemon walk to the door, he gritted his teeth and balled his fingers into fists .
Out of desperation he yelled out before Daemon stepped out of the door.
“You can’t do this!”
With his back still turned to Vincent, Daemon replied in a calm voice.
“I already have” The door shuts behind him leaving chubby Vincent to drown in the silence.
His bottled rage exploded and he saw red, he grabbed the closest bottle of red wine and smashed it on the floor.
He looked like a child throwing tantrums, his bodyguards could only watch from where they stood.
He threw curses around but that didn’t change the fact that he had lost half of the business he had spent many years growing with his blood and sweat.
Daemon walked back into the event hall where he had left Anne but he couldn’t see her sitted on any of the chairs.
He had asked her to sit where he could find her, so where the hell was she?.
He clenched his jaw at the thought of someone whisking her away when he left the room.
He walked out of the crowded and brightly lit room ignoring women and men who approached him for one business deal or the other.
He needed to find Anne before she’s taken far way, so as soon as he walked into a dimly lit corridor with no one in sight, he whispered a name.
Immediately, a masculine figure slowly materialized out of dark wisps of smoke curling around in the air, seconds later, he fully materialized with a smile on his face.
“Daemon, it must be really important if you summoned me”
Daemon stared at the young fellow dressed in a black silk robe, little droplets of water dripped from the tips of his silver hair.
He noticed the look Daemon was giving him and scoffed.
” We need to track someone.” Daemon cuts off whatever he was going to say next.
He didn’t have time for his explanation.
“You mean I need to track someone.”
Daemon throws a glare at him then speaks again.
He knew whatever he was going to say next will be a huge shock to him.
“It’s the reincarnation of Eliese.”
“What?!!!…. What the hell?. Again?” His eyes went wide and his jaw slacked in pure shock at what he just heard.
How did Daemon even come across her reincarnation?.
He remembered what she had done even if it was many years ago, and now she’s back.
“You are going to find her for me. She was sitted at a corner before I went to handle some business”
“No… I’m not going to —”
“I’m not asking you to, I’m ordering you.”
At Daemon’s words, he lips formed a thin line, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at Daemon, he didn’t think he was going to order him to go fetch that…that traitor.
What did he want with her this time?.
“Fine .. But whatever she does this time will be on you. I just hope you know what you’re doing” Daemon just stared at him without an expression.
It was as if he didn’t hear a single word he just said.
“We are walking back into the event hall, you better have something else on you instead of whatever it is that you’re putting on right now” Daemon’s finger pointed at the robe he wore as he spoke.
The silver haired fellow stared at Daemon in disbelief.
He scrunched his nose then snapped his finger, an ink blue coloured three piece suit appeared on his body instantly.
His silver hair dyed into black too as part of his change.
“Is this appealing to you your highness?” Sarcasm dripped off every word he said as he folded his arms on his chest with the frown on his face turning permanent.
” Come with me.
I don’t have time for your nuisance ” Daemon walked past him, leading the way into the crowed space again.
The young lad behind him rolled his eyes but unfolded his arms and placed them beside him as soon as they took the first step into the hall.
Anne ran bare foot on the tarred road like her life depended on it _because it did_.
Her heart pounded so hard, it drowned out every other sound, and though her chest burned with every breath she took, she didn’t dare stop or look back.
Her once elegant and flawless emerald dinner dress bunched up around her waist, disheveled and wrinkled from her desperate escape beneath the dark sky.
Only street lamps at the side of the road illuminated the way but it wasn’t enough.
The rumble of powerful motorcycle engines closed in on her like hungry predators.
A series of gunshots rang out behind her , each bang made her heart leap into her throat.
Another gunshot rang behind her and a bullet ricocheted just few meters away from her feet with a metallic ping.
Anne’s eyes widened and she pushed herself even further.
“Just when I thought this night won’t get any worse, I’m chased by bikers with guns…. ” She grumbled staring at the endless road before her lined with shadows of cars and lamp posts on each side.
Another gunshot ricocheted on the metallic lamp post she just ran past.
“This is great…. If I don’t die tonight. It will probably be a miracle”.
She turned to stare at the dark alley on her left, running into that alley would be a bad idea because with how fast the bikers were gaining on her, a slight mistake could cost her her life right now.
She missed the days she had weapons strapped to her thigh in case of an emergency.
Right now, all she had was her feet to keep running away even though her strength kept depleting with every step she took.