MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Ultimatum

Aziza could not help the sly grin that appeared on her lips at the sound of that voice. He might not be the demon he ought to be yet, he might not be the prince that he should be yet but he was Damon, Damon Roxwell and had some sort of the power in the human world on its own. He carried himself magnificently with that and she could not help but wonder how he would carry himself when he was finally what he was supposed to be. But that was enough, at that particular moment.

Bishop’s look turned sour and his face went pale. The veins in his body could only pop out more from his neck. He looked almost like a ghost with his veins coming out like greenish lines from his neck. He clenched his jaw that his teeth would have bled, then he slowly turned around and stared at the tinted glass. He could see nothing from there, but he knew that voice and was sure that it was the man he despised the most that was right at the other part of the glass.

“Mr. Roxwell is here sir,” someone spoke into his walkie talkie just to give him a head’s up and confirm his thought. He balled his hand into a fist and thought of how he could be in there with them when he was simply not authorised. But he was angrier at the thought that he might free the woman who had been successfully placed in his custody. It had taken a lot of time to finally get her at the exact place he wanted her and would not want her to slip away from his hand all because Damon had some sort of power.

“It would be nice if you come out here, Bishop.” Damon growled when he made no move at all. He simply wanted to speak to the man up front, to look directly into his eyes and give his peace or rather, give out a war negotiation. It would only be a warning, for the detective was simply new to the city and needed some grace.

Bishop, seeing that he had no other option, stiffly turned to the entrance of the room and walked out while shutting the door tightly behind him, because he was scared that she was going to escape. Aziza on the other hand, relaxed into her chair and waited patiently for the drama to unfold with a victorious feeling dancing strangely in her heart. Other times, she had always been the one to always go for the rescue, to always keep him out of harm's way and out of danger. But on that day, the tables had turned and she was the one that needed rescuing. She had thought that the feeling would be terrible, the idea of being a damsel in distress had never come to her but finding herself in that position felt different. It didn’t only feel relaxing to be the one who needed to sit and wait to be rescued but the fact that Damon had done the rescuing for a change felt rather pleasant.

Her thoughts travelled back to the previous day at the office, the day he had made a promise to a stranger for no reason, the promises he had made previously. She pushed that thought away at an instance and instead paid attention to Damon’s conversation with Bishop.

Coming out of the investigating room, Bishop had not only found his men all at attention, but he saw fear and wariness in their eyes. They all stood still and frozen to a spot like a god had just walked in. Had he truly underestimated Damon’s power and status in the city? Had he not paid attention enough or had he taken his power and authority so likely till he had seen how even officers and chiefs in office would suddenly go pale at his sudden presence? He frowned at himself and the people who had called themselves the officers of the law. They didn’t deserve to hold such a badge if they could easily be scared of him and he certainly had not done enough homework before he returned to the state. He had only heard of his brother’s death and the man who had ruthlessly ordered it. He had returned immediately after and had taken a little solace in knowing that justice would be served for his brother just as the many others that he had killed but that hope shattered when the red hair had given a statement and proof that was contrary to what they thought. She had not only proven that she killed his brother and the rest of them but she had set Damon free. Justice as he thought would be served was no longer served and while his brother remained dead, Damon and his assassin roam the city freely like they had not killed innocent people.

Bishop glared at them and how stupid he thought they were at that moment and forcefully pulled his gaze away from them. He straightened up and looked ahead to find his nemesis a few distance away from him. His hair, as strange as it was, glowed silver and fell slightly on his face and his suit, a maroon-colored suit with a black turtleneck inside, simply matched his skin and hair, giving the charm and beauty of a god. But his eyes were different from the look he had. Where he had the look of a very handsome man with amazing charm, his eyes were dark, hard and they stared right at him and through his very soul with nothing but the intent to kill. He shuddered when he got closer to the man and stood in front of him. He had a very strong and powerful scent, it was both mesmerising and had the hint of being a mafia boss, but something else clogged the air around him. Raw power that made goosebump fill his skin, he could smell it and almost taste it within his tongue. He was not sure if it was simply his hard gaze on him that made him feel all that or if it was simply because he had never been up close to the man before. With his hands in his pocket, he had the calm and deadliness of the higher ups. Soon, he understood why everybody had frozen in the spot that they had been. But his anger, his need for revenge and his rage refused to let him feel scared or acknowledge Damon’s power.

He stopped in front of him like he was just like every other man and stared at him straight in his eyes.

“You seem to be from the outskirts of town,” Damon started.

“Probably the woods. That’s why I would ignore and overlook this ignorant and naïve attitude of yours one more time,” he added calmly yet his voice held coldness and rage within. It was surprising how he could sound so calm with so much anger built within. But Damon had been trained by two very strong personalities to know how to keep his emotions in check and he knew how to do it pretty well. Bishop smirked at his open and straight insult, who would think that he found it as a joke but his eyes said otherwise. All he wanted to do was to pull a trigger and end his pathetic life already but he was a just man and would rather go by the law. Moreover, ending his life was by far an easy punishment for a beast such as Damon.

“You do not have the right to come into my station and stop an interrogation,” he responded. His voice was far different from Damon’s. His anger could be felt and heard from the way it broke and got higher at each word he spoke.

“Ask around, Mr. Gray. I own this city,” Damon smirked.

“And probably you too,” he added.

“Do not wait for your superiors to call you,” he pulled one of his hands away from his trouser and stared at his watch.

“I have a lot of things to do, so let Ivy out of there,”

“Now,” he bit out harshly.

“As I said, Mr. Roxwell, you do not have a right to give out….” Before Bishop could finish that statement, his phone rang and he turned to it. Picking it up, he stared at it warily and ended the call seeing that it was an unsaved number.

“You can’t give out orders in here. This is not Roxwell’s enterprise nor is it the four walls of your mansion. This is the station, my office and….” His phone rang again and interrupted him. He groaned inwardly and thought of smashing the phone right away but didn’t. He checked the caller and found that it was the same number. He did not have the time to be looking at strange numbers at that point so he decided to end the call and place his phone on silence to avoid being disturbed but Damon interrupted him immediately.

“I would suggest you pick up that call. I won’t want you losing your job just yet. You might result in crime and become even worse than your brother.” He said, remembering all the details and information that Charles had sent him concerning his late brother on his way to the station. Bishop clenched his teeth in annoyance and glared at him, once again the thought of killing Damon came to his mind but his phone was still ringing loudly and he thought of heeding to his advice.

The moment he picked the call, he placed it in his ears with his eyes still glaring hard at Damon.

“Are you mad?” a very superior and angry voice resounded through the other end of the line.

“Excuse me,” he frowned.

“Get that girl released immediately. Do not let superiors hear about this stupid action of yours. Don’t you know who Damon is? What evidence do you have against him or against that girl you took in your custody?”

“Sir….” He finally understood who was speaking to see that it was the chief of his department.

“Don’t sir me, you dimwit.” He snapped. His anger knowing absolutely no limit ever since his superior called him and humiliated him over the stupid action of the men under him. just a call from Damon and they were all out for his life simply because Bishop was ignorant.

“Get her out and stay away from Damon from now on,” he simply ordered and disconnected the call.

His face went red and his jawline hardened at the order he had been given. He wrapped his hand tightly around his phone and glared even harder at Damon. But the order had been given and he knew perfectly well that he had absolutely nothing more to do or at that moment rather than give in and release the murderer of his brother but it was only for the mean time. He was not going to allow a killing machine roam the street and he certainly was not going to let Damon go free. He promised him, he was going to cut off his wings, and stripped him of the powers that made him king of the city. After a long time of simply glaring at each other, he finally said the words.

“Get her out,” he ordered anyone who was willing to carry out his order and of course, the cop who had been taking care of Ivy did. He walked over to the door, opened the door and went in. Then he gently helped her undo her cuffs and directed her outside. She walked towards Damon and Bishop as they both glared at each other like it was a show of power and resisted the urge to smirk. Bishop looked pathetic in her eyes, and no matter what, Damon stood taller, stronger and powerful. She stopped right beside the both of them as they engaged in their staring contest and smiled. His scent was like power itself, she could almost taste it. When Damon felt her close by, he pulled his gaze away from Bishop and turned to the lady who had been treated unjustly because of him and Aziza. She quickly lowered her gaze to remain in the role of being Ivy yet she looked as charming and calm as ever. The glimpse he caught of her eyes showed that they were vibrant and though she had her head hung low, she didn’t look frail when he had expected her to or tired neither did she look victimised. His heart soared at the familiarity between her and his red hair that he had almost forgotten that they were different. She had looked just as she had looked last night, only less bloody, with blonde hair and blue eyes and colourful clothes other than black leather pants, jacket and boots.

The urge to protect her increased immensely and for once, he wanted to be the one to save her. He had the urge to look after her. But Ivy’s gaze remained lowered even as he stared at her and he frowned. Aziza would never hang her head that low, not even when she was before him. Something snapped in his head instantly and he frowned at the reminder. The reminder that they were different. He only just had to see that hair and eyes and a little difference between light and darkness to remind himself that she was not Aziza. His red hair would take care of herself at any time and anywhere, but she needed someone. Someone like him since he had a little hand at what was happening to her.

“You are never to get to her without getting to me,” He turned to Bishop.

“Your brother had died because he was simply evil but you might die because you dared me,” he added and turned around as he started walking while Ivy followed behind him. She rolled her eyes at him, seeing that he had a way with words but beamed within herself as a giggling feeling filled her inside with excitement and warmth. Being taken care of was not a bad idea.

“Is that a threat Mr. Damon,” Bishop asked, seeing something to hold on to.

“No, it’s simply an ultimatum,”