MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Something bigger than you

The moment Damon’s car rode up in front of Ochsner medical centre, Aziza popped up, carrying with her the gust of wind. He stepped out of the car and his gaze fell on the red hair, and he could not help but feel that he was looking back at Ivy. It was even more confusing to see her that way. It was still very hard believing that they were both different people but he believed Aziza’s words. She had no reason to hide from him, or lie to him that way. So, he pushed the thought away from his mind and stared at her. Just as he had always known, she was putting on a black get up and her red hair seemed to be growing longer. It was fascinating to see a hair as red as that, and it popped against her fair skin. Her long legs, slender shape and small hips made her look exquisite. But that face, it was beyond beautiful, it caught at his heart. Right at the stairs, with her hand crossed over each other, she looked like a badass b***h that he would want to get laid with.

He frowned at that thought and shook his head, then he started towards her.

“You came pretty late,” he grumbled as he tried to suppress the thought of getting laid. She scoffed and turned to the hospital.

“I had things to take care of,” she responded and thought of how long she had to keep switching from Ivy to Aziza and Aziza to Ivy. It was getting exhausting and it was taking more of her time. She can just tell him the truth right away, but when she thought of Bishop Gray, and how she could not stand beside him twenty-four seven since the cops would always come for her, she changed her mind. Ivy was her public image, Aziza was her secret identity. He fell in step beside her and she turned to him. The side view of his face was mesmerising and she could not help but to think of the time he had stood up for her. It was stupid and selfish, but she still wanted that feeling.

“What are you staring at?” Damon turned to Aziza with a grin on his face. He had felt her stares and he could not help but wonder what she was thinking. She turned her gaze away with a frown on her face for being caught and his grin widened. That frown on her face seems to be making him exceptionally happy, seeing her alone was making him feel such ease, he could not remain Damon, the boss and cold CEO the others knew even if he wanted.

“Nothing,” she mumbled. He raised his brow and thought back on that look she had just given him. A lot of women always looked at him that way, they all had that one look and he knew what it was.

“Are you crushing on me?” he could not help but ask. She turned to him and flashed him a glare for being so open minded. Yet she could not deny that her heart didn’t skip a bit at the sight of the grin on his face that was showing how angelic he looked and she was more than a crush. What she felt was so much more, what they were was so much more, it was beyond the mate bond. Before the virus within her would got worse, she took her eyes away from him and walked through the entrance.

“Are you ready?” she asked, knowing exactly why he had come to the hospital. The look he had on his face disappeared into a frown and the unsettling feeling that came with finding out the truth made his heart tighten inside his chest. The people around the hospital immediately froze when they saw a lot of guards and also Damon and his personal bodyguard. No one moved, neither did any say a thing, and he did not bother asking anyone a thing. He knew the way to Doctor Morris’s offices and that was where he headed. With each move he made, his heart skipped and the unsettling feeling within only grew worse and worse with each step he took to that office. He had no idea what the outcome would be, but something within him wanted Aziza’s words to be a lie.

She turned to him and found the grave look on his face as he walked steadily towards the office. No one could see or feel his countenance change but she could feel that deadly aura around him. The unsettling feeling and the way his heart pounded inside his chest made her understand that he was not himself. She was going to ignore him, there was no need to talk about such things, it was a truth he had to find out and he had to handle it however he wanted. But when they entered the elevator alone, while the guards took a different elevator with trust that she was with him, the silence made her feel terrible. He was always so cheerful with her, so happy but now, it felt strangely cold around him and his uneasiness was breaking her heart, that she could not hold back.

“Hey…” she spoke softly, for the first time in many conversations they had and he turned to her. Her voice captivated him and pushed his uneasiness aside.

“Are you okay?” she asked and he forced a smile. He relaxed his head against the elevator and took a deep breath.

“I don’t want what you told me to be the truth,” he opened up honestly to her. His confession only made her heart ache even more because she knew that he was bound to be hurt with the truth and she could not stop it.

“We can leave. You don’t have to do this, you know.” she entered and regretted it the minute she said it. He had to find out the truth so she could move faster and he would recover soon, it would only be after his recovery that they could make plans to go back and take back the throne. Whatever he was feeling shouldn’t concern her, yet it did. He turned to her, her concern making him feel better and he smiled.

“No, I have to find out what they are hiding from me,” he responded and she sighed. Her feelings are a little bit mixed. She was happy that he did not change his mind and sad that he was going to feel hurt very soon.

“Are you worried about me?” he suddenly asked and she turned to him. His grin and mischievousness were back and his eyes were sparkling with joy.

“No,” she frowned instantly. He shook his head and stared at her beautiful face. She had the deepest frown ever, yet she was an exceptional beauty. Her almond dark eyes were sharp and sexy, the way it looked can easily make a man think of all sorts of naughty things. Her nose was straight and edgy, it defined her face and gave her the look of a model and her lips were full, rosy, wet and the exact shape of a heart, it was attractive and enticing and the thought of kissing her surfaced in his mind as he wondered what she would taste like.

“What is it?” Aziza snapped, feeling his eyes on her like they were about to dig a hole in her body. He snapped out of his thought and looked away, then he gulped hard and pushed back the sudden want that grew inside of him. The elevator beeped and he did not need to answer the question that was being thrown at him anymore. He said nothing and walked out and berated himself for thinking about her that way. She followed behind him as well and together they turned to Doctor Morris’s office.

He was the top surgeon and doctor in the hospital and thus took care of very special people more than necessary. Like the wealthy and political ones that could be said to be VIPs. Damon was one of them and since he had major shares in the hospital, he had access to him whenever he wanted. He walked through the VIP ward and towards Morris’s office and once again, his uneasiness returned. Aziza sensed it again but she did not know how to comfort him or what to say to him. How could she say anything when she knew what he was going in there to find out for himself?

When they arrived in front of his office, they stopped and Damon turned to Aziza. His eyes were wary, his hands were becoming sweaty and his heart was racing in his chest. He was terrified of the truth, he was terrified that she was right and it was harder to accept that he was scared than being scared.

“I will stay by the door,” she entered and he gave her a nod. With that he walked into the office and she stood beside the door, to stand guard and to give the both of them time to talk.

“I will handle it Mr. Roxwell,” Doctor Morris was on a call with his back to Damon when he entered inside. The anxiety he was feeling suddenly disappeared when he heard the call that was taking place.

“It’s going to be fine. It’s been perfect for years, it won’t change now,” he added and turned around on his chair for the first time since he began the call. When his gaze fell on Damon, his froze and his mouth fell. He had not expected to see Damon so soon, he thought a nurse had walked in. Meeting the heir himself suddenly made him feel trapped especially since he knew that he had heard most of his conversation. Damon glared at him, angry at the conversation he only just had. He could sense that things were not right and they were planning to keep it that way, keep him in the dark.

“Tell him that I’m here already and I won’t leave till I find out the truth,” he growled at the man knowing that his phone was still connected and whichever Roxwell he must have been talking to could hear him loud and clear. Doctor Morris gulped and ended the call, then he nervously placed his phone on the table and forced a smile.

“Please…. please…” he gulped again and wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead. The room suddenly felt cold, but Damon’s gaze on him was burning hot.

“Have your sit, I have been expecting you,” he tried to muster up some courage. Damon was not a man he could mess with, he knew that, but Mr. William Roxwell was his grandfather and was also not a man to be messed with.

“You know why I’m here, I will beseech you to start talking,” he responded impatiently. He knew that they were all working together and didn’t see a need to be nice to those who lied to him. So, he placed his hand in his pockets and kept his frosty gaze on him.

“Well,” doctor Morris licked his lips, finding that he had suddenly gone dry and thirsty. He had expected Damon, but he was not prepared as he thought that he was. He was not prepared to be faced with such an intent killing gaze.

“Your parents have the right to worry about you,” he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

“Those drugs would help you, Damon. Your brain can’t take so much and that’s why you have the drugs, that’s why you come in for checkup and medication all the time. You collapsed because you stopped taking it, next time your brain might shut down completely,” he began telling the lies and tales that he and the Roxwell’s had cultivated years ago. The lies that they must keep telling. Damon frowned at what he was saying, it was the same story they had been telling him since he could remember. Once before, he could have believed him, he would have accepted what he said but the attitude of his parent’s and grandfather and the fact that he had not died yet from not taking the drugs were proof that he was lying and he did not have such patience for strangers.

“Doctor Morris,” he called out, his voice sounding as frosty and wicked as his gaze.

“Yes…” his throat went dry again and cold ran down his spine. He gulped loud again, finding it hard to keep himself composed when he could see an angry lion before him.

“Mr. Damon, I would ask that you do…not listen to the lies of…”

“You are scared of my grandfather,” he interrupted.

“But he is far away, and I believe that his men might be too. If there would be a punishment from him, it would come a few minutes, or hours late. But I’m here, I won’t hesitate to give you a punishment that befits a liar, and also….”

“Your child, she is just 13, right?” he smiled wickedly. Morris felt his heart stop at the mention of his child, his family and he lost all his senses. He got up from where he was sitting almost instantly and clapped his hand together, then he bowed his head.

“Please…please…don’t do this to me,” he started pleading.

“I won’t do anything if you tell me the truth,”

“I can’t, please. This is about my life, my family, please I’m begging of you Mr. Roxwell,” he pushed himself from behind his desk and ran to Damon, then he went down on his knees.

“I’m going to go to a different hospital to confirm all the lies you have been telling me since I was very young. I will find out the truth sooner or later and you would not like what I would, why waste my time and yours?” Damon looked down on him, remorse, guilt and pity evading his heart and leaving nothing but a cold empty feeling as he stared down at the man before him.

“They will come for me,” Morris cried and held on to the legs of Damon.

“My grandfather won’t do a thing to you if I tell him not to,” he went on to say. He was being irked already and for a man like him who spoke less except he was with his mother, or Aziza, he was getting really irritated with all the talking he had to do.

“No, no…” he raised his eyes and held Damon’s legs tighter. The fear in his heart grew that his eyes became wide, panicky and anxious. At such a split second, he suddenly looked crazy as his pupils moved within his eyes, like he was searching for something, something that would crawl out of darkness and snatch him away.

“Not your grandfather, not your grandfather.”

“They are bigger than him, bigger than you and they are out there watching and waiting for me to make a mistake. You are their subject, their tool, a unique specimen and top priority. You can’t know the truth, they would kill me if they find out I told you the truth.”