MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A wig or not

Damon glared at William Roxwell with conflicting feelings rising from his heart. Anger and confusion but one seemed to be clearer and mightier than the other. His grip on Ivy’s wrist tightened and the overwhelming feeling that clouded his thoughts, his heart and his being, pushing him to protect her no matter what, drove him. It was more like a dark shadow, hovering over him and blinding him that he saw nothing else but Ivy and no one else was permitted to take her.

“No,” his answer came as sharp and harsh as William’s orders. His tone and pitch no different from his and the aura around the both of them almost of equal marching, only one was higher than the other. To others blood was really thicker than water and with the both of them facing each other with such dominating aura, one could easily understand where Damon got his attitude from.

William did not take that answer likely and it was written with the way a scowl appeared on his face and his brows furrowed together. The hall remained so silent and no one dared to make a noise, no one wanted the attention of the both devils that were present.

“I don’t think you have an option,” William replied to his grandson more calmly than the storm and anger that was written on his face.

“Are you sure about that?” Damon allowed a snicker appear on his lips, giving off the devil that was within. A smile like that could only show the darkness in his eyes, coming in like a flash that no one was able to pick up. William frowned at the question. It was thrown in his face like a challenge and he hated challenges. Nonetheless, the man in front of him was his grandson and he should have expected nothing less when Damon had proven to be more powerful than any business man he had ever met in his life. All that wickedness was simply hidden behind his godly and handsome face and personality. He knew him better than anyone and should be wary over such a challenge thrown at his face. But how could he feel threatened over a boy that he had trained up himself. A boy he took in and carried in his embrace. He should be grateful for his life and the length he was going for rather than become an ungrateful scum simply because of a woman.

He said nothing to his challenge and turned to Bishop who stood beside him and waited for William to give him the go ahead. The moment their eyes locked, it passed down the information he needed.

“Now,” he said into his com and that was all it took.

Damon pushed Ivy behind him the moment he heard that order and his guards created yet another barricade against both Williams and Bishop. No one was permitted to come close even if it was William. Damon had enough power to do what he wanted, so much more than a lot of people knew. They were his men and had seen the devil within that hid perfectly well under his godly face than most. He was a man they should fear.

Cops soon enough came through the elevator with their guns pointed to one direction. The staff instantly ran away, hiding themselves behind desks, chairs and doors to keep safe from whatever gun fire might happen any moment soon. Damon looked unfazed and simply glared at William. The sight of those cops and guns pointing at him and his mate made his demons go mad with rage. They were raging inside of him, filling the blood in his veins with lava. The beat of his heart and the oxygen he breathed all roared with steam. They were breaking through the wall that held them down to defend their mate and no one was going to stop them. It was the angriest Damon had ever been, a feeling he clearly did not understand but it was way bigger than anything he had ever felt. There was no time to think of what to do, neither was their time to consider letting Ivy go for just a little while. He tightened his grip around her wrist, making sure it remained firm on her yet he was sure to not snap her wrist or hold her so tight that it would hurt.

Ivy snapped out of her trance when cold crawled up her spine and her demons roared at her at the danger she was facing. The cops had run through the door and Damon had tucked her safely behind himself. Making her heart melt even more for him. However, she had to be focused and keep safe. She looked around and found out that the office had turned into a battlefield. The shareholders were locked away inside the conference room where they believed it to be safe especially when they saw the face off. The other staff ran and hid for their safety for what was to follow. They were all going to be put in danger if gun fire began and it would all be because of her. She didn’t want that, even if she absolutely did not care about them. she just would not want someone to die for no reason. Moreover, Damon did not need to defend her because she could defend herself quite well. The only problem she would have was how she was going to keep Damon safe if she was locked away?

That thought was snapped out of her line of thoughts when Damon’s grip suddenly became stronger and the air thickened with chill and frosty air. Her heart pounded inside her chest with the familiar feeling and she snapped her gaze to Damon. The last time his demons had taken control, she had felt this for her to know that it was going to happen again. Fear crawled up her spine and ultimate power oozed out of him, almost bending her to her knees. But she was powerful and not like most supernatural’s that could be overcome by such. The fear she felt was suddenly overcome by joy when all she wanted would finally come through. He would get his powers back and be the prince he was supposed to be. But once again, the loud thudding heart of fifty men and women and more made her feel wary. If he showed himself, then it would be over for him in the human world. He liked this world and his family and would definitely not want to go out like that. Plus, the people around would be put even in more danger.

She groaned inwardly and mentally face palmed herself when she realised the issue she was having. It was simply the wrong time and she had to think of others rather than herself for what looked like the first time.

Reluctantly, she closed his hand that held her tighter with hers. The touch sent sparks down her skin, igniting her veins with a burning flame that travelled anti clockwise to her heart. Damon whipped his head to her at her touch and like a chilly wind, it quenched the fire that was burning.

“I would go,” her words came, low, soft but determined and straight. With how quiet the entire hall was, no one could have missed her voice and they could not be so grateful at that moment. Damon’s heart vibrated as he tried to suppress a growl from within him, then he glared at her.

“No,” his answer came.

“I will be fine. Why complicate things when we can follow the rule and still get what we want,” she continued and stole a glance at Bishop. It was hard to even lay eyes on him due to the barricade they had formed to block them off.

“Ivy…”

“They are scared.”

“Your grandfather would hate you if you go against him like this. The press would have just yet another thing to drag you for. Don’t risk all that,” she continued to speak. Low, soft, beautifully like the hummingbird, it beckoned on him and everyone who listened. Yet, he would refuse to listen to such nonsense. He was clouded and did not have an idea why he was reacting so madly but he was not willing to stop himself, He simply could not fight with himself.

Ivy noticed the stubborn look in his eyes and the way darkness danced within waiting for a single word to be let loose. It made her wonder what he could do when that happened. But no, she could not be thinking about that now when there were innocent people right there. She sighed, resolving to yet another solution that might help the present dilemma.

“Don’t say such rubbish,” he ignored her and turned back to the enemies in front of him.

“Damon…” she spoke into his head just like Aziza. His demons roared in excitement when they heard her like that and a certain feeling of relief flooded him.

“You have to let her go, or this would go so wrong, it would ruin everything. I will keep her safe,”

“I promise,” she added.

Those words were enough to push his demons back behind the walls they climbed out from. He hated Aziza for a second but he still had that feeling that pulled him. It was way stronger than his hate, his hurt and his annoyance. And even if he knew nothing, he knew Aziza to know she would do whatever she said she would. With that, he loosened his grip on Ivy’s hand and turned to her. The demons within had disappeared and in front of her was simply Damon. He still had questions in his head, questions as to why he had acted that way, so protective towards her. But at that moment, worry and concern was more profound to those questions.

“Don’t upset your grandfather anymore,” she added, feigning a different voice that was filled with fear and timidity now.

Damon sighed, shut his eyes for a brief second and stopped his heart from beating so much with concern and worry over her. it was impossible to do. The mate bond had been activated, no matter what she looked like, it would always be pulled towards her. He would never want something bad to happen to her, even if he had no idea how it works, his heart would definitely not let him. In any case, this was different and he had to think as Damon, the business tycoon and heir.

“I will be right with you,” he pushed his words out like they were poison ready to end him. Ivy smiled reassuringly at him and slowly squeezed her hand away from his. He still held her and was unable to let go. She turned to her phone, seeing no other way than to run back to Russel. She did not trust him anymore and hated him for what he had done to her, but this was Damon’s safety and she had to bet that Damon would be safe with Russel.

“I’m getting arrested, do something to make sure that Damon is safe till I return,” she sent the text, deleted it and turned to the cops. She started towards them but made sure to take a look at Damon first. Helplessness and grief were written all over his eyes, pulling at her heart and evoking pain, just by seeing the pain in his eyes. The barricade parted a way for her and she walked towards Bishop who cuffed her hand with a smile on his face, turned to William and gave him a silent nod before they turned to the elevator with his victim and with a little victory over Damon.

The last floor was in more chaos than the upper floor. Cops and reporters scattered the building and securities were doing the very best to keep them out. They were yelling, shouting and throwing questions but the moment they saw Ivy with cuffs and cops beside her, the questions only tripled. She looked like Aziza, the girl who was wanted. Of course, she had questions. She gritted her teeth when she realised that she would be in paper as Ivy as well and really wished that Damon would gain his abilities soon. She literally just missed an opportunity by stopping him from coming forth and thinking about it made her so angry.

Quietly, the cops led her to a car, she got in and the door was shut, keeping the reporters away from her. She stared out and stared at the reporters that were desperately trying to get news, gossip or a face.

But something happened suddenly. From where she sat, each cop started picking up their walkie talk as it sprang alive and relayed some information. Soon enough, the cops started to panic and all took hold of their weapons while they stared at the car she got into warily and with fear written in their eyes. Aziza did not like that look, she was Ivy at that moment and that look could only be given to Aziza.

Detective Bishop got into the front car with a different cop who was the driver and the car started almost immediately. The smile he had on his face was gone and his ruthless and hateful look returned. The look he gave Damon and maybe Aziza. Her heart dropped and she tensed up at the sudden change of environment and behaviour.

In great speed, the cops sped out of the building and into the street like they were running or chasing a criminal. She could perceive their fear, the loud thuds of their heart, their heavy gulp of saliva. They were scared and she could not understand why.

“Detective Bishop,” the walkie talkie of the detective, sprang alive.

“Loud and clear, sir,” he responded. His voice was slightly higher than usual and his tone was cold and strict.

“Do you have her in your possession?” Bishop turned his gaze to the back of the seat to check on the woman he had picked up then he turned back to the direction he was facing.

“Affirmative sir,” he responded. No one said a thing for a while and they both remained quiet waiting for the very question that everyone wanted an answer.

“That can not truly be a wig, right?” his superior asked, feeling slightly wary and agitated to have the red hair in the same space as the cell that was located right at the station. They had simply gone to get the look alike to draw her out, not the real person.