MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A world against Aziza

Ivy hopped out of the detention room with a silly smile on her face and started towards Damon whose face had been in a frown ever since he met Bishop at his office but at the sight of Ivy, a smile made his lips curve. She stopped in front of him and smiled up at him, clearly happy that he came over to help her. She would have done a lot of things to get out of such a sticky situation and there he was, getting her out after doing all he could in his own way.

“Are you okay?” His deep, calm and collected voice pierced through her ears.

“Yes,” she gave him a nod, and looked around. The cops that had been glaring at her, holding her captive with weapons in their hands and only kept her detained so they could question her or remove her wig from her head all had to look away when she turned to them. Their hostility towards her had died down increasingly and it only made her lips twitch. She turned back to the man in front of her and wondered what he had to do to get things done so easily.

“Let’s go,” Damon placed a hand on her hair and patted it. His actions earned him a frown because she stopped smiling and glared at him. It was an established fact that she did not like her hair being patted that way. It made her feel like a pet, a child and she hated her childhood but he had come to like that displeased look on her face. That even as she glared at him, somewhat pissed, he could not help but smile.

Without waiting much for the cops to change their mind, he stopped playing with her hair, took her hand and turned to the direction he came from. They had done a lot of things to get her out and he had spoken to a lot of men in power to make this work. It might not last since they were always looking for something against him and Aziza. Unfortunately, Ivy was always paying for it.

His touch made her skin spark with warmth and tingling sensation, it was almost like Nikko’s touch. Only, this was electrifying and if Damon noticed a thing, he didn’t show. He just wanted to take her away from there. She walked past the cops, Bishop and a lot others that were displeased by the turn of events. But right before she left the station entirely, she had turned back in search of something, or rather someone. Nikko had gone missing right after she stepped out of the detention room. She could no longer smell him around and it had automatically made her feel uncomfortable. She did not stop looking behind her just in case she could see him before she left. It was annoying and strange, but she complied with it till Damon took note of her restlessness.

“Who are you looking for?” his question came, snapping her thoughts away from the strange man. She turned to him, shook her head and immediately pushed away the thought of Nikko from her head. Then she mentally slapped herself for even thinking of him in the beginning.

Cars were all over the entrance of the New Orleans police department and so were guards. All which belonged to Damon. Reporters had caught a whiff of what was happening and had as well gathered at the entrance of the station but the cops and Damon’s guards alike kept them away just fine. They could only take pictures and scream questions when they saw him and the Ivy but aside that, nothing much was done. Damon did not leave Ivy’s hand till she was safe within his car and he shut the door. Emptiness and loneliness washed all over him the moment he let go of her hand making his demons growl while he became uncomfortable. He knew he was acting strange, he knew he was acting different and was also feeling off from the Damon everyone knew. He wanted answers to what his feelings were but somehow knew why or maybe he didn’t. Yet, he was not willing to stop himself, not when it made him feel whole, feel complete.

He got to the other end of the car, shut the door and the car immediately started towards the gate. It was a different car from what he had made use of that morning. There was no way he could move around with a shattered window. It was difficult to see what was going on through the tinted glass of the car and the people who were looking for some kinds of information were becoming slightly frustrated.

While Ivy felt the complete opposite inside the car. Damon had immediately placed his head on her legs the moment the car started moving, shocking the woman who was right beside him. He was shameless, so shameless, it was dreadful. She touched his hair only once and he was making her do it again like it was a new hobby.

“I keep getting the headaches,” he mumbled when she did not make a move to touch his head. He had been having the headache immediately after his father’s visit and it was pushing against his mind more than before. It hurt so bad, it was like there was something inside trying to tear his head apart. The pills seem to be doing absolutely nothing but he could remember what her touch had been like earlier. He wanted her to ease him of the pain he was feeling, and at the same time, he wanted that touch, that spark, the warmth and the tingling that came with her touch.

His words made Ivy’s heart fall and she thought of the pills in his possession. She hated that he was taking it even after he knew that he was not human and wanted to talk about it so badly, but she remembered that she was Ivy and Aziza had to do that task. For the meantime, she gently placed her hand on his silver hair. The moment her hand touched his hair, he relaxed into her thighs and snuggled closer to her. Suddenly realising that he had missed this touch.

She massaged his scalp and played with his hair as much as she could, forgetting herself like she had done before and only getting interrupted when the car came to a halt in the familiar garage that they had arrived at that morning. Damon was fast asleep in her thighs again and she had thought about letting him sleep more when his phone rang and he jumped up from his sleep. She glared at the phone and the caller and immediately thought of strangling that secretary for what he had done.

Damon groaned when he picked up the call without staring at the caller and heard Charles’ voice from the other end of it. Things were going wrong and Charles was worried about it as it was his job to worry. Damon cared less for those things because they didn’t matter and they certainly would not bring him down. But he had ignored them earlier because he was worried for Ivy especially when he was aware that lots of bad things would go down since Aziza was the wanted one. Now that he had her back, safe within his reach, he could do other things.

He ended the call abruptly, tired of listening to Charles’ nonsense and relaxed his back into the chair. The headache was gone again and the lingering feeling of her touch made him smile and he turned to her. She was staring at him with blue eyes that caught at his heart and her hair was still intact and as shiny as the sun. He wanted to pat her hair or shuffle it but he remembered that annoyed look that she always had when he did that. She always looked cute when she looked that way, and it made his lips curve into a smile. Nonetheless, he decided to not annoy her so much in a day since she had made him feel so peaceful earlier. Just like Aziza.

A frown appeared on his face at the thought of the red hair. No matter how much he wanted to, her words and the way she had pushed him off had hurt so deeply, more than he would ever want to admit. And it left a huge hole in his heart, it made him feel sick and angry all over again.

“What is it?” Ivy frowned when she saw the frown on his face. She was displeased to see his displeasure and would prefer an annoying grin from him. However, she had a feeling of what his thoughts could have lingered to. She noticed his eyes grow a few shades darker and the air around them grew stiff. It was not a good feeling coming from a demon prince and she, Aziza always had a way to bring that part of him out.

“Nothing,” he grimaced at the sweet sound of her voice. It sounded so much like the woman who brought him this much pain, the only difference was that she sounded tender and caring unlike that cold demon. His lips twitched slightly and his heart fell. He missed her.

“Are you sure?” Ivy pressured, feeling slightly worried by the look on his face. He lifted his gaze to meet hers and thought that he was being slapped in his face by the universe.

He refused to have a mate, he refused to follow the rules of a goddess he did not know to love a woman chosen by them without his consent. He even refused to be like Aziza. But the moment he had found that it was in fact the woman who had been saving his life since he could remember, he had been ecstatic and overjoyed. The thought of hating the idea, mate, was far from his mind and he had simply taken it whole without understanding, without a protest. But she had done what in the end? Rejected that feeling for him and asked him to remain far from her. It was even more annoying that the mate bond he hated, the mate idea he disliked had ended up hurting him so much like she was the woman he had loved for eternity. Like that was not enough, he had also thought it best to do what Aziza wanted. Staying away from her would be the best, just as she wanted but here, he was, faced with a look alike he wanted to protect himself. What a laugh? The gods must be mocking him.

“You should stay close to me from now on,” he pushed the thought away and focused on the lady with him. She looked frail, calm, sweet, caring and with how they first met, he was sure that she was clumsy too. The complete opposite of that tyrant and would need his protection. Yet, that was not the entire reason he was pulling her close to him. He was being pulled to her instead, a pull that he could neither fight.

“I can do well myself,” she pouted, hating the idea of being protected by him. She might be acting like Ivy but she was not weak and would never want to seem weak.

“Yes,” he smiled and looked away.

“You can but you will do better with me,” he opened the door and stepped out of the car. Ivy stepped out as well and together they started towards the entrance.

“You have the face of a very blood thirsty person and have incurred the wrath of a few people aside from the cops. Including my grandfather and a few others. I’m not taking a chance with you, so stay beside me always,” he instructed, leaving no room for argument while he walked right into the office making everything halt before him. Unlike earlier, he had put on his CEO look and was looking very cold and blood thirsty himself.

Ivy stopped, not realising it herself and stared at the back of the man who had given an instruction that sounded more like endearment and love words in her ears. Stay by my side always, he had said and that she would do, she had been doing that the moment she knew of his very existence and it would end the moment he gained his throne. Sadness overwhelmed her at such a thought and like an arrow, it pieced into her chest, hard.

“Ivy…” Damon growled when he noticed that she was not beside him and stopped in his tracks. She snapped out of her thought and ran towards him, almost missing a step with the heel she wore but good reflexes saved her. When she was beside him, they had both walked into the conference room where yelling and shouting was going on. The silence that fell immediately Damon and Ivy got in was deadly and frightening. His very presence spoke of annoyance, pride and power and all they had said against him suddenly became air.

“You wanted a meeting,” Damon’s cold voice entered immediately since he did not want to waste so much time in talking to them. He did not even bother to take a seat and stood with his hand in his pockets while his cold and wicked gaze swept over the men who were already plotting to take over his role as the president just over a day. No one gave him a reply and instead, they had thought of disappearing into their seat, shrinking themselves so much, they did not want to be noticed by him. Not when the air around them spoke of death and the cold wind caressing them only spoke of one man.

“If you don’t have a thing to say, I'll take my leave,” he turned to the door. His attitude made Ivy’s lips twitch with bewilderment and pride. This fellow could make a good king indeed. Yet, it was just very confusing to see him switch from a whiny baby who wanted a head massage to an overbearing CEO.

“We want you to step down from your position,” one of the men seated pushed out of his throat before Damon could take a step out. He halted, shut the door and turned to the shareholders again. They were all seated and had their gaze lowered, so it was hard to ascertain who had spoken up. But it had made him smile and left an amused look in his eyes. They were really asking for it. No one could overthrow him, not when he had 31% of the shares of the company, while his father, mother and grandfather shared 30% and was graceful enough to let go of a few. The 39% left was bought among the other men, most of whom were businessmen who were sitting before him.

“Stocks decreased in a day and you think it’s wise I step down from my seat?” he asked, half amused while he searched for who had spoken up.

“No…” the man continued. This time, he caught who had spoken and it was no other than the son of a business tycoon who only handed his position over. Brook Cullen was his first son and had proven to be an asset, so of course he got the company and most of his father’s businesses along with it. And his shares here were among the things he got.

He was no older than Damon and was very sure that they were both the same age. He hated the idea of being ruled especially by someone he believed he was better than. Having the highest percentage of eight amongst the shareholders gave him lots of ideas and this was it.

“Then what is it?” Damon’s voice grew colder and less patient, it made the room feel cold and made it hard to breathe. Ivy suddenly thought of how lucky she was to see a whiny child instead of an overbearing boss, she would have killed him herself.

“Your image can no longer represent us,” Brook continued, finding his ground.

“My image?”

“You have something with you,” he stuttered trying so hard to not sound scared or intimidated but the fact that he could not meet Damon’s gaze proved nothing but a failed attempt.

“She goes around killing people. Whatever that thing is, you carry it around…”

“She is wanted, she is deadly and cannot be seen with the face of the man we work with. It’s speaking ill of all of us and we can not associate or follow blindly behind a man whose name is associated with so much blood and rules that had been broken. It’s really just a matter of time before it all crashes down in your face and Interpol comes looking to take you down. we can’t go down with you and would not let you take all of us down with you,” Brook became more confident and spoke loudly as he went on. The others said nothing neither did they show any sign of an agreement with him. They had talked about this before Damon walked in and wanted to make sure that he did what was required but now that he was in front of them, they had quickly recalled his ruthlessness and were scared to make a move.

Damon gnashed his teeth and glared at the man that had been speaking. Silence followed at the end of his long speech and everyone waited for an outcome, a very deadly one while they hoped to get something different. What were they thinking when they thought of dethroning the lion and tyrant of the business world? The silence stretched for a long time and Damon said nothing. It made the others wonder if he was contemplating on the idea. Even Ivy had turned to him and wondered what he was thinking, that when he finally spoke, she was taken off guard and immediately panicked when dark power washed all over her skin.

“Who did you call a thing?” His voice came harsher and boomed darkly, it sent shivers down their spine and made them all want to crawl into their seats till they would disappear. Of all the rubbish Brook said, that was the only thing he caught. A word against Aziza simply brought back his demons.

“The…the woman who…” Brook tried to speak and lifted his gaze to meet Damon. A wrong move, because the eyes of the demon king were in view. Eyes as dark as the night, the abyss and a black pit stared back at him making him scream in panic.