MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Sacrifice for Damon

“What?” Sloan screamed, expressing the thought of some people present. A lot of them were surprised since Damon had made it clear that Ivy was not the red hair but others were rather beaming in joy and satisfaction at the fact that the assistant would finally be leaving the office. Charles was very happy at the turn of events and was visibly gloating.

Damon on the other hand thought of strangling Bishop with his bare hands almost immediately. The way he had said that he was there for Ivy sounded more like she was some criminal that he could come and pick up simply did not sit well with him.

“On what ground?” His tone turned even deadlier while he fixed a glare at Bishop. The detective only stared at him, unaware of the danger he was facing at the moment simply because he saw Damon as nothing but a criminal who was hiding under the perfect face of being an heir. He was scared of no one and would make sure that those who had killed his brother would pay dearly. He had never been so confident, especially after he came face to face with the red hair, whose name he later found out to be Aziza. He had seen something beyond this world and had thought about how to overcome such a thing, or rather still, such a person. He recalled that she was almost invisible, with the way she ran, she would have killed all the cops if she wanted to. Yet she did not.

That did not change his thoughts about her though, it only made him wary and angry that he was fighting against something a gun could not take down. Fortunately, he had help, at the right moment, he got support and was going to get Aziza somehow. He was certain that the woman who acted timid in front of him was Aziza. He had been certain of it before but Damon made him think otherwise and when he had seen her the previous day. Her eyes had freaked him out, he knew immediately that the both women could not be the same. The power, the aura and the deadly look that followed her just like the trail of blood she left behind could never be missed. It was frightening and chilling to the very bone. Those eyes could make a heartbeat stop and his, had indeed stopped when he met her frightening gaze. The blonde woman who Damon was protecting could not be that lady. They may look alike and might have a strong personality but he did not feel that aura close by to know that she could not be her. But he had to make an arrest, and since he could not get the real Aziza, he could lure her out.

“On the ground that she is pretending to be someone else. Not to add her attack on the cops, yesterday and all the people she killed and burnt,” he went on. Placing charges meant for Aziza on Ivy just to make sure that he had something. He had also come to understand that Damon cared about Ivy more than any of his other staff. Maybe it was the face, but he made sure to take special care of her and his actions right now were only confirming his thoughts. And honestly, this was his own way to hurt him. If he could not have Damon where he wanted him yet, then he could hurt him.

“She wasn’t the one who did all those” he growled at Bishop. Rage, anger and furry roared inside of him while his demons fumed inside and threatened to burst out in a matter of seconds. The urge to defend that woman grew greater and stronger, like a poison roamed his veins, pushing him to the very edge and pushing at his demons to take charge. But they could not, since he was taking the pills that had hindered and dampened the spirit of his demons.

“Of course, you would say that to protect her,” Bishop smirked, enjoying the look on his face better.

“She goes around killing people for you then hides behind your company with her fake identity. Your game is up and we have an arrest for her. If she is truly not the one, we would find out,” he added, as a matter of fact.

“Bishop…” Damon growled, feeling something push at him from within while his hands shook and trembled at the unending rage and panic he was beginning to feel. He could not let Ivy go to jail, not when Aziza was the one who committed those crimes. Damn, he could not allow either of them to go to jail, not under his watch. The air only grew more tense with the way Damon raged over his assistant. With each second that passed, the air grew more suffocating and like the visit of winter, it grew colder and made them shiver.

While everyone had different feelings towards the arising issue right there at the office. The subject of it all had another thought going through her mind. Aziza stared at Bishop looking unfazed by the threat of going to the station even when that was what she was supposed to care most about. Bishop Gray did not only come to her with a warrant of arrest that he could have had a much easier time taking her if he only came to her apartment. He knew her apartment after all since he had been there to arrest her before, but instead, he came over to Damon’s company where he knew that it would not be easy to get to her, why would he do that?

That did not seem to be the only problem her mind was registering. What made her nerves rack was the very fact that Bishop Gray had called out her name.

No one knew the name she bore, they knew her as the red hair and only a handful knew her name. Damon, Russel, Daciana and maybe Damon’s guard that you could say she had been working with. This left a terrible feeling at the pit of her stomach and the thought of the attack from the previous day made her feel more wary. Those attackers had called her by her name as well.

“Could this all be linked?

Bishop ignored Damon’s protest and waved the warrant in the air. He had all right to come for Ivy and no one could stop him, that was why he was there. He was confident that he would take Ivy and that would draw Aziza out. He had made a mistake the last time to come to him unprepared and had failed miserably. Not this time. What he wasn’t expecting was that the moment he took a step closer to Ivy, Damon would block him off with his overbearing aura. He stood tall, high, big and deadly at close range. Bishop unconsciously took a step back from him seeing the dark look in his eyes and the feeling he gave.

“What are you doing?” he growled at him. No one had the right to stop justice from taking place neither did any have the right to obstruct an arrest. He had thought Damon would back off with the show of a warrant but he realised how wrong he was. He cared about none of those and it made him question just how powerful Damon Roxwell really was.

“Don’t you dare go close to her,” the demon responded without flinching and wavering. He was not going to let her go anywhere, not when he could help it.

“You are breaking the law,” Bishop found an opportunity and he could not help but smile. Maybe he could get Damon sooner than he anticipated.

“If you think I care about your foolish law, then I must say that you had simply missed your way back home and truly haven’t done your assignment.” He smirked, showing off a proud and unfazed fellow, then he turned around and started towards the woman who they were all here for.

“She would not be going with you,” his words came more like a declaration and with it, his guards made a barricade, an impregnable wall, blocking the cops from getting to him or the blonde woman he was trying to protect. Without turning back, he took Ivy’s hand and dragged her towards his office where he was sure he could keep an eye on her.

Bishop glared at Damon’s back, anger rising within his chest and hate fueling him into using brute force to get what he wanted. But when he remembered who was backing him, he slowed down and allowed a smirk to caress his lips. On cue, the elevator door beeped almost at the same time Charles ran towards Damon in panic over the news the receptionist had just relayed to him.

With a beep, the elevator came to a halt and opened, revealing just another devil no one would want to come face to face with.

“Damon,” William Roxwell’s voice rose and like a sharp dagger, it hit right at the ears and heart of those concerned. Damon, who was about to step into his office with Ivy closely behind him, stopped at the sound of his grandfather’s voice and turned around. The barricade that was created to ward off the cops parted so the both of them could see each other. A frown fell on his face at the sight of his grandfather who gave off a very cold look.

William Roxwell hated that he had to intervene in matters like this because he always believed Damon to be super smart to know what to do. But of course, the red hair had him wrapped around his fingers and he was no longer thinking anymore. He had to take this step and more steps, if that would keep him safe.

Things are somewhat different now. Damon did not only have to face the danger that came with hate, competition and jealousy in the business world. He was no longer exposed to the darkness of the underworld and crime, he did not have to face the challenges that came with being supernatural neither was Aziza the only thing he should be worried about. She had been protecting him well all this while, but something bigger had raised its ugly head simply because he had decided to poke his nose in places he shouldn’t.

William gritted his teeth when he remembered how Aziza had pushed his grandson into finding out the truth that was supposed to be kept a secret for an entire lifetime. And with the new revelation of what he was, the hunters were out for him and would get him one way or the other. It was only a matter of time but he had responded in the way that he should and Aziza was going to be the sacrifice to keep his grandson safe.

He moved his gaze from his grandson and it fell on the blonde woman who was still staring up at Damon, confused, shocked and sparks electrocuting her heart. His hold on her wrist was firm, like he was scared of letting go, but it was gentle enough to not even leave a mark. Her heart was pounding deep inside her chest and this side of him surprised her to the core and it pulled on the mate bond between the both of them, pulling them together. He took his eyes off her and turned to his grandson.

“Let them take her. Or I would order them to use brute force on her,” his words came harsher, leaving no room for an argument.