MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

The voice in the court room

Damon took a deep breath when he realized that it was time to get down from the car. His guards had taken their positions and his lawyer was ready as well. He pushed the door to his car open and even before he stepped down, reporters were fighting their way to him.

He came down from the car with his head raised high and a proud look on his face. His intimidating presence never leaves him as well. He had no right to feel remorse, nor guilt when he did nothing wrong. Again, that’s only in this situation for he was not a saint. His innocence in this simply had to be proven in court.

Just as always, his presence was filled with some kind of power and the aura of authority that always followed him wherever and whenever he stepped his feet. His tall and brooding stature was very intimidating for he was a very hot and sexy man with broad shoulders and toned muscles. Then his hair, a very rare type of hair. No one knew if he had his hair dyed or if it was a natural hair color but they all loved the silver hair that was brushed upward and a few falling on his face. Reporters marveled at the sight of him, and though his face was in a deep frown, his long and pointed nose and his weirdly thin lips that were as pink as that of a lady made them drool. But when he came closer, they moved back a bit.

Adjusting his suit, his eyes fixed on nothing except the courthouse while guards tried their best to keep stubborn reporters away. He was sexy and beautifully created even for a guilty criminal. No matter what they thought they knew about the famous tycoon and his ruthlessness and coldness, he was simply magnificent.

Damon was said to have a lot of power that might have scared people away from him. But none had felt it so up close till he came closer to them. And this time, he had more to it, his eyes, his beautiful pure brown eyes that made anyone who came across him want to stare into his eyes had gone dark with rage. It could be felt from a distance and as he walked the steps to the courthouse, his aura spoke volumes. Death, fear, something dark.

“Did you really kill all of them so you could stay ahead of your game?”

“How did you do it? they were nineteen of them”

“What happens to being heir once you’re sentenced to life imprisonment or death?”

“The families you have hurt, will there be a condolences message or apologies from you?” The reporters threw lots of questions and he ignored them all. With gentle steps, he took them all the way to the top of the step and the reporters followed him like he was their queen. They continued asking him questions, the same questions they had been asking him when he had been accused of killing those men. He had given them an answer to those questions before and didn’t see a need to repeat himself when his case would simply be decided in the court.

“You bastard, you are an animal,”

“You killed my father…” a female voice yelled out against all the noises he heard around him and Damon stopped in his tracks. He knew those words were directed at him, and the bitterness and pain in it pierced his heart that he could no longer move. He turned around, his eyes searched the crowd but for a long time, he could only see reporters trying to devour him and some women and men who were violently trying to get to him. His heart stopped when he realized that he was indeed a criminal, that’s what everyone could see already. A monster, a criminal without any conscience. Exactly what his plotters had wanted. But they had no idea of what was coming their way, because each time he remembered that it was all a plot against him, he added a punishment to what he would do to whoever had a hand in his fall.

“You animal, I wish you wrath in jail, I hope you die in the most miserable way,” the voice came harshly again. He looked to the direction of the voice, and finally he found who owned the voice. It was a girl, a young girl who was hardly above 20. She had black curly hair and eyes that had gone red with tears. She looked disheveled and had guards who were trying to hold her in place. Looking at her, he didn’t need a seer to tell him that she was the daughter of one of the victims. He looked away immediately without any form of sympathy and continued walking. If she was in pain, he was in pain too for being in the middle of it all.

The courtroom was surprisingly filled with so many people and reporters included. The jury were all lined up in a roll and were seated. With his attorney, he walked over to the front seat where he was to sit down as well and soon enough the trial started with everyone having their seats and going quiet.

“Mr. Damon,” one of the juries started.

“You have been accused of first-degree murder on class one felony. What do you plead?” he asked.

“Not guilty,” he said dryly. Murmurings ensued immediately and once again the people present were cursing and booing at him. They called him a liar and a cheat, a deceiver and a manipulator, a killer and even more.

“Silence,” the jury yelled and cut short their whisperings and murmurings.

“Mr. Damon, on the fifth of February, you and nineteen associate. All business men and women had a closed house party in the Princeton suite. Nineteen of them were found dead and evidence is pointing to you……….”

“I didn’t do it,” he interrupted dryly with his eyes staring straight and deeply into the face of the one speaking. His voice was cold and strong and the air around them seemed to be dropping the more he spoke. His lawyer cried inside at that. Mr. Victor wanted Damon to act remorseful and emotional to an extent, so it could buy him some time to get the evidence they truly needed, but the heir of the Roxwell seemed to be doing the contrary. And he could feel Mr. William Roxwell boring his eyes into his skull. If he failed this mighty family, he would lose his family.

“Hope you have enough evidence to back up your claim Mr. Roxwell because you would be going to jail if you don’t,” a lady, who was in her late forties and part of the jury spoke up with a smile on her face. Damon smirked darkly at her comment and the sight made cold run down her spine as well as it made her smile disappear.

He wasn’t going to jail no matter what, he knew that too well. He was only in there because he wanted his name to be cleared publicly just as it was tainted publicly. If found guilty, he would work away and allow his grandfather’s connection to do all they needed to do. But if found innocent, that would mean he would walk away with his name restored.

“A call had come to me earlier, evidence that would prove you had a hand in this murder would be walking in through that door soon and the famous, proud and pompous Roxwell would be put to shame.” Mr. Ford, a prosecutor who had been waiting for this moment a long time ago said with a grin on his face. He was clearly excited for him. Damon was sure he would do anything to give him a death sentence. Damon glared at him for a while, they had more than a prosecutor and a defendant relationship. He was part of his legal team but there were matters that came up. Someone was stealing huge amounts from the company and he couldn’t wait till the real thief was traced and found. He fired all of them immediately but Mr. Ford had taken it to heart and this was his way of paying back.

“That would be fine, we will wait a little longer for the evidence against Mr. Roxwell,” the jury confirmed and his prosecutor grinned widely.

He looked away from the man and turned to his father and grandfather. They both had a stoic look and he was grateful for it. He loved his family and was not sure he would be able to handle it if they stared at him with disappointment.

Damon turned away from them and back to the jury who deliberated his matter ready to sentence him to his demise while they waited for the great evidence that would end him for good. Yet the great Damon Roxwell would never accept defeat, he remained proud with his head high, his shoulders relaxed and his face dark as always.

15 minutes……. tick…tock

30 minutes…. tick…tock

45 minutes…tick tock

The court waited and waited for the said person who was going to bring evidence that would convict him but whoever it was had a nature for coming in late or rather still, making an entrance. Everyone got tired of waiting, even the prosecutor himself.

“Mr. Ford, where is the evidence you have in your possession?” a lady in the jury asked in agitation. They had been waiting for a long time for the evidence that would convict him fully. They had nothing against him, rather than mere words and the fact that he was simply alive and in the same room while the others were dead. There was no surveillance camera as well to prove that he didn’t do it and no witness left. Logic and reasoning had been thrown out of the window and his rivals had seen it as an opportunity to take him out and they did a great job.

Mr. Ford, the prosecutor, panicked at the mention of his name. He got up from where he sat and looked around like he could see the witness they were all waiting for.

“Mr. Ford, this is a waste of our time and….”

“I am sure he would be here, give it a little more time please,” he entered. Damon glared at him, wishing he could bounce on him but didn’t dare do that at such a time. The jury turned their heads to each other and spoke for length before they turned back to the people.

“In as much as we want this case to end soon and see the evidences against Mr. Roxwell, we can’t keep sitting here like idiots while we wait for evidence, that we are not sure of,” one of them spoke and a little hope found its way to Damon’s heart and his heart smiled.

“This court would be adjourned and….”

“Do not be in such a haste, I still haven’t found the lucky ones who would taste my fury yet” a loud voice interrupted and it went quiet. Damon’s heart did a flip as that voice rang in his ears, his heart, his mind and deep into his very soul. It was so familiar, yet it wasn’t.