Chapter 5
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Damon crawled out of his bed, still dressed in pajamas, and went to his gym room, which was in his basement. He began to work out while listening to some music on his phone, a call came in.
It was Perry.
“Hey, what's the fuss about this early morning?” He snapped as he placed the phone close to his ear.
“I got a clue on the mark you sent to me.”
Damon sprang to his feet, giving Perry his utmost attention, “Where is that? I'll be there soon.” He said and ended the call.
His fist clutched against his phone as he lowered it, pondering what the mark could be about. He rushed into the bathroom, got dressed in a shirt and a pair of jeans that perfectly matched his skin.
He got into the car and drove off to the address where Perry sent. It was an Armory situation a few miles away from his house. While driving, many thoughts ran through his mind.
“Why does she have the mark? Why do other Dons want her?”
“Who is this mysterious woman I married? I thought I could forget about you, Linda, but I was wrong.”
He pulled over, stepped out of the car and walked to Perry who was standing at the entrance. They went in, it was dusty and seemed abandoned.
“Why does it seem abandoned?” Damon asked as they walked further into the Armory.
“That is because it was abandoned. The family who runs it died some years back, but I ran into a friend of mine who worked here, and he confirmed that the mark was somewhere here.”
“Really?” He scoffed and began to snoop around.
After looking around for almost thirty minutes, Damon was almost losing it. His brows pinched together, and his fist thudded on the wall to leash out his frustration, rather it reverberated.
“Did you bring me here to waste my time?” His eyes narrowed as he turned to Perry, who trembled at his look.
“I dare not, Don. I looked into it before bringing you here, and I thought it was really here.”
Damon approached him and dragged him by his collar, giving him a stern eye-to-eye contact.
“I do not pay you to think, I pay you to find out about anything I want. Fail me one more time, and your life won't be enough to pay for it.” He threatened and let him go.
Damon headed towards the door, but Perry remembered the sound when Damon punched the wall and walked to it, knocking on it softly and Damon turned back to him.
“And what do you think you're doing? Your job?”
“I think.....” He paused, seeing Damon's farrowed brows. “There is something different about this wall, it doesn't sound like the other. It must be a secret place.”
“Then, open it,” He scoffed, folding his hands against his chest.
Perry tried to look for anything like a switch or slide, but there was none. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips.
“I'll instruct my men to bring down the wall tomorrow. You better be right about it or your head is on the line.”
Damon exited the Armory and drove to Jasmine's house, he walked into the living room and sank himself on the couch, letting out a heaved sigh. It took him a second to look around, there was no sign of Jasmine.
“Jasmine? Jasmine, are you home?” He called out, but there was no response.
A maid came out to him instead.
“Where's my wife?”
“She hasn't left her room all day.” She said with her head bowed.
He looked at his wristwatch, it was a few minutes to 12pm. He jumped up to him feet and went upstairs, knocked on the door, but there was still no response.
“Hey, Jasmine. I understand you're probably mad at me for what happened yesterday. Just let me in and I'll explain everything to you.”
Tired of waiting for a response, he grabbed the knob and peeked, he was shocked to see her Jasmine on the floor, in a pull of her own blood.
A mixed look of shock and fear grip him, contoured his face and he rushed in.
“Jasmine?” He patted her face after he took her in his arm.
She was unconscious but still breathing. He rushed her out of the room, the maids panicked as they saw her, and he drove her to a hospital.
Seated in the waiting room, he recalled that the bleeding was from the mark.
“It's such a tiny mark, how can she lose that much blood from it?”
He was lost in thought when the doctor approached him.
“Mr. Forbes?” He smiled.
“Yes,” he shook his head and rose to his feet. “How is my wife doing now?” His caring voice contradicted the icy look on his face.
“Let's talk better in my office,” he suggested and led the way, Damon followed.
They sat down in a small confined space, too small to be called an office.
“First, Mrs. Forbes lost a lot of blood, and she was hanging on a thread when you brought her in.......” Damon let out a sigh of relief, in anticipation to hearing the rest.
“But no matter how much I looked at it, the bleeding was from a scar, too tiny to have made her lose so much blood. I mean, she shouldn't have lost more than a pint of blood.”
“Is she doing fine now?” He asked, waving the question and making the doctor's eyes twitch.
“Sure, she's stable now. You may go in to see her.”
Damon exited the office and went to the ward, Jasmine was barely awake but was happy to see him.
“You saved my life again, stranger, didn't you?”
“I hope I don't regret it.” His voice echoed, as a cold look marred his face.
The smile on her face disappeared.
“Why would you say that? Did something happen?” Her shallow voice was filled with worries.
“Yes. You're what happened, and that mark is why I said so.”
“Who are you, Jasmine?”
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