Episode 7
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“Where is it?” Michael sneered at Perry, who was tied to a chair and barely hung from the cliff of the second floor.
His face was swollen from beatings, and his clothes were stained with blood. Damon sat across the room with his legs crossed.
“Where are you hiding the journals? Are you even being faithful to Don?”
“I've been faithful to him; I have no idea... Who took the journals?"He managed to say that, and Michael punched his face against it; his lips curled with joy, and his eyes were glistening.
Damon was tired of watching Perry lie over and over again, and he rose to his feet. Approaching Perry, the men bowed.
“You really don't want to talk, right?” He turned to Michael. “Kill him if he doesn't confess in 10 minutes.” He said and made to leave.
“One more chance..." Perry cried out, and Damon halted with his neck slightly tilted to hear him out. “Please, give me one more chance, and I'll find it.”
Damon walked away, and Perry continued begging and pleading for his life until he was out of sight. As Damon jumped into the car and ignited it, he heard a gunshot, and he drove off.
He arrived at Jasmine's house, stepped out of the car, and his gaze locked with Jasmine, who was relaxing in the house.
“You're back,” She smiled, but he ignored her and walked into the house. She followed.
“Did I do something wrong, Damon?”
He swiftly turned to her with his face contorted with rage, which startled her.
“You!” He pointed at her. “Who are you, Jasmine? Why do you have that mark?” He yelled.
“I already told you I don't know how I got the mark... Is there something I should know?” Her voice, though broken, was hushed and soft.
He let out a huff and sat down. Jasmine walked to him, sat down, and rubbed his back.
“I know we barely know each other, but trust me, I can't bring you harm.”
He glared at her, staring into her eyes, and scoffed.
“Well, that's what that mark brings. Harm, danger, death, and every bad thing.”
Jasmine lowered her hand from his back, her face etched with confusion.
“What do you mean by that?”
“The person who killed my parents had that mark." His voice cracked—a part of him that Jasmine had yet to see. “I watched her kill my parents in cold blood, and I couldn't do anything.”
“I'm sorry about your parents, but I don't kill, and I can't hurt you. You saved me from hell; literally, why would I want to hurt you?”
“Ever heard of the Fallen of Arcane?”
“No, why? What's that?”
“I was hoping to find out from you,” he said, and he headed to the bedroom.
Jasmine watched his silhouette as he made his way up the stairs and went back to the front of the house to relax. She had barely just sat down when her phone rang—it was Mr. Stones. Fear gripped her heart as she answered the call and placed the phone closer to her ear.
“Hello, dad.”
“You have barely a week to marry Larry; why aren't you saying anything about it yet?” His voice was harsh and demeaning.
“I won't marry Larry, dad. I'm married." She talked back at it.
She was the only rebellious child among the three they had.
Damon quietly sneaked behind her and eavesdropped on her conversation.
“Really?” He scoffed with a smile. “Then prepare to end up on the streets.” He threatened and ended the call.
A deep huff surged through her body as she lowered the phone.
“Who was that, and who's Larry?” He asked as he walked to her front.
Her fist clutched on the phone; pain and fear marred her face, but her lips were sealed. Damon sat next to her and took her hands in his.
“You can talk to me, Jasmine.”
“You don't even trust me, and you want me to talk to you? Don't bother; I'll find a way out.”
He smacked his lower lips and tucked her hair behind her ear. His cold fingers jolted her skin, but she felt safe in it.
“I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier; let's just say I had a bad day. I've decided to trust you regardless of what that mark tells me,” he said, tilting his head in its direction while still holding her hands.
“My family gives arranged marriages to us to make the company and other businesses grow stronger, but these men are monsters, and my elder sister died in her marriage. Laura is headed on the same path, and I don't want that for myself.”
“Oh!” He let go of her hands and leaned against the chair. “That was why you needed me to be a prince charming." He teased, and they both smiled.
“Don't flatter yourself, Damon.” She smiled. “You might have married me, but you didn't save me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You're never around. It's been almost a month, and I've only seen you three times.” Her gloomy gaze fell to the floor. “They think this marriage is a fail and want me to marry Larry by month-end.”
Damon smiled. “That won't happen.”
Her brows raised as she looked at him, demanding what he meant by his remarks.
“You're mine for a year; nobody can take you away from me, Jasmine.”
“Well, you have to prove it.” Her lips curled with a hideous smile.
“What can we do?”
“Make people believe this is the best marriage on earth.”
“That's pretty easy, Cherub.” He smirked. “Let's go see your dad over the weekend.”
Jasmine smiled, and a shimmer of hope returned to her face.
Damon's phone rang; it was Michael, and he answered it, moving away from Jasmine.
“Any news about it?”
“Not yet, Don, but someone is here to talk to you. He said it's time-sensitive.”
“Put him on the phone, then.”
“Hello, Don.” A light-weighted male voice echoed from the other end.
“How may I help you?”
“The Fallen of Arcane.........” Damon's eyes glistening, he took a glance at Jasmine, but she was engulfed in her phone. “I can help you with that.”
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