The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular, fair, veiny hands, now stained with blood from various angles, as if he had just come from a fierce fight. Instead of ruining his beauty, it made him look even more fierce.
He strode with large strands of steps toward the two criminals, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches without mercy.
The room echoed with the sounds of groans, the crack of broken bones, and splatters of blood, creating a chaotic atmosphere as Damon showed no signs of stopping.
“Take them to the basement.”
“Yes, boss.”
I looked at Damon fiercely; I didn’t want to go home with him at all. Besides, I was just a useless mistress in his eyes.
“Let’s go home,” he said as he walked away,blood dripping down his left arm.
“Take her home,” he instructed his assistant, shoving a car key into his hand.
I could finally breathe a sigh of relief; my unborn baby and I were fine.
“Miss Clara, are you okay?” Damon’s assistant asked.
“I am fine.”
“That’s good, boss was worried about you.”
“Worried?” I asked sarcastically.
“Yes, only you could manage to make him worry in just one day.”
“What do you mean?”