CHAPTER 9

6 MONTHS LATER 

MEXICO

DAMON'S POV 

The affair in Miami took longer than I thought. I sighed as I sat in Ernesto's office.

"It's nice to see you again Padrone. How have you been?" 

"Quit the pleasantries Ernesto. Where is Mallory." 

"Well she is still getting ready to fly back. You see, your message came in too soon she didn't have time to pack or get ready." 

"Don't you have maids to help with that?" 

"I can't trust maids Padrone." 

I chuckled with amusement.

"You are being stupid Ernesto. You know that maids can be trusted if you look into them thoroughly. Are you sure you don't trust maids or you don't trust yourself?" 

Ernesto looked uncomfortable. He gulped then stood up. 

"I'll call in Mallory if you want." 

I was about replying when a message popped up in my phone. It was from Damien. It read: 

{Bro, I really need your help, head to LA now.} 

I sighed and turned to Ernesto. 

"On second thought, you will arrange for Mallory to go to LA tomorrow. I need to leave now." 

"Oh really?" 

I ignored Ernesto and headed out.

The last thing I want now is for Mallory to come to LA and meet Damien's problems.

MALLORY'S POV 

*Damon is so unbelievable!* 

After Ernesto told me Damon cancelled everything and I was going tomorrow, I went to the living room. I found Wicked there he was sipping some whiskey.

"Hey Wicked." 

I sat down on the couch close to him.

"I heard you are going tomorrow." 

He said not turning to me. I let out a breath.

"I guess. I can finally start looking into my mom's case." 

"Yeah. I'm gonna miss you a little." 

"Aww I'll miss you too." 

He smirked.

"I'm sure we'll get to see each other soon enough." 

"I'll be looking forward to it then." 

"Wanna go in for one last training session. I laughed and answered;

"Bring it on champ." 

We went back to the training field. It was great training with Wicked for the last time. We were so immersed in fighting that we didn't notice time go bye. 

When we were done, I went back to my room and showered before going down for dinner which was being cooked by Ernesto himself. 

NEXT DAY 

LOS ANGELES

MALLORY'S POV  

Damon sent a car to pick me up from the airport. We drove to a mansion which was painted white.  The flowers were lined up around in style. There were cars which were parked in a whole line. 

The car made a stop infront of the house. I got out and stared. 

"Ma'am please come in." 

A maid caused me to snap out of my daze. I walked into the house and saw Damon on the phone. Except he looked different without a scar. I ran to him and hugged him. 

"I was so mad at you yesterday you know, I'm guessing it was cuz of your plastic surgery." 

Damon looked confused. 

"I don't get what you mean lady." 

His voice sounded totally different. 

"Damon?" 

The guy or Damon seemed to understand. He smiled, things suddenly felt awkward. I made his grip around my waist to loosen up. 

"Would you look at that? I let you out of my sight for a considerable amount of time and you are already hugging my brother." 

I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see Damon as in the real Damon with a scar.

"Wait a minute. There's two of you?"