Possession Of A Gangster

Chapter 21- Forgive And Fuck

What the fuck was that? What did I just hear? Who was that?

My phone rang once more. I was just about to swiftly turn it off when I noticed the caller ID read Lacey.

"Lacey, I'm so glad you called me, the weirdest thing just-" I was cut off suddenly. "Saige, Damons on his way to your house now!"

My heart stopped, I quite literally froze on the spot. "What, why? How do you know?" I asked, my words just a whisper.

"He knows. Carter, he told him." As if on cue, I heard a very loud, and very desperate knock on the door. "Fuck." Ending the call, I ran out to my landing, peaking through the window at the drive below. Sure enough, there parked Damons car. Where were security when you needed them?

My heart raced as the knocking increased. "Saige, open the door!" I heard him shout from below. Yeh, because that's going to really make me want to let him in. "I know you can hear me, god damn it Saige! Please!"

I couldn't hide out, I couldn't lie, I couldn't run away. This was it, I had to face him. Quickly putting on my sheer dressing gown, I released my hair from its towel and pulled it behind my ears.

I walked down the stairs slowly, my heart was racing a marathon. The knocks echoed through the empty halls around me as I walked up to the door. Quickly twisting the lock and pulling off the chain, I opened it to face the love of my life who had hurt me so much.

My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed his appearance. His hair was messy, dry, and ruffled all across his head. Slight bags were visible under his eyes, he had bust lip and the majority of his chin was covered in rough hairs, it looked as if he hadn't shaved since I last saw him. He didn't stand the way he usually did, he was slightly hunching.

Yet he was still the best thing I had ever laid eyes on. Even with his rugged countenance, he was gorgeous, able to break a heart with a simple flick of his lips.

The silence was deafening, yet neither of us dared to break it. We just stared at eachother, for what felt like decades we just looked into one another's eyes. When at last, the silence was broken.

"You're pregnant." It wasn't a question and I didn't reply. My eyes welled up immediately, I felt a single tear drop down my cheek. His eyes watched the tear, before returning to my pained eyes. "You're pregnant."

I finally weakened beneath his strong gaze. Suddenly, he stormed towards me, stopping just before his body touched mine. "Why didn't you fucking tell me." His voice was that of a threatening whisper.

I looked up into his eyes. "You didn't let me. I tried, don't act like you don't know." My eyes drove daggers into his, but the sexual tension was unquestionable, we were practically suffocating in it.

"I don't give a fuck, you should have screamed if in my face, Carter new about my fucking child before I did."

My hand hit his cheek with such a force that it knocked the very breath out of him. He appeared un-affected by the pain, but the look of shock in his eyes proved it affected him in a different way.

"Don't turn this around on me, you left, you ordered me not to 'bother' you, fuck sake Damon I was already scared to tell you, do you really think I wanted to after that. All it made me think was that you didn't want the-" His lips were on mine before I could finish my sentence. It was rough, and mind-numbingly powerful. I attempted to move away but he wasn't allowing it and I quickly submitted to him.