Chapter 8 8

Aspen

Killian looked like he was in a hurry. I noticed that he kept tapping his fingers impatiently against his thigh. He was quick to deposit all the money for mom’s surgery including what I owed and then asked that we leave immediately. I promised Dr. Luke that I would call him before hurriedly leaving with Killian.

And the bastard just dropped me off at the door of his huge house and then he drove off at high speed. Standing in front of his door, I sighed heavily. His house had the aesthetic of a mafia lord. The compound was huge and I caught sight of some flashy cars that were parked around.

Escaping seemed impossible. Killian had guards stationed everywhere. They were all dressed in black suits, wore black sunglasses, and held guns while looking right ahead. Sighing again, I pushed the door open and walked into the house.

It was neat and spotless and there was no soul around. I could not believe that Killian was the only person who lived in a house that was as big as that. Clearly, his guards stayed in the Annex houses.

I decided to take a walk around the place to know my way around. I had to accept the place and my new life though that was the last thing that I wanted to do. But it seemed like I had no choice.

I was just about to take a step when the door opened and a man rushed in. He was not dressed in black like the guards, but was dressed casually. He did not look deadly and stoic like Killian, he had a calm aura and a warm smile appeared on his lips once he saw me.

Who was he?

“Hey, Aspen.” He waved and I slowly waved back at him. “There is clearly a resemblance between you two.” He mumbled to himself with a look of surprise on his face and his words brought me back to the words I overheard from Killian as well. It seemed like there was someone who looked like me.

“I'm sorry if I barged into your home—”

“This is not my home!” I snapped. His words suddenly got me angry.

“Oh,” He mouthed and then smiled. “I can see that you are still blending in. Well, I'm Damien. I did not mean to scare you by barging in. Kill asked me to come.”

“Kill?” My brows furrowed.

“Killian, your husband.” He rephrased and I got more pissed. Hearing that Killian was my husband made my blood boil.

“He's busy right now and will not be available for a while. I'm here to help with all that you need.” Damien sounded nice and I slowly began to get comfortable in his presence.

“Well, Kill…” I began with a note of sarcasm. “Threw out all of my clothes. All of them. I have nothing to wear.” I was in desperate need of a warm bath. I needed fresh clothes.

“You don't have to worry about that. Your clothes have been arranged in your closet. I will show you your room.” Damien politely offered and then began to walk ahead of me.

“Is Killian your boss?” My intuition was that he wasn't, seeing that Damien called him kill. That was casual.

“No. Kill is a very close friend.” He replied. Damien led me up the stairs and then stopped in front of a room. “This is your room. Kill already arranged for everything that you need. You do not need to worry about anything. Kill’s room is the one beside yours.”

Hearing that from him almost made me feel sick because I was going to be close to that bastard. At least we were not going to be sharing a bed.

“Does anyone else live here?” Damien shook his head. He was polite, cute, and tall. Killian was taller, but Damien looked more tolerable.

“Killian’s workers only come in to clean and that's it. Kill loves his personal space a lot. I think you should know that since you will be living with him.”

“I know about the situation of your marriage.” I mouthed an Oh. In the contract, it was stated that I was to keep my marriage to Killian a secret.

“Then do you know why he had to marry me? By force?”

“Trust me when I say the last thing Kill wants is marriage. He only married you because of a very personal family issue." Damien deadpanned and I could tell that I was not to ask about that personal family issue.

“I'm sure he's not going to bother you. He's not going to have the time. As you already know, he's a very busy man.” I knew what he did. He was a notorious and feared mafia lord. Of course, he was busy destroying lives just as he did to me.

Here in New York, the mafias were all well known and feared and Killian Davenport was one of those. But I knew nothing about his family. I had never heard of his family or whether he even had one.

“That will be great. His face makes me sick.” I drew out and Damien laughed.

“I like you.” He said while still laughing. “By the way, feel free and be comfortable here. Do your thing and I'm sure Kill will stay away as well. And if I'm to give you a piece of advice, please stay away from Kill when he is angry. Or better still, try not to get him pissed. If you unfortunately get him angry, walk away.” Damien warned and it sounded like a warning that I really needed to adhere to.

“I want nothing to do with that man.” I shrugged but Damien only smiled.

“Come on, I'll show you around the house. You can make something if you are hungry—” Damien began, leading me away from the door.

“Sure thanks.”

“I'll give you my number when I'm leaving. Kill also asked to get you a new phone. All the details in your old phone are being transferred. You don't have to worry. Brooke will give that to you.” And who the hell was Brooke?