Damon's POV
"Let me go, bitch" Katherine yelped.
Ivy dragged her up by the hair and twisted her hand behind her back forcefully.
"Ivy, what the hell are you doing?"
She whispered something in Katherine's ear and whatever it was was frightening enough to make her run away from me.
Ivy smiled as she waved. "Bye."
I sighed. "What are you doing here, Ivy?"
She turned to me. "Protecting you."
"I didn't need protection. She was harmless!"
She shrugged. "How can we be sure she wasn't sent to kill you or something?"
I let out a frustrated breath. I couldn't believe it. I went to so much length to stay away from her so I could get her out of my mind. And there she was right in front of me, with a smile on her face that reminded me of just how beautiful she was.
How could I get rid of her if she kept showing up like that in front of me, looking that pretty?
"I thought I fired you."
She'd hurt me.
I couldn't let her in. Not again.
"I reject you firing me."
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
"Excuse me?"
"My job is to protect you, even if it's from yourself," she said.
I didn't know she could be so shameless.
"You want to protect me?" I moved closer to her. "Then, get the hell out of my face."
She stood her ground. "No."
I blinked. "No?"
"No."
I scoffed in disbelief, and she sighed. "Okay, so I turned you down, and the next thing you do is shove your tongue down a bitch's throat?"
"You hurt me!" I towered over her.
She blinked, surprised at my outburst.
I had absolutely no interest in Katherine. The only reason I'd entertained her was to forget Ivy, the one who hurt me in the first place.
"You ripped my heart out, and trampled on my feelings," I waved a finger in her face.
"You have no right—no right to tell me how to act after you hurt me like that!"
She looked... hurt?
I was the one hurting, I was the one that felt like shit.
So, why did she look so devastated? And why did that affect me?
"Damon, I--."
"I don't want to see you ever again," I said, and walked away from her.
I knew I couldn't reach the door soon enough for me to not break down, so I took a right and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and stared at the mirror.
Was it that easy for her? To show up acting like she had not just yanked my heart out in the most agonizing way ever?
Damn her.
I splashed water on my face, just as a strange looking guy turned on the faucet beside me. He had on a hat that covered half of his face, and I could feel his stare on me. I turned off the faucet immediately, goosebumps crawling up my skin.
Something was wrong. I had to get out of there.
I reached for the doorknob when he pulled me back and pushed me to the wall. I grunted at the impact, but I had no time to react as he walked towards me with a knife. I put my arms up immediately, the knife barely missing my face.
I'd told George to wait in the car.
Shit.
The blood dripped down my arm as I took a step back, my eyes on him. It wasn't the first time I'd been attacked, but this guy was different, I could feel it. There were no emotions behind his eyes as he advanced towards me.
"He sent you, didn't he?" I asked, and stepped back. I was running out of places to run.
He paused, his lips curled up in a smile as he stared at me.
"I'll give you double of whatever he paid you, okay?" I said.
My back hit the wall, there was nowhere to run.
He moved fast. I could tell he wasn't like the ones that were sent before. He was a professional.
I blinked and he was in front of me, the knife just an inch away from my stomach. I groaned in pain as the blood oozed out my palm. He paused when he saw I held the knife and applied pressure, the knife cutting into my skin.
I groaned. He was strong.
Way too strong.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You shouldn't have gone back," he said.
His words sent chills down my spine, and I could feel my grip on the knife slowly loosen.
The door flung open, and his gaze shifted.
I sighed in relief when I saw Ivy. She pointed a gun at him.
"Let him go," she said.
He held the knife to my throat and turned to face her.
"You," he said.
'You?'
Did he know her?
"Let. Him. Go."
He pierced my neck with the knife. "I could kill him before you pull the trigger."
Her finger itched closer to the trigger. "Oh, I doubt it."
He moved back, eyes darting round the stall. The only way to escape was through the door.
"Damon," she called, her voice soft, and I stared at her.
"Do you trust me?"
"No," I said. Not after she just broke my heart.
She smiled sadly. "Good."
The gun went off, and the knife fell. The man groaned in pain as he held his shoulder. I moved away from him quickly.
"Take another step, and the next bullet is in your head," she said, as she advanced slowly.
It was strange. I felt blood drip out from my body, but I couldn't tell where. The pain had not yet registered, but when it did, it hurt like hell.
I grabbed my shoulder in pain.
"Fuck!" I yelled.
"You okay?" she gave me a quick glance.
"You shot me!"
"The bullet went through. You'll live," she said.
I stared at her.
She was insane.
"You fucking shot me!"
"Damon," she said, lowering her gun.
The man, seeing how she was distracted pushed her towards me, sending us crashing to the floor, as he ran out the floor.
"Shit," she cussed, got off me quickly and ran after him.
I groaned in pain, clutching my shoulder as I sat up.
"Boss," George ran in, alarmed.
He brought out a gun and checked the stalls. He ran to me when he saw no one.
"What happened?" he asked, applying pressure to my wound.
I gnashed my teeth. "Niall."
"We have to tell your father," he helped me up.
"No!" I stared at him. "You do that, and my mom's life is in danger."
"But-."
I gave him a hardened look, and he nodded.
"Okay."
"Get me out of here."