7. Damien
Damien
The Orchard just doesn’t sit well with me anymore. I need to fucking move. I know they are watching me. They think they know my plan, but they don’t. I’ll never tell anyone my fucking plan.
I won’t even think about it. That way, no one knows it. Not even me.
No one can be trusted.
Especially not Harmony. She gave in to me so easily. She used to cry. That was my fucking favorite. To see her choking on my cock with tears rolling down her face. Fuck.
Now she’s just a fucking puppy. Waiting for me to give her instructions. Waiting for me to use her. You broke her. You did this to her. No. No, I fucking didn’t.
I pace my office, running my hands through my hair. A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
I walk over to the door, opening it. Reese.
“So are we going to talk about what the fuck we are going to do or what?” He asks.
I grab him, pulling him into the room before locking the door behind us.
“Shhh. We can’t tell anybody.” I look at him, my eyes wild with rage. With fear.
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind, but that is the difference between us. I’m a quick thinker. I can act in the moment. Reese always needs a fucking plan, and he shares it with everyone. That will get him killed.
“So we aren’t going to do anything about the cameras? It’s been over twenty-four hours. We need to do something.”
I walk over to him and punch him in the face.
“I said shut the fuck up! You already interrupted me with Harmony last night. Don’t give me another reason to knock you the fuck out.” I shout.
He stumbles back, touching his bloodied lip. Rage brewing in his eyes.
“You’re going to get yourself fucking killed. And I won’t be there to fucking save you,” he spits. His words put a chink in my armor, but it repairs quickly.
Fuck him if he thinks I need him. I could have saved myself that day. He didn’t even give me the chance.
He storms out of the office.
He will go back to my house and watch TV while he blows off steam. He’ll be fine.
I focus my attention back on Harmony. Why the fuck did she stop fighting with me?
She used to struggle. She used to beg me to stop. Now? Now she just takes whatever I dish out to her.
I need to give her something to fucking fight for.
* * *
I arrive back at the house, checking the cameras before I go inside. Harmon y is on her phone in the guest room. The stupid bitch sits next to her on the guest bed. The TV is on, playing some stupid scary movie.
Reese isn’t here. Weird.
I get out of my car and storm towards the house. I slam the door closed behind me, and I take heavy steps down the hall.
Harmony steps out of the room with a smile on her face. The kind of smile that screams fake.
I smack her across the face. Fucking hard.
She grabs her cheek, which must be stinging with pain.
She looks at me with watery eyes.
“W-what did I do?” She asks quietly.
I step into her, tilting her chin up.
“It isn’t what you did. It’s what you didn’t do.”
She looks at me with a pleading expression. There she is.
“Give me your phone,” I say.
“W-what? Why?” She panics.
I grip her cheeks tightly between my fingers.
“Because I fucking said so,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods quickly. Handing her phone over from her back pocket.
I hold the phone up to her face, disabling her locked screen. Then I go to settings and turn off her pass code.
“Go to bed.”
She stares at me, confused. It’s only seven at night, but who the fuck cares?
“GO!” I scream. She scurries down the hallway, letting her feet barely touch the floor as she runs.
I smile. This is more like it.
* * *
The house is silent. I installed locks on the outside of Brooke’s door and windows. She can’t fucking run even if she tried, but that’s the weird part. She hasn’t even tried. It’s been two days, and she hasn’t tried one fucking time.
She is probably coming up with her own plan, but it will never work. I’m smarter.
Harmony has gotten her hair to look better and has her in clean clothes. She doesn’t smell like piss anymore, but I still think she looks like shit.
She doesn’t even know what she is. Who she is, for that matter. But I do. She is going to be used as a fucking weapon. And I can’t fucking wait.
I step into my room, taking a seat in the chair I have in the corner. It’s just after midnight, and my queen sleeps silently in the bed. She is perfect—sometimes. But I am perfect all the time. That’s why I am fucking Midas.
I sit in the chair, watching her. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her leg is thrown over the comforter. Her shirt has risen up slightly, exposing the soft olive skin on her stomach. Fuck.
I shift in my chair, debating on waking her up. I never got to finish what I started the other night. Before Reese rudely interrupted. No. Don’t. You need her to be mad at you. Don’t let her win.
I don’t wake her up. Instead, I walk over to the bed and flip it over. She topples to the floor, screaming in response.
“What the fuck!” She screams as she stumbles to her feet.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper.
I push the mattress against the wall and walk the fuck out.
Fuck her. Fuck sleep.
I don’t need anyone but myself.
* * *
It’s been seven hours since I flipped Harmony off of her bed, and she hasn’t come out of the room yet. I watch her on the cameras. She sits on the bed, legs curled into her chest as she stares at the door. She is waiting for me to come in again.
I won’t give her the satisfaction.
I sent Reese a text last night telling him not to show up today. I’m still pissed he thought he could openly talk about what’s been going on after knowing we may have been bugged. I don’t know when they installed the cameras, but they did.
I let my guard down for one second, and the enemy is already trying to take my ground. I ended up firing all the people working for me once I discovered the truth.
I’ll start completely over if I have to. I can do whatever the fuck I want.
No one can fucking stop me.
I keep watching Harmony, unmoving.
I think I’ll just watch her all day. That way, she can’t do anything I don’t know about. I wonder if it was her who told them where The Orchard was. At that stupid fucking engagement party. The one she wasn’t supposed to go to.
Fury rises inside of me, threatening to make me explode. I clench my fist, trying to calm down.
She will be of no use if she is dead, I remind myself.