Possession Of A Gangster

Chapter 13- What A Cold And Murderous Time

Damons heart dropped. He knew he shouldn't have fucking let her out of his sight. It's too fucking dangerous. He began doubting his choice of letting her in, but the girl was so irresistibly sexy. His arm clawed through is hair as he rummaged to find his keys. "Carter? Meet me at Lacey Claire's, now." He ended the call, not caring for Carters response- it would only waste more time.

Desperately running to his car he continuously attempted to call Saige, but it went straight to the machine. If she was dead, he couldn't bare to think it. How could he? He had only just got her? She deserved much better than him, she was worth more than the danger he presented, but he could never allow her to find someone. She was his, always.

The amount of pedestrians lives he risked as he sped down to Lacey's was uncountably high; Fuck the traffic lights, the cringeworthy couple crossing in front, Saige wasn't safe. She was his life now. If she no longer existed, and he could have prevented it. He punched the steering wheel with sheer anger and distress, however within the next 30 seconds his wheels were skidding in front of Lacey's house. Carter arrived as he was jumping out the car and rushing to the door.

"Damon don't go rushing in there, it may well be a trap!" Carter shouted, shutting his car door behind him. "I don't give a fuck." Damon grunted back, not pausing and storming straight into the house. His head throbbed when he noticed the door unlocked and slightly agar.

"Saige?!" He shouted with an increasing sense of urgency. His mind was running away from him as he scanned each room. What if she's dead? He shook his head and cursed, no, she couldn't be. She just couldn't be.

He stopped in the middle of Lacey's room, dangerously punching a hole in her bedroom wall. An animalistic anger was bubbling up inside him, he had never in his life felt so torn- well, besides the day he first had to turn Saige away.

That's when he heard it.

A small whimper, and then it grew, all he could hear were muffled screams. They were coming from the wardrobe. A wave of relief came over him for a split second, maybe she's not hurt, maybe someone just came to rob this place, got scared, and tied her up.

Running to the oak-wood doors, he slammed them open, the loud bangs from the doors hitting the wall stopping the cries completely. His heart dropped, it was Lacey.

Behind him he heard Carter run in the room behind him. Noticing Lacey's injured, tied up state, Carter swiftly crouched down to aid the poor girl. Damon wanted to help, he knew how much this girl meant to Saige, but the fact that she was tied up, and Saige was missing, certified his darkest nightmare.

This was planned. Someone wanted Saige, and Saige alone.

He froze, his mind racing. The poor girl in front of him cried into Carters shoulder as he stroked her back tentatively. Damon put a hand through his hair.

"What happened, who did this to you?" Her sobs had settled drastically, there was no time to waste.

"There was a man, he came to the door asking to see my mum." A few more tears escaped her eyes, running desperately down her cheek, as if to forget the haunting memory. "I told him she wasn't in, and to come back later, that's when I felt someone grab me from behind."

They had got in through the back while she was distracted. Damons stomach churned, this was a well thought plan. The people who did this were not strangers to it.

"I tried kicking them off me, they threw me on the floor and started slamming my head on the table." She sobbed, encircling her arms around Carter once more. He looked pained, like he never wished to hear such a thing, he knew he had taken a liking to her a couple of weeks ago when he saw her in town.

"They made me ring Saige, and then tied me up and threw me in there." Her face dropped. "Oh my god they have Saige?!" She started shaking drastically, fearing her involvement in this sick abduction. Carter caressed her arms, stroking them like a mother would a child. This was a different side to him.

"Calm down, don't worry, we need to know Lacey. Did you pick out any details about these men?" Carters voice was hushed, loving.

Lacey's eyes squinted as she looked away, attempting to pick up anything, anything, that would aid us into discovering the whereabouts of her bestfriend.

"They were about three of them, all tall and built, in a bulky way. Two of them had the same tattoo on one of their wrists, I couldn't see the other." Damons ears pricked at the mention of a tattoo.

Many rival gangs presented their position with the use of tattoos, he had plenty of enemies. Damon froze "What did these tattoos look like." His voice was straight, monotone. He didn't want to hear the next but at the same time, he had to.

"I don't know." She mumbled, straining her eyes further, Damon inwardly sighed. Defeated.

"No actually, they were triangles, a thick black triangle with like a square or something in the middle." She said, obviously shocked at herself that she managed to pin-point the shape.

Carters eyes instantly shot up to Damons. In a way, Damon already knew the answer to his previous question, although he refused to believe it. However the description of the tattoos certified his horror. The Triads.

The second largest gang in this fucking town, his main threat. They were lower by a long shot, but still powerful, ruthless. Damon stormed, with purpose, out of the house, leaving Carter to deal with Lacey.

Dangerously swinging open his car door, he slammed the metal shut, punching the steering wheel with an un-naturalistic amount of power. Revving up the engine, and once more ignoring the threat of hitting pedestrians- or other ongoing cars for that matter, he made his way to his destination in no time.

Her house.

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Upon immediate arrival, Damon spotted Anwar storming straight up to his car. Great, that fucking bastard is going to let all of hell loose on him. Damon tutted irritably before exciting his vehicle, but not before making sure his gun was in close reach.

"Where the fuck is my sister?" Anwar shouted, closing the distance between them both. He had no fucking time for this.

"The triads have taken her." Damons voice was monotone, you could easily tell it was taking all of his power to not put a bullet through the person closest to him, Anwar. All he wanted to fucking do was find Saige.

Anwars face drop. He was an equally as built man, slightly smaller than Damon, and was lacking experience and agility , but still a dangerous specimen. When it came to Saige, nothing would stop him from protecting her from the cruel reality of the world, much to the resemblance of Damon himself.

"If she's dead." He took a step closer to Damon. "So are you."

Damon looked him straight in the eye. "Agreed." Was all he said, before signalling Anwar, along with his father who was quick to join the argument, to his office.

All he knew was one thing.

He had to, he will find Saige, and murder anyone of the bastards who so much as laid a finger on her.

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