Page 40 of Protecting His Woman
Chapter Eleven
Damion’s wedding wasin exactly two hours.He was showered, dressed, and had already made sure every arrangement was in place.Nothing could go wrong.He had planned for everything.
He hadn’t planned for Frank to walk into his office, looking like death warmed over.There were a couple of bruises on his face, a split lip, and since the last time he saw him, he had lost a lot of weight.
“Are you on drugs?”Damion asked.
“No,” Frank said.
He looked at Frank, and the kid looked like he had aged a decade.
“You look like shit.”
“You said if I ever need your help, that I am to come to you.”
“You started the initiation process with The Lords, there’s not a lot I can do.”
He saw the tears in Frank’s eyes.“Please,” Frank said.“I ...I fucked up and I know this, but what they want me to do ...I can’t do it, and it has to break some kind of code.”
Damion wasn’t interested, and he had given Frank a warning.As usual, the kid thought he knew best.He had to wonder if he was like that when he was a kid.If he had thought he knew best about everything.
“I don’t have time for this,” Damion said.“I’m marrying your sister in two hours, and I need to make sure everything is in—”
“They want me to kill my sister,” Frank said.“They want me to kill Vicki in front of you, then Dhalia and Betsy.”
This stopped Damion.
“If I don’t kill them, they are going to find someone who will,” Frank said.“Doesn’t that break a damn rule in Old County?Please, tell me it fucking does.”
It had been a long time since Damion had felt rage.From time to time, he was annoyed, but right now, on his wedding day, he felt an all-consuming rage.He moved toward the cabinet, typed in the code, and opened it, revealing the multitude of weapons he had at his disposal.
“Not only does it break one rule, it breaks at least four.Killing three civilians is three rule breaks.Coming after me, someone I love, is the fourth, and that has just guaranteed the end of them.”
“You’re about to get married,” Frank said.
“I don’t give a fuck.Do you think they’re going to sit by waiting?My woman, your sister, is not going to have this day ruined.”
“What about your ...clothes?”Frank asked.
“What’s going on?”Neil asked, stepping into the room.
Damion looked at Neil, then toward Frank.“The Lords want him to kill Vicki, Betsy, and Dhalia.And that shit isn’t happening.So, before I marry your daughter, I’ve got to do some killing of my own.”
Loaded up with several weapons.
“I’ll come,” Neil said.
“No,” Damion said.“The only person who is coming is Frank.”He turned to look at the young boy.
“Damion, this could be a trap.”
“Which is why I’m taking the boy with me.Trust me, I’ve got shit in place, and I am going to be here before it’s time for me to make your daughter an honest woman.”He reached for Frank, grabbing him at his jacket by the scruff of his neck.“It’s showtime, buddy.”He looked toward Neil.“You’ve got to stay here, because if I’m not back in time, it’s your job to keep Vicki and her family safe.You got me?”
Damion saw that Neil didn’t like it and clearly wanted to argue, but he didn’t.He simply nodded his head, and he knew the other man wanted to kill today.The only person who would do any killing today was him.
He dragged Frank out of his home, across to his car, and threw him into the passenger side.He kept the kid’s lock on the door so he couldn’t escape.
“You think I’m setting you up?”Frank asked.
