A/N: I know I didn't really talk about Fern being 'F.D.' much but it'll come up in this chapter. Sorry I didn't really have her talk much about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, sorry it's shorter than usual!

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"Okay, we know his name now and it's time to ruin him from the inside out; starting with his family." Damien spoke, his voice cold and hard as stone. I had only seen him speak like this twice in my life, and it was honestly scary.

"Who are we going to contact to hack into his life?" Charles spoke up when he stole a sausage link off my plate, my eyes flashing as I stabbed him with my fork. "Hey!"

"Mine." I took the sausage out of his grasp and put it back in my mouth, smirking at his open mouth expression.

"We need to call him." My eyes snapped up to Joey, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion along with everyone else in the room.

"Call who?"

"F.D." I felt my breath catch and heart practically stutter, my eyes looking up to Damien sheepishly.

"If you guys get a laptop I'll do it." Joeys eyebrows furrowed when he looked at me, Charles opening his mouth before he even had a chance.

"What the hell do you mean Fern?"

"I'm F.D. Fern Donnelly, get it?" Joey chuckled as he looked at me, faltering when he saw my solemn face. "I'm serious."

I proceeded to tell them everything, including the reason I had been taken in the first place. My father had bullshitted them on a drug deal, instead helping a rival gang that payed him more. The gang found out once they were ambushed and practically taken out, over half of the gang being demolished. I soon took on the roll afterwards, gaining accomplishments and adversaries. I practically owned the gang for a while, until I wretched myself away from almost all gang life.

"Oh, wow. Okay, I uh-" I cut Joeys word vomit off by putting my hand over his mouth.

"Don't pity me, I don't care anymore. I need a lap top, and I can tell you when their next shipment will be." I practically barked, my cheeks flushing bright red. I couldn't help it, I was so tired of pity from every person that heard my shitty story.

I kept my head down until Charles placed a black laptop in front of me, my head looking back up to see everyone's adverted gaze. I took in a deep breath before switching on the laptop, rolling my lip between my teeth.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"You don't have to apologize." Joey said, his soft eyes meeting mine while everyone finally turned to look at me.

"You're wrong, I do. I'm just tired of getting pity from everyone that hears my story." They nodded when my eyes looked at the laptop, my fingers logging me in quickly.

My fingers began to fly across the keys as the guys shifted to watch me from behind, my eyes narrowing in on the screen. I hacked into Jason's email before making my way through their security cameras and the details they kept under their belt.

I smiled as I cracked out my still joints, the familiar buzz radiating through my body as I dealt with virus after virus. It took me a few hours before I finally had everything printed out, the main security camera they had displayed on the laptop.

"Guys!" I called out since they had left me long ago, my eyes strained on the screen.

I heard them come in, the pounding footsteps hitting my ears right before Damien's smell hit me. It practically wrapped around and enveloped me, making my eyes shut in pure bliss. I smiled as I opened my hazy eyes, looking up to watch Damien study the multiple pages on the table.

"We have two days before their next shipment from Mexico and Brazil. We have to intercept them at the shipyards on the South bend, Jason Craig should be there to meet with the handlers."

"What're they shipping exactly?" Charles asked, his own eyes scanning the page before him.

"Cocaine, but I'm pretty sure they might be bringing in animals." Jake piped up, his eyes watching the laptop.

"Why would they be bringing in animals?"

"Animals can be one of the highest markets, especially when sold to private sellers. They can make even more than drugs, especially endangered monkeys and lions." Damien spoke as he walked around the island. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my temple, tingles sparking down my spine.

I sighed in content as I watched the laptop with Damien standing against my side, his body heat shifting through my clothes. I looked up to everyone studying the pages and the laptop, Damien's dark eyes trained on a specific page before me.

I tore my eyes away from it when I realized exactly what it was, a page from my fathers file. It had our last family photo, my young face practically screaming at me with Stella next to me. I looked so innocent, I don't even remember the last time I felt innocent.

"I'm going to bed early, okay?" Damien looked down to me before nodding, swooping down to press a kiss to my lips.

God did his lips leave me breathless. It sent tingles down my spine to the ends of my toes, my heart practically hammering out of my chest. His tongue played with mine, sweeping my mouth like he wanted to learn every crevice inside of me. I pulled back and laid my forehead on his, a grin on his face.

"I love you mio angelo." I grinned at his accent, leaning up to kiss him again.

"I love you too my hot headed Italian piece of Ass." He let out his boisterous laugh that filled the room, sending a hoard of butterflies straight to my stomach.

"You only want me for my body." I chuckled as I stood up from my seat, shrugging as I made my way to the doorway.

"Maybe, it is a nice body." I heard his laugh the entire way I went down the hallway, making those same damn butterflies fly up in my stomach.

I made my way upstairs and into our bedroom, smiling at the very thought, our bedroom. I got undress and stepped into the shower, holding in a moan of bliss as the hot water hit my muscles. I smiled at my turn of luck, going from cold showers and a psychopath mom to a wonderful shower and a loving Italian; with a wonderful body.

Wasn't lying when I said I loved his body.

I stepped out and walked into his closet, tugging on one of his favorite grey shirts I knew smelt like him. I smiled and went to our bed, climbing in after shutting off the lights and snuggling deep into the duvet.

I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard my phone beep, considering I barely used it. I unlocked it and went to my text messages, furrowing my eyebrows even more when I saw I got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: You honestly think I'm that stupid?

Who is this?

I scrunched deep into the bed as I waited for the reply, locking the phone after a couple of minutes. The darkness was erupted when it beeped again, my eyes shooting open wide as I read the text.

Unknown: You're fucking best friend, now, mind telling me why you're searching through my files and looking at my security cameras?

Dammit, I thought I hadn't left a trail. I grumbled as I texted back, my body shifting as I decided whether I should tell Damien or not.

What do you want Jason?

Unknown: if you want your little boy toy to not die in two days time, you'll meet me tomorrow at your old home. Say your goodbyes, we will leave and you won't see him again. You will work for me, and I'll leave him alone. I'll even move my territory to New York so you won't have a chance of seeing lover boys face.

Why the hell does this always seem to happen to me?

Happy ending?

Nope, sucks to suck. Can't have that.

I grumbled as I growled to myself, locking my phone momentarily. This is stupid, I should just go tell Damien what Jason is telling me. I swung my feet over the side and moved to the door when my phone beeped again, halting my movements quickly. I went back to the phone and scanned over it, my heart jumping to my throat.

Unknown: I have someone on the inside, you tell anyone, and Damien dies first.

Dammit. I flipped back on the bed and squeezed my eyes shut, blowing out a breath of air while looking back at the phone.

Fine. I'll meet you at six.