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I'm lying on Damon.

He woke up this morning and woke me up telling me he is going to work; I was hurting too much to get out of bed.

RIP. my legs.

But he came back about an hour ago and now we are here.

Damon is running his fingers up and down my bare back, "Alaska," he whispers softly in my ear, I smile against his chest, "Damon," I whisper back. I feel him smile at me.

I move my head and rest my chin on his also bare chest, "good morning, Angelo," he kissed my forehead, "how do you feel?" he asked with a smirk, I glare at him, "wonderful," I flash him a smile. He rolls his eyes.

I try to move my legs, but a sharp pain goes between my legs, "what are you doing today?" Damon asked as I finally got out of the bed. I have to hold on to the bed from me to stay standing up, "I'm going to get some answers out of Ryder," I say, "if I can," I mutters. Damon gets out of the bed, "I'm coming with," he told me.

I sigh and just not, not even going to argue about it.

After almost an hour of getting my clothes on and fixing my hair, I finally was done. "About fuckin time," Damon grunts, when I walk out of the bathroom. I send him a heavy glare, "try walk after my boyfriend fuck your soul out of you," I snap. Damon just smirks.

When we got to the basement, I see Ryder tied up to a chain by his wrist, his shirt is off and he has a bloody nose, he also has no shoes on.

"You, ok?" Damon arms come around my waist, pulling me to his chest, "yes," I let out a breath. Damon kissed my temple, "let me know if you need me, and I will," he leans on a wooden stool.

I take a long breath in and let it out slowly. I smack him upside the head, "разбудите черта," (wake the fuck up) I spoke in Russian. His eyes slowly open then squint adjusting to the light. When he sees me his face twist up in anger and discuss.

"Ты сука," (you bitch) I smile at his kind words, "спасибо я ," (thank you, I am) I grab a knife and point it at his chest, "подскажите мне, где я могу найти ирландскую мафию," (tell me where I can find the Irish mafia) I tilt my head, "Я не говорю тебе дерьмо, шлюха," (I'm not telling you shit, slut) I head Damon get off of the stool, but I turn around. "Set back down I got this," he does what I say and sets back down.

I turn back around, "Поскольку вы хотите называть меня так, похоже, что я должен сделать это трудным путем." (Since you want to call me that, it looks like I have to do it the hard way.") I cut through his skin; he screams out.

I smile at the sounds of his scream, knowing I am the one making him do it, "Расскажи," (tell me) I taunt. When he does not answer me, I twist the knife, he cries out. After a couple of minutes of twisting it, I stop and leave it in his chest. "Это ваше последнее предупреждение; это либо ты скажешь мне, либо я не буду хорошо относиться к этому," (This is your last warning; it's either you tell me, or I won't treat it well).

I sigh as he keeps his mouth close, "Damon, my love can you get me the acid," I asked with as I still looking at Ryder, "yes, ma'am," he said.

When he gives me the acid, I get a cup and pore it in the tiny cup, "помните, что это был ваш выбор," (remember it was your choice) and I pore it in his wound. He screams bloody murder; I watch as the acid the acid eats his skin.

I set the cup down and wait when he stops screaming, "you done?" I raise my eyebrows; I see tears go down his cheeks, "прекрасно, прекрасно," (fine, fine) he breathes looking down, "они в Америке, где я был, но на другом складе," (they are in America, where I was at, but in a different warehouse) he said, still looking down.

I look back at Damon and he comes over to me, wrapping his big arms around my waist, "она не сказала тебе, чтобы ты перестал говорить," Damon snapped at him, (you didn't tell you to stop talking). I smile.

Ryder lifts up his head, "какой склад?" (What warehouse) Damon asked in Russian, "278," Ryder says, I hum, "do whatever you want with him, Angelo. I will be locating the warehouse," he kissed my lips and want off to his office.

I hum looking at the tools on the table, "what should I use to kill you?" I glance at him. He avoids my eye contact and looks the other way, "simple, guns, knives, or the hard way, chainsaw, machete?" I wonder, "I'm choosing the acid," I pick up the galleon of acid, and get the cup, I pour the acid in the cup and take the knife out of his chest and stab him in the stomach, he groans.

I pour the acid in his wound. He screams loudly, "I know where your parents are at," I stop moving at his words, "what?" I gaze at him, "dead," he smirks. My mouth twitched and so did my eye, I smile and pour the acid over his head, he cries out and screams, "don't mess with me," I start, "mostly about my parents," when the bottle was empty, I place it back on the table and walk out.

I see Bella in the kitchen, she smiles at me, I smile back at her and walk to Damon's office, "you find it?" I set on his lap, Damon jaw clenches, "about, but I can't when you are on my lap," he grips my waist, I hiss as he poked one of my bruises on my hip from last night.

"Sorry," I kiss his neck, "Alaska," he warned. I smile and nipped at his neck, I wince when he pulls me by my hair, "stop," his jaw clenches, I smile, "make me," I whisper. His lip turned up into a smirk and smacked his lips into mine, I grab the side of his face and he grabs the back of my neck.

He moves my waist making me whimper from how sore it is, Damon lends back all the way in his chair. is other hand rest on the top of my throat. I can feel his erosion from under me.

Then the door opened.

"Shit," Ares voice drawls out. My cheeks heat up and I move to Damon's neck, "what," Damon groaned, "I need you for a while," Ares says back to Damon. Damon sighs, "alright I'll ba out in a minute," Ares shuts the door.

I get out of Damon's neck, "you goin' to be ok here?" Damon asked, I nod, "I'll stay with Bella and Kat," I tell, Damon kissed me one more time, "I'll be back later," I get up off of the chair so he can to, "I love you," he says, I blush, "I love you too," we say our goodbyes and he went out the door.