Chapter 6 DIVORCE PAPERS.

CHAPTER 6: DIVORCE PAPERS.

Damon was extremely hurt, it was like he was in a trance. He couldn't believe that Vintage was pounding his wife, just beside him. Talk of the disrespect, the audacity. He couldn't respect his marriage. Damon looked at Vanessa, whose face was twisted in pleasure, he felt like throwing up.

The pain in his body had made his heart numb, he couldn't feel pain in his heart. He felt empty. Vintage noticed Damon was awake, smiled tauntingly at him, "Like what you see? Like to join us? We could do a threesome." Vintage laughed and pulled out his erect member.

Vanessa who groaned and hissed at the loss of his erect member, sat upright on the bed. "Where are you going? Finish what you've started." She ignored Damon, who was beside her. Still whining non stop, she stood up, the blanket slipped from her naked body and clinged into Vintage.

Vanessa wasn't sexually satisfied yet, but Vintage didn't care one bit. He stuffed his erect member into his pants and flung her off him. He was done with what he was here to do. He wanted to show off to Damon, so he didn't have any need for her now.

Vintage walked out of the room, complacent with himself. He banged the door. Vanessa was left naked on the bed, she looked at the closed door with an angry gaze, "How do I finish off now?" The pleasure building up in her, had calmed down but she still needed sex.

She turned to Damon, "Why don't you finish it off, you started it." Vanessa ordered Damon. Spreading her legs, seductively. Damon would have fallen prey to her, if it was before he witnessed their sinful scene. Vanessa waited for him to crawl to her, but he only looked at her.

Damon continued to look at Vanessa, lifelessly. He wanted to feel pain but he couldn't. He felt numb, lifeless and empty, which was worse. Was he disgusted? Yes he was, he looked at her alluring naked body, but he could only see her as a lying doll on the bed.

Damon walked out in organized steps, out of the room. The effects of the alcohol in his body had waned. Different scenes of their sinful act, scenes of being beaten for years, scenes of his friends giving him a disgusted look, painful scenes, continued to flash in his throbbing head.

Mrs. Morgan who had witnessed how Vintage left, hid at a corner. Vintage didn't notice her when he walked out. She came out of hiding, she saw quiet Damon walking out, "Fool, where are you going? She sniggered scornfully at him. Someone had pummeled his wife sexually, just beside him.

Her words didn't have any effect on Damon, he walked down the stairs, towards the door, for the second time that day, but he was walking calmly this time. Damon got out of the house, it was chilly and he shivered slightly.He continued to walk, not minding the cold.

He had one destination in mind. The only place he hadn't been allowed to visit for years. His parents' resting place. Damon walked that night, for a long time. The cemetery was far from the low cost area the Morgans lived. It was an expensive and gated cemetery for the rich.

Damon got to the cemetery, but it was locked. He couldn't get in, he couldn't confirm his identity to the security guard. His shoulders sagged in disappointment, he was ready to leave, when he called back. The security guard, that had dismissed him earlier, respectfully escorted him into the cemetery.

The security guard was escorting Damon fearfully. 'Did I just turn back an important person?' His boss, had called him. Damon had asked to be left alone, he watched as Damon walked through the tombstones. It had been a long time, so he had slightly difficulty in finding their tombstones.

Damon walked for a while, he finally found his 'parents'. They were buried, side by side. He wondered how they had been able to afford paying for this expensive cemetery. As far as he could remember, he wasn't a rich kid, they were always living in hiding and constant fear.

The fear they felt then, was deeply embedded in him. He was a five-year-old kid, but his parents felt fear for him. Damon lay between their tombstones, tears that had not fallen earlier today, started to fall. He was crying and shivering uncontrollably. He tried to form words but couldn't.

Damon cried for thirty minutes, until he had no more tears to cry. He opened his mouth to talk, his voice was hoarse from crying, "Mum, dad, I'm here again. I'm sorry I haven't visited you guys for a long time. Please, understand." Damon said those words in one breath.

He hadn't said a complete sentence, in a long time. He could only express himself here, where no one was looking at him, or blaming and criticizing him. Damon was still shivering from the cold, his body was burning up. He turned his body, on the ground and he winced.

Blood seeped out of the cut on his cheek. A sharp glass shard, was where he laid. Damon started to lose conciousness, he tried to fight it. He wanted to spend more time with his parents, he didn't want them seeing him as a fool who only knew how to sleep.

Two people were standing, two tombstones away from Damon. A man in black, he looked formidable and proud, and a younger man in a gray shirt, and black pants. The younger man shrieked at his father, "Dad, he has lost conciousness. We should save him." Alexander was very worried.

The man in black nodded slightly at him, he was Mr. Burton, Alexander's father and Mrs. Isabelle de Alassandro's lawyer. Who is Mrs. Isabelle de Alassandro? - Damon's mother. Alexander took out his phone and frantically made a call for an ambulance. Alexander was truly worried for the pitiful Damon.

Alexander may have looked and acted clumsy and loud, but he was extremely dangerous. He had deep connections in the underworld due to Damon's father. Alexander and his father had cleared up threats for Damon. They had been keeping tabs on him and it was time, to take him back.

The ambulance arrived in few minutes, and Damon was carried into the vehicle. His body was extremely hot and his temperature read 40°C. He was on the brink of death, the cold had also seeped into his bones. The health workers, in the ambulance hurriedly attented to the sick Damon.

Alexander and his father watched as the ambulance drove to the hospital, he was safe there. The hospital was owned by them, they had their subordinates securing the hospital, the security had become tight, since Damon was taken there. Damon de Alassandro was the boss, they had been waiting for.

"Prepare the divorce papers and send it to that slut. No, shove it in her slutty face." Mr. Burton angrily ordered his son, who was a lawyer. Alexander nodded happily at his father's words. He had waited for a long time to meet Damon personally, waited to help Damon wholeheartedly.

He had learned hard on how to be a good assistant, both in the underworld and the business world. He was ever ready. His father served Damon's father and mother, and he was going to serve Damon as well. Alexander smiled cunningly, he had a wicked thought in his head.

"I'm going to send Vanessa and her stupid family out.", the area they live in, was under Damon's influence. It was laughable that Damon had lived in a place where his influence, technically his underworld connections dominated. Alexander happily walked out of the cemetery, behind his formidable and influential father.

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Back in the Morgan's family house, Vanessa was knocking on frantically Vintage's door, desperate for him to open up to her. She needed to have sex, desperately. She had tasted it again, after a long time and she wasn't about to stop. "Vint, open the door, I need you."

Vintage opened the shabby door, forcefully. He frowned at the door, he was disgusted at the room he was given. "What do you want?" Vintage snarled at Vanessa. He didn't have any need for her now, Damon wasn't back yet. His eyes glued to her seductive and alluring naked body.

Vanessa had opened her towel wide, she showed off her body to Vintage. It was late, Mr. Morgan wasn't home, that's why she could come down and pull her silly stunt. "Would you like a feel of this body?" Vanessa asked in a seductive voice, pushing Vintage into his room.

Vanessa pushed him in. Vintage tried to resist her, but he couldn't. He had also been sexually starved, due to pulling out prematurely. Vintage took the lead, hands roamed her body and landed on her breasts, twisting it to his satisfaction, but they didn't know what was coming for them.