Chapter 2 Like a dream

The doctor stepped forward, "I'm sorry Mr. Adrian, that isn't allowed now. If you may, please leave her for some time."

He frowned in disappointment, but what could he do? He couldn't disobey a doctor, so he left anyway.

They followed the doctor and her mom returned after 30 minutes.

"Your discharge note has been signed, get ready, and let's get out of here." Her mom said with a smile. She came closer and passed her hands through her hair.

She got out of bed still in her gown. Her hands fetched the mid of the gown and she elevated it for easy paces.

After being stuck in a long traffic jam, the black SUV pulled up in front of Damien's Apartment.

Without hesitation, Maya ran out of the car into the living room. She could not just wait to see her Damien.

Her mom and dad also followed behind slowly.

"Lucy, Mr. Adrian" She called as she didn't see anyone in the living room.

"Miss Maya?" A voice called, she turned and saw a woman in her mid-forties. She wore a white blouse and a black shirt. As she walked towards Maya, her kitten hell sounded.

The woman was Eva, Damien's maid.

"How are you?" She asked as she cupped Maya's cheeks.

Immediately Maya attempted to answer, Lucy called from behind.

"Maya?"

"Eva? I will see you in the kitchen later. Okay? And then you will tell me everything."

Maya assured and turned to walk toward Damien's mom.

"You are here already," Lucy asked, placing one hand on her cheek.

"Yes, I am, Lucy_" Maya cut in.

Lucy held her by the arm and pulled her closer to the sofa.

"Well then, sit down, and let's talk."

Meanwhile, her parents and Mr. Adrian had been seated already.

Mr. Adrian stood up and addressed her.

"Maya, I don't think we should hide this any longer," he looked at everyone and raised a brow, "my son couldn't survive. Damien is dead and I think you should know now."

"No, wait, what?"

She smiled and pulled to sit on the rim of the sofa. She looked around if anyone would say it was a lie. But no, everyone kept the same sad gaze.

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for a while. She opened and it was the same thing again, tears flowed again into her gown.

******

In an office dominated by amber-brown color, King sat beside his desk.

On either side of the office was glass-walled and masked by blinds. Drake stood on the left-hand side and looked through the blinds with his back facing King.

King was seated with his leg over the other, he had smoked a cigar and it had burnt out, he was on his second one.

Unlike the king who preferred to be in a suit most of the time, Drake preferred just a shirt and something simple like a jean.

Drake was outfitted in a black shirt, blue jeans, and white canvas. However, King wore a black suit, and the first three buttons of his shirt were opened to give an impressive view of his upper chest.

Moving to facial descriptions, King had black unruly hair that had a strande across his forehead. He had thick brows which complimented his black eyes. His lips were visible enough as a result of his well shaven beard.

Drake had a well down-cut brown hair, and his hazel lighted anytime he smiled and showed his white teeth. He had no beard at all and his red lips would make any woman bow at his presence.

Drake moved towards the armchair behind the desk and held it.

"You have been busy with the Martinez family lately and you have not said a word about it."

Kind hesitated for a while, he threw his head back and smirked.

"You wouldn't have to know anything, stay put, wait and watch."

"You are going to destroy another family, isn't it?"

King grinned and nodded approvingly with no smile at all.

As King bent down to take his gun from the drawer, he asked.

"I told you to call them, did you, and what happened?"

"Yes, King, everything is in place. They have agreed. I told them to expect us at 9:00 pm." He answered.

"That's good." He praised as he left the remaining cigar on the ashtray and then started to wipe his gun with a white handkerchief.

"King, are you going with us?" Drake asked.

"Not very sure yet, check my schedule,"

"You won't be busy tonight," Drake

answered plainly.

"Okay then," he replied, and then laid the gun on the table.

"King?" He called with a brassy tone.

"What is it, Drake?"

"Do you know that girl, I mean Maya?" He asked with his brows shot up while he crooked his head.

"Not very much, all I know is that she is the princess of the family. I hope you are not thinking I like her, are you? King added to clarify himself.

"No, I wouldn't think that for a second, you don't do those. "

"Good, great, at least you know that," he remarked.

"So then, why are you bringing her here?"

He clasped his hand together on the table at looked at Drake through the lowered gaze.

"You should know!"

"I don't, King."

King ran his thumb on his lower lip and administered a fake smile. He then scratched his well-shaven beard.

"Why am I bringing her here? Do you want to know? Torment! I will make her life miserable, she's been living a princess life for too long. Someone's got to teach her what life really is. And I'm the only one to do that."

He stood up from his chair and walked straight to the glass walls with brown wooden frames.

"I mean who thinks that? Only you, I'm really sorry for her." Drake said, and walked away from the desk.

"Really, Drake? Since when?" He paused like he recited A to D. "Pour me a drink."

There was a table situated on the left side of him. The table had Whiskey, tequila, and three empty glasses.

He opened the bottle of whiskey and lowered it into the glass.

After he had sent it to him, he double-tapped him on the back. He poured the whiskey down his throat and gritted his teeth as a result.

"You know something, King, you scare me when you start acting like that? Something bad is about to happen? What are the next plans?" He asked, changing his expression to a curious one.

Without speaking, he moved to the drawer, opened and brought out a ring, and handed it to Drake.

Drake's eyes widened, he raised his brows and there were river lines visible on his forehead.

"No way! You are not serious, are you? Boss, have you thought about this very well?" Drake asked took a breath and then pulled a chair to sit on.

"You know what? I don't support this. No! No! King, This is not a good idea at all." He said calmly with a concerned expression.

"Pull yourself together, Drake. You are getting overboard. Know your limits, you don't tell me between right and wrong."

"No! I am like a brother to you and I am telling you this isn't good for you? She is a woman." Drake remarked seriously as he glimpsed at him.

"Doesn't it sound funny, What do you suppose, that I marry a man?"

"No, I don't mean that, I mean women are too finical for these kinds of games.

"And_?" I asked, cutting him off.

"And... adding marriage will damage her. Her would-be husband just died just two weeks ago."

He smirked and got behind Drake...

"That's what makes the game more interesting, and stop speaking as though you don't have an idea of who I am."

Drake leaned back into the armchair, he glided his hand under his jaw, and thought for a while.

"I am certain you are hiding something. You can't hate her for no reason. And I know very well it's not because of Damien. Tell me the truth."

King scoffed at him, he retired to his seat and lit another cigar. He left the cigar in his mouth as he leaned into his office chair, his eyes closed as he spoke.

"I don't hate her though she disrespected me once. Do you know that little girl disrespected me?"

Drake became more engaged, he sat straight and stared at King well.

"Interesting, then you mean you know her."

"I do, not very much," he answered without much interest.

"Tell me everything, King."

King frowned as if he did not want to remember that day. He poured the remaining liquor down his throat. He opened his eyes and it was burning with intense anger.

"Six years ago,"

"Really? Six years_?" Drake remarked as he cut him off.

"Drake? Are you ready to listen or not?"

"I will listen," Drake replied as he paid much attention.

"Good, because if I lose my temper, that will be all for you."