Chapter 3 3

Damon Matteo.

".... however roads have been blocked around the main lands leading in mechuset. The thunderstorm seems to have done a lot of damage and there's been a report that a lot of waterside warehouses were affected. These includes the Alpha Line wine vine....."

"Fuck" I cursed again as I watched the news on my flat screen tv from above. I reached a hand up to find my necktie and tried to undo it as it suddenly suffocated me. I didn't know which suffocated me more. The necktie or the news broadcasting on the TV.

Everything I've built in that sick town In Italy was all going to ruins now. I gave a deep growl. I wanted to vent my anger. And I knew this wasn't the right place to do so. People were everywhere and they would learn of the monster that I am.

"Your flight to Madagascar is ready sir." I heard Julio's voice speak from behind me again, causing me to growl again. I'd completely forgotten about this trip after this news came on a few minutes ago. And now I'm gonna have to reschedule.

The door pushed open and Meredith walked in, uncertainty in her eyes as she saw my angry face.

"Uh.... Sir, the lady is still waiting for you outside. Would you still like to see her? Or would you like her to come some other time."

Moving back to my desk, I replied "it won't be necessary, ask her to leave."

After Meredith left, I picked what I needed and walked out, my bodyguards following behind me. I decided to stop at my house first and think about what to do first. I needed to be in Madagascar, I also needed to be at Italy tomorrow. Fuck.

As I walked out with Julio and the rest of my men, I hadn't paid much attention to anybody in particular until I heard the words being thrown at me, forcing me into a stop. I turned to see a tall woman.... I and watched her. Apparently she'd been the woman who'd come for interview. I didn't pay much attention, could barely hear what she's saying exactly. But as the minutes passed I came to the conclusion that she was angry. But I wasn't having it. I wasn't in the mood to be calm right now or to undo this. I was getting sicker and sicker the longer I stayed here.

"I already hired." Was the only words that came to mind to tell her before turning and leaving. She was angry but I didn't care. I wasn't in a mood to be calm right now.

"Take me home." I said to the driver as I sat down on my car's back seat with Julio. He puts his iPad on and spoke as soon as the car sped into the road.

"Sir I have a report on your warehouse in Italy," he said as he read something from his tab.

"What?" I asked curiously, a part of me burning up in anger as I anticipated the news.

"It's your brother," Julio said as he looked up at me. "Landon had been spotted there throughout yesterday. He's the only suspect for now."

I looked forward with a soft groan, more anger building up in my head. Landon. That prick.

One week later, I was flying to Madagascar, determined to put everything that's been happening behind me. After much investigation on my warehouse, I came to the better conclusion that Landon was behind everything that happened even if there wasn't any solid evidence to pin him with. But I knew my brother better. Landon may be my older brother but he has never wanted anything good for me. It has always been that way since our parents died.

And I was determined to come to the root of their death by going back to where it all started. Madagascar.

I arrived early in the morning. I'd asked Julio to stay back and join me in a few days time. For the time being I was going to take care of the old cabin myself. I groaned harshly once I stepped into the creepy house. I should have hired that woman. Skipper. Skipper. I repeated her name in my head. Odd name for a girl as beautiful as her. I'd read her resumé over a hundred times to have her name stuck in my head.

The idea was to hire someone to come down here with me. Someone new. Someone different. Someone who didn't know who I truly was.

"Pretty nice place if you ask me." A voice said from behind me and I turned away from the wall I was facing enjoying the view outside to see the man standing with his side leaned against the balcony door, his arms folded across his chest, his black long sleeves and pants fitting perfectly and a perfect smirk on his lips. Casper.

Casper was my old time friend. He was fond of the only habit of disappearing. He only showed up when there's a problem. Which made me ask what I asked the instant I saw him. "What the fuck is it now?"

Casper was known by women for his walking style. Asides the fact that he had his signature look of dressing up in leather jackets, he walked with a smirk on his lips at all times, his chest pushed out as he walked.

"A little Birdy told me that you're up to no good, friend." He said as he crossed the room to me, stopping to grab the bottle of alcohol on a table and pouring a glass for himself "so I'm here to tell you that you've managed to climbe up with witches radar."

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.

He drinks from his glass before looking at me and saying "obviously someone has to explain why the hell I saw Elizabeth Matteo leaving Celeste's house yesterday night."

My heart stopped instantly, his words ringing in my ears.

"So tell me Damon, " he said as he set the glass cup down "what is your dead mother doing in town?"

That's impossible. My mother died twenty two years ago. I saw her get lowered into the ground. I watched her take her last breath. I watched the life leave her eyes. I watched them turn icy stone.

Casper slowly advanced towards me before he added "and it has become a concern to the coven about your identity. You're a hybrid, friend." Then he swung at me and I dodged fast, causing him to collide into the wall.

"Don't make this any harder, Damon." He growled as he slowly shifted into his wolf form.

I didn't understand all of this and I was finding it hard to comprehend everything at once. But I knew I wasn't going to let Casper beat me so easily. So I shifted with a loud wail and ran into him, pushing him off the building and crashing outside.