Chapter 2 Devils Incarnate

"Maya, please. We need your help. How would you feel if we all ended up dead, Maya? We're talking about Don Damon here.” After my father slapped me, my mother started sobbing and persuaded me to agree to my father's demands. "Mom, we should start packing Maya’s clothes. Don Damon will be here soon. We can not let him wait." My sister Anna suddenly stood up from my chair and urged my mom to pack my bags. Incredulously, I looked up at Anna and realized she was sneering at me provocatively.But before I could say anything, my father interrupted me again and said to my mother, “Anna is right. We can not let Don Damon wait. Go to pack for Maya. I will leave with Don Damon soon.” "father!" I shouted. "Maya, this is the first good thing you've done since you were born. And I'm so proud of you." Before my protests could be uttered, my father suddenly hugged me and said he was proud of me. My mother also looked at me with grateful eyes. I had never felt the love they gave me before, and in this moment I was suddenly touched.I felt a surge of happiness. For the first time in my life, my father appreciated me and my mother said she loved me. Finally, I made up my mind that I would make this sacrifice for my family, no matter the cost. Which, I hoped, wouldn't be much. Suddenly, a servant burst into the room, my face filled with anxiety. "Don is here," she exclaimed. My father glanced at Anna and my mother. "Both of you should leave. Don't let him see you," he ordered. "Except for you, Maya." I felt nervous, but I still immediately sat back down.The anticipation and fear had caused my nipples to harden even more. My sweat had also dampened my white clothes, making my body quite visible underneath. I hugged my shoulders tightly, knowing that Don would soon be seated at the head of the table. I clenched my fist around my gown, my eyes fixed on the entrance of the dining hall. I could hear footsteps. Getting closer and closer, Don Damon entered. His presence was intimidating. Despite the lack of cold weather, I couldn't help but tremble. His gray eyes met mine, but I couldn't find any emotion in his expression. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, left unbuttoned. The shirt collar was neatly folded, but two buttons on the shirt were undone. I thought to myself, "Neat but terrifying." As he looked around the room, his eyes landed on a girl who was staring at him with fear. I was the only other person in the hall besides my father, and he immediately knew I was the culprit. Hatred filled his heart. However, he couldn't deny that I was beautiful. my green eyes were captivating, even though they trembled with fear. His heart grew colder. I didn't know genuine fear yet. As his gaze shifted away from mine, I noticed my father struggling to stand up from his seat. I watched as he respectfully greeted the Don. The Don's eyes returned to me. I felt a wave of confusion wash over my and lowered my gaze, biting my lip. Remembering my manners, I stood up and bowed, my face to the ground. "Is she?" I heard him ask. His deep voice took charge. "Yes, Boss," I replied. I heard him slowly approach me, and then he pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. He placed his hand on the table, tapping it lightly. I remained motionless as if frozen in place. He didn't need any more proof that I had leaked the information to the police. The information that had nearly cost him something very important. He was determined to make my pay, no matter the cost. But the first thing, he picked up the paper in front of him and saw my signature on it. A smile formed on his face. It was done. He held my life in his hands. He glanced up at me, extending his legs while reclining in the seat, "Hey, look at me," he commanded. I remained motionless, standing there trembling like a leaf, which only fueled his anger. He despised having to repeat himself, and the sooner I realized it, the better for both of them. He rose to his feet, casually walked around the table, and then halted in front of me. He forcefully tugged my hair, causing me to gaze up at him, feeling the pain shoot through my scalp as he held onto it tightly. I winced, suppressing my tears. My hands instinctively grasped my hair as he forcefully pulled it down again, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I'm talking to you. Look at me!”