First Come Love
After the meeting Elijah took Damon him on a tour of the new factory, which was a short drive away on five-acre property. To say Damon was impressed was an understatement. The seven story factory was state of the art, and probably had more security than Fort Knox.
"We've had a few breeches in security with the opening happening soon people understandably want to take a peek behind the curtain." Elijah explained to him as they headed back out of the new factory.
"So once the factory is opened will you be headed back to New York?" Damon asked settling back in the cart.
Elijah hesitated for a second before answering. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. This division of M.G.I. is going to be my division. The media reported that I'm only here to get the factory up and running but that's not the whole truth
"So why the cloak, and dagger routine?" Damon asked intrigued.
"My brother, and I work hard to make it sure we're seen as a packaged deal so that way the competition won't try and play us off one another. It also applies to the rest of the family as well except for Finn.
The whole world knew of the Mikaelson Brood. Freya, Kol, Rebecca, and Henrick were all part of M.G.I. brand in one form of the other with Klaus, and Elijah at its head.
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you how important it is to keep this piece of information quiet." Elijah said parking near the garage.
"Why are you telling me?" Damon counted before answering.
"You, and your company are now part of a brand that puts family, loyalty, and dedication before anything else. If at any time you betray any of those ideals you will have our family's full wrath to deal with, and I assure you that is not something you ever want to happen." Elijah warned.
Damon looked in his eyes and saw that it wasn't a threat but a promise.
"You have nothing to worry about from me." Damon said solemnly.
They shook hands one last time before going their separate ways.
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"Daddy I'm back!" Bonnie announced as she let herself in her father's two-story Bungalow styled house.
"In the kitchen Cricket." He called from the kitchen.
Bonnie removed her outerwear, hanging up her coat before making her way to the two-seater kitchen.
"Whatcha making? It smells delicious." She said as she hugged him before pulling off the lid from a pot. She looked inside of the pot where there was a thick red sauce bubbling happily away. She took a deep breath inhaling the savory smell causing her stomach growl loudly.
"It's chili." Her father said.
"With or without beans?" she asked as she gingerly stuck her finger in the pot to "taste" it.
"Without. What am I a heathen?" Rudy asked affronted. "Hey cut that out!" He ordered after seeing her going back in the pot with a spoon.
"But I'm dying." She moaned dramatically. To prove her point her stomach let out another growl.
Her father remained unmoved as he put the lid back on the pot. "I need you to go a beer run." He told her standing guard in front of the stove. "We're going to celebrate your homecoming in style."
"Fine." She said in a huff licking the remaining sauce off the spoon before putting it in the sink. "I'll go as long as I can take Shelia."
Shelia was her great-grandfather's FN M86 Super Sport Motorcycle. She and her father lovely restored it after her grandmother gifted it to her on her 18th birthday. Whenever she left the country, she kept it stored in her father 's garage, it's been two years since she rode her baby.
"Deal you know where the keys are. Make sure you bring back the good stuff." Her father said.
Bonnie gave her father a kiss on the cheek before heading for her stashed gear upstairs.
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"What are your plans now that you've achieved world domination?" Alaric joked when Damon got back in the car.
"If I'm the Brain, does that make you Pinky?" Damon asked.
Rick snorted as he pulled out of M.G.I.'s parking lot.
"I was thinking of hitting up the gym, and then the Grill later. I need to celebrate Damon style." He said referring to himself in the third person.
'Damon Style' was a polite euphemism meaning his house was about to look like the playboy mansion for the night. He was glad Jo trusted him, because any other wife wouldn't be secure after catching the women that Damon partied with.
"Wanna join me at the gym?" Damon asked as he scrolled through his messages.
"Sure. Jo took the girls to visit her father for the weekend so Casa de Saltzman is a temporary bachelor pad." He boasted driving along downtown Mystic Falls.
"Yeah, right sweet little Josette will feed you your balls if you mess up her house." Damon challenged him.
The last time he had visited Rick he had made the mistake of putting his feet up on a little table in their living room she had ripped him a new one.
"True guess I'll have to settle on watching Frozen 2 again." He said.
Damon shook his head in disbelief, he and Ric used tear up the town together but the minute he met Jo he kicked Damon's ass along with his shenanigans to the curb.
"Pathetic." Damon sneered at him
He just shrugged as they pulled into Damon's massive driveway.
"Wanna come in, and wait while I change clothes?" Damon asked as he got out of the car.
Ric put the car in park, and followed Damon to the main house. Having been to Damon's home enough he veered left to the massive entertainment room to watch some of the football game while Damon got ready to go to the gym. It had to be no more than two seconds when he heard Damon scream his name from upstairs.
Thinking his friend was in trouble he pulled out his gun, and bounded up the stairs two at a time.
"What? What happened?" He demanded as he swept the room. That's when he smelt it.
"I'm going to kill that bitch!" Damon vowed.
Amber out of spite had literally marked her territory...