Damon drove a black Ferrari 250 GTO. It was an exact replica of the car that Tom Cruise drove in the film Vanilla Sky. It was his dream car. His first huge purchase when he started making real drug money.
That was of course after doing the renovations to the boardinghouse to make it livable for he and Stefan.
But other than that Damon didn't spend money like that in excess.
Having grown up in a poor small town in Louisiana, he knew what it was like to go without. Birthdays and Christmas were like any other day in his house. No presents to speak of.
His father was a no account drunk who couldn't keep a steady job and used to take his anger out of their mother by beating her ass every time the mood struck him to do so, which was often.
When Damon was ten, he and Stefan came home from school one day to find their father strangling their mother to death in the kitchen.
Grabbing a dirty knife out of the sink, he stabbed his father in the neck killing him.
When the police came Lily Salvatore told them that she stabbed her husband in self defense and they believed her seeing for themselves the horrible damage done to her face and Giuseppe Salvatore's own angry red hand prints around her white neck.
Lily made her two young sons swear to never tell a living soul the truth of what really happened.
If it was possible things went from bad to worse after their father's death.
At least with Giuseppe alive there was a little bit of money coming into the household with the odd jobs that he would pick up here and there, but now with him gone, there was nothing.
Lily got a job as a waitress at a local diner, but that wasn't enough to cover the bills and food, so that's when Damon started shoplifting from stores in order to feed his family.
He was twelve the first time he went to juvenile.
By then he was a professional petty thief stealing more than food and he got busted for stealing money from an open cash register at a convenience store when the store clerk turned away for a second to answer a customer's question and Damon snatched a handful of cash and ran, but got caught by another customer who was entering the store.
The judge he stood before decided to teach him a lesson to scare him straight, but the opposite ended up happening with Damon learning how to be even more of a criminal.
Having made some new friends while in the detention center, Damon got pulled into stealing cars for chop shops when he got out.
That lasted a while, but when it became too risky, he slowed down on stealing cars because it wasn't worth it considering the small amount of money he was making.
That's when he got into selling drugs.
By the time he was sixteen he was the one paying all the bills and keeping a roof over their heads.
He was in and out of the Louisiana juvenile justice system until he turned eighteen.
Damon went to jail for the first time in his life at nineteen and had to serve six months because his mother couldn't afford to post bail.
While he was away, Lily died in her sleep. She went to bed one night and never woke up. She was only thirty-nine years old.
When they did the autopsy on her body, they discovered that she died of a brain aneurysm.
After the death of their mother, Damon and Stefan were all each other had.
Even with more than enough money sitting in his bank account now to be able to afford to take his baby to a certified auto shop for repair, Damon preferred to work on his Ferrari himself.
Knowing how to take practically any car apart and put it back together, Damon could be an auto mechanic if he ever wanted a legit occupation because that's how much he knew about cars.
And that's where Stefan found his brother, out front on the side of the house, draped underneath the hood of his car.
Stefan stood on the opposite side of the expensive black vehicle and watched him work for a few moments, deciding how to broach the subject of Bonnie not knowing how his brother would react, so he knew he had to tread carefully.
"Hey you got a minute?"
"For you little brother, always. What's up?"
"It's about Bonnie."
Damon's head lifted just enough for him to make brief eye contact with his younger brother before returning underneath the hood of his car to finish what he was doing.
"What about her?"
"I caught her snooping in your office, or more specifically in your desk. She was looking through one of your drawers when I came into the room. When I asked her what she was doing, she said that she was looking for a pen."
The frown that had marred Damon's brow suddenly relaxed. "Then there you go. She was looking for a pen."
"Damon there was a pen sitting on top of your desk."
"Well maybe she didn't see it."
"That's what she said when I pointed it out to her."
Damon finally abandoned the work he was doing to the car and leaned back up, wiping clean the monkey wrench in his hand with a dingy towel.
"And you didn't believe her. Why? What do you think she was looking for?"
The other man sighed. "I-I don't know...but I don't trust her."
"You don't trust her." Damon repeated slowly as if mauling over Stefan's words in his head.
"Look I'm sorry, I know she's your fantasy girl, but one of us needs to keep a level head around here. I think she's bad news. You need to cut her loose before something bad happens."
Fantasy girl?
Yeah, maybe when everything all started. But not now. Not anymore.
His feelings for Bonnie had grown much deeper than that. Much much more. And he wasn't cutting her loose for anyone. Not even for his brother.
"I'm in love with her, Stefan."
Never hearing his older brother utter those words before about any woman, the younger Salvatore was quiet a moment as he digested that and then he spoke.
"One of us need to keep a level head Damon." He insisted.
In the blink of an eye, Damon's handsome countenance went from being open and vulnerable to closed off and chilly.
"Mind your own business little brother. My relationship with Bonnie should be of no concern to you, so please stay out of it."
Stefan was done trying to tip toe around shit in order to spare Damon's feelings.
"Your relationship?! Are you kidding me, what relationship? You fucking raped her Damon! Do you think a woman forgets something like that?! She's playing you brother! But your nose is so wide open that you can't see it! She's up to something, man! Open your gotdamn eyes before it's too late!"
If it had been anyone else standing there saying those things to him, Damon would have his hands around their neck squeezing the very life out of them. But Stefan was his brother. His baby brother. For a long time it was just the two them against the world, but that wasn't the case anymore. Now there was Bonnie. The woman that he loved. And Stefan needed to accept that.
Damon came around the car to were Stefan stood and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him into a fierce hug.
"Stef, you know that I love you and that I always will because you're my baby bro. You're the only family I got. But I need you to accept Bonnie. Otherwise the two of us are going to have a problem."
Damon kissed Stefan's head before letting him go and walking way, leaving his brother standing there feeling sick to his stomach with worry.
Bonnie stood underneath the shower slightly panicking because Stefan caught her going through Damon's desk and she gave him some lame excuse about looking for a pen. She could tell by his face that he didn't believe her. And why would he? It was stupid and a damn pen was sitting right there on top of the desk in front of her. But she was so startled to see him standing there that it was the first thing to come out of her mouth when he asked her what she was doing.
Bonnie knew without being told that he was going to go to Damon about this, hence her panicking because she was scared of what he might do to her.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the bathroom door open and close shut.
But the shower door opening, grabbed her attention and she turned to see Damon standing there naked...and partially erect.
Bonnie swallowed hard as he joined her inside of the shower. He stood underneath the spray of water next to her allowing himself to get wet as well.
Not knowing what to do, she stood there silently and waited for him to make a move.
Had Stefan already gone to him about what he saw her doing in his office?
Catching Bonnie off guard, Damon suddenly backed her against the shower wall. "Touch it...put your hand around it."
Fear licked Bonnie's spine.
Did Damon know about her snooping in his office? Was he angry? Was he going to hurt her?
All of those thoughts went through her head as she stared up into his blank face.
She glanced down at his dick that was almost pointing right at her as it continued to rise up between his legs.
Not once since coming into the shower was Damon aggressive with her.
In fact, he hadn't touched her at all, instead telling her to touch him.
Her hand slightly shook as she reached for his swollen member.
Feeling her hand surround him made Damon shudder with pleasure and he briefly closed his eyes before getting a hold of himself.
"Slowly glide your hand up and down it in a jerking motion."
Bonnie did as he instructed and watched him grow bigger and stiffen in her tiny hand.
Damon braced his hands against the wall just above her head letting out a pleasurable groan.
Bonnie watched him close his eyes, licking his lips.
Not wanting to come, but get fully erect, Damon stopped her. "Spread your legs a little."
Bonnie's feet moved apart until her legs were spread.
"Now guide my huge cock to your pretty pussy and rub me against your clit."
Heat bloomed in her cheeks at the dirtiness of his words.
With hooded eyes Damon watched Bonnie use his dick like a toy to stimulate herself and it took everything in him not to thrust his hips and enter inside her when she closed her eyes, biting her lip in concentration.
But he wasn't going to do that because this was a test.
If she wanted him, then she would have to make it happen herself.
Witnessing Bonnie get off on pleasuring herself with his dick was the sexiest thing Damon had ever seen in his life. He was so turned on by her that he almost gave in and penetrated her.
But he didn't and waited to see what she would do.
Bonnie looked up at Damon as if she was expecting him to take over.
Knowing that was what she was waiting for, he didn't move and explained the situation to her. "You're in control. So if you want it...take it."
Damon almost came right there in Bonnie's hand when the expression on her face changed into that sexy as fuck haughty look she used to give him before she became afraid of him.
That look that said that he wasn't fit to lick the bottom of her shoes.
She let go of his dick. "Fuck you!"
"Well that's the whole point Bonnie. To fuck. Isn't it? But the ball's in your court...no pun intended. You call the shot."
"Never." She said through clenched teeth.
There was no way in hell she would ever do that because it would be like admitting that she wanted him and that would make her just as sick as he was.
"Then sorry, no dick for you, girlie."
Damon then gave Bonnie his back, giving her a great view of his gorgeous white ass and began soaping up his body like it was the easiest thing in the world for him to turn away from her like that when in actuality it took unbelievable strength of will not to pry her legs apart and fuck them both into oblivion.
Ignoring how her traitorous body cried out in frustration, Bonnie left Damon to his shower.