A/N: Picking up from where we left off in Damians POV in Chapter 5 but now in the perspective of our Peanut loving MC. So sad there's only one episode left before the break! But I'm glad to see the Anime getting much love.

Chap 7

Anya POV

The wind rushes against my skin as Damian weaves between the cars and he's not even going that fast yet. I know Papa is near, I've heard his thoughts briefly in the party but I wasn't able to pinpoint him with all the chaos. Maybe I can use this moment to my advantage. I squeeze Damian tighter and he looks back at me concerned.

"Can you take me where you like to think, I just need a moment before I go home." I say loudly trying to be heard over the roar of the engine. He nods and shoots forward, the party surely didn't go how any of us expected it to go.

Those guys weren't even in college once I got a closer look at them, I shake my head feeling stupid for not realizing it immediately. I shouldn't have been so distracted with Damian, I should've been paying attention to all of my surroundings. Those men weren't just ordinary sleazeballs, they were hired to get her and bring her to second location to be tortured for information. But they never said who they were hired by, but the level of importance of what they needed to do practically bled out of their thoughts once I honed in. Which means whoever needed this is going to be pissed that I thwarted it.

My grip tightens realizing that I might have just painted myself as a target, if they realize who I am. Bile almost rises to the back of my throat the faint taste of whiskey tries to resurface. Damian was with me, he might be implicated too! I just need a minute to think, and try and sort through everything we just went through.

Clearly whatever they wanted in her vault was valuable enough to cost these men's their lives, or incarceration at the very least for the attempt.

I'm not exactly sure how long we were riding before we pulled up at the side entrance of his large estate. My heart feels like it's beating rapidly realizing that I'm here at Damian's. I look around without moving my head too obviously, wondering if Papa is with me. But when I reach out with my thoughts I can't feel anyone outside of Damian's. But he's not thinking of anything in particular, he's just filled with nervous energy.

He helps me off his bike and I take the helmet off and put it on the back of his bike as I shake out my hair since it feels like it's sticking to the top of my scalp.

"We can't go inside, but there's a small lake nearby that I like to sit near and think." He says with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. Peering briefly into his thoughts, he's nervous because he's never had anyone come this close to his house. Let alone any of his favorite spots.

I nod my head in understanding, I peer at the estate as we walk by. Trying to mentally note anything out of the ordinary but aside from the eeriness I felt from looking at the estate. The pitch blackness that's coming from the thick forest adjacent to the property. Makes it feel like it'll be hard to focus my thoughts here. I bit my lip nervously, as I looked around the property. Other than the eeriness, it feels neatly manicured. As if the outside is posturing for the evil that could be within.

Damian reached for my hand and nudged it before lacing his fingers with mine, and I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I'm so full of anxiety, I don't know how Papa does it. "Breathe your okay, I got you." Damian says soothingly and adds "I know you're worried about Becky." I nodded my head solemnly using the excuse of Becky for the anxiety visible on my face.

We approach the lake a bit off to the property and he has a seat near the edge on the soft grass motioning me to join in. The fireflies are around us twinkling as a night light near the calm waters. The small gurgle of a few frogs but mostly the serenity of it all, brought me back down to earth than inside my own mind or others.

Thinking back to the start of all of this and how Senior year is already turning out into this shit show. The only thing so far that hasn't been that bad is Damian. Which I thought would've been my biggest obstacle since he is the target, but ended up being my ally throughout this ordeal.

For a split second I wanted to trust him and tell him the truth of it. But I know that I can't because if he knew of what I could do and who my father is, he could betray us and the world would fall into peril at a faster rate. Which I can't have happened either, I'm doing this to save the world and my family…

Looking at him as he gazes deep into the abyss of the lake lost in thought, I feel…bad for him. Here is a guy who is the son of the most horrible person on the planet to date, and I'm using him to get closer to his father. Knowing how he has some feelings for me, this feels wrong…

"I don't know what to do." I didn't realize I said aloud for him to respond. "We already did all we could, now it's a matter for the authorities." He says calmly, not fully grasping the situation but clearly he assumed I was still thinking of Becky instead of him.

Which shifted my worries back to Becky and I had to wonder what her role is in all of this. Becky doesn't seem the type to take over from her father. But then again she doesn't talk about her family much and when I'm there all I see is her and her staff. Which worries me more because it makes me feel like even with all of those people she may still feel alone.

"But what if they send more people after her? What if this is only the beginning?" I say exasperatedly, as my thoughts started to ramp up. Damian lifts his head to meet my gaze "What do you mean, send more people after her? Who? Why?" He raises a brow at me.

I have to be careful on how I word this so he doesn't ask me how I know. "Think about how those guys looked and acted. They weren't actually part of our school, nor the college nearby…so how did they get in the party?" I saw the wheels start turning in Damian's head but then he shrugs.

"Think about it Damian, if they were drugging her for what we thought. Why lead her toward the front door and not toward the bedrooms…unless they were planning on kidnapping her." His eyes widened, "You think they were going to hold her for ransom?"

No, but close enough.

"Maybe? I don't know, I'm just trying to make sense of it all." I say pulling my knees to my chest as I ponder more on my thoughts. Damian is quiet as he does the same. I don't push into his thoughts as I can't get a grasp on my own and that would just confuse me more.

He places a hand over mine comforting me, but I was left with a feeling of being unsettled, which I couldn't shake. I felt tingles in the back of my head, they were too far I couldn't hear their thoughts. I could just feel their emotions… Fear.

A scream broke through the tranquility that was once surrounding us calling out for help. Damian rose quickly exclaiming "Shit my dad's home, you need to leave now!". Without another word I rose as the screams got closer, I could hear a trickle of thoughts. I turned to face the forest even as I began my run ahead, trying to get focus and listen at the same time which was proving difficult

Kill…Must not…Uranium…sorry Katrina…POP POP

I pushed more pressure into my steps attempting to gain speed as I realized what I had just heard. Reliving the moment when I was kidnapped when I was first with Papa and the man was killed in cold blood in front of me. Made me shiver as I put on the helmet, thinking of the reality of the situation.

As a child I used to equate it all with entertainment because of the spy shows I'm actually still obsessed with. But as I grew older and wiser, I started to realize what exactly was going on around me. To realize the shit storm that's happening, and why this needed to be put to an end sooner than later.

I know it's super late but I can't go straight home just yet. I squeezed into Damian trying to relieve myself of this built up pressure inside me. I can feel Damian's heart beating against my breasts pressed to his back as I held on for dear life for what felt like a 100 reasons at once.

He must not be totally clueless about his father if he knows that danger is him when he's close. But that also makes me wonder, just how close is he to his fathers business or his older brother. But now I need to find out more about what his knowledge is about his father, but tonight I'm done.

I try to focus on the fast pace of the roadways that surrounded us which in an ironic way almost made me feel like I was in slow motion. I realize we're close to my apartment when I point up ahead and Damian nods and he circles into the parking lot near a playground. Where I dismount taking the helmet off and begin to hyperventilate uncontrollably, taking in gulps of air but it doesn't feel like the branches in my lungs are registering it.

Damian's by my side with his soothing words but they weren't enough. He scooped up my hair and held it back as I vomited the whiskey that was keeping me warm all night. The courage that was lacing my veins in all of the moments I had tonight. I started to wonder if I was even truly capable of doing any of this. Who was I kidding myself, pretending to be a spy to try and deceive this man who cares for me.

Slowly I start to gain control of my breaths as I think back to the night we had before it fell into chaos. The moments I had with him, although trying to gain intel, found a genuine moment with him that made me appreciate him more. He pulled a water bottle out of the saddlebag of his bike, and handed it to me as I drank some and used the rest to wash my mouth out. Damian waits on the bike, giving me a bit of space while I gain control of my bodily functions.

I toss the bottle in the nearest trash can and walk over to his bike feeling a bit better now that I emptied my stomach in the middle of a parking lot. Ugh!

Without another word I grab the helmet and hop on behind him as he heads to my house, like I didn't just do that. I want to slap myself for even doing that in front of him. How embarrassing…

I want to run inside my house as soon as it comes into view, I see Papa's car in front of the building so I know he made it back before us.

He pulls up behind my dad's car and I hop off and shake my hair knowing I definitely have helmet hair now. I can feel the nervous energy coming off Damian without even needing to channel anything, it's literally pouring out of him beside me.

He says "I'm sorry if this night isn't what you expected" rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed. I almost wanted to run but instead I rolled on my feet trying to show my equal nerves.

"For both of us… I didn't mean for you to get thrown into a fight at Becky's party…" I look up at the windows suddenly having the feeling that I'm being watched, "it was nice being at your house until…ya know…" my smile fades as I realize that someone lost their life today. Whether it comes up in the news tomorrow, I'll never know.

Damian lowers his head with slight pain apparent on his features as he says the words "I understand if you don't want to hang out again." I know I shouldn't because I'm clearly way in over my head, but Damian shouldn't have to deal with all of this alone. Whether I was there or not, he might have come out to his thinking spot and might have had to run to his room all alone. The thought humbles me, since he was clearly just as afraid as I was when we heard the screams. Looking into his hazel eyes, I want to believe that he is nothing like his father. That this man could be different, maybe it's because I want him to be different. I don't know if I'm already too late, but I feel like I have to try.

"I don't want to say no Damian, because nothing you did tonight was your fault. I just need to take some time to figure out how I feel after everything. But just know that all the bullshit aside, I was having a nice night with you…" he lowers his head like I'm scolding him like a puppy, "but, maybe I'll let you make it up to me, once I feel up to it." I say and lean in kissing his cheek.

Before losing my nerve I hoist my backpack over my shoulder and unlock the door hearing his bike take off once I was through the doors heading upstairs. To where I know papa is up and waiting for me. Is he going to pretend to be asleep? Or is he going to give me the riot act?