As he strode down the hallway, he felt all eyes on him, whispers somehow engulfing him. All attention focused on him.
And?
He cared less.
He had his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked nonchalantly down the hallway. His crisp white dress shirt fitting him properly, showing off his muscles. His hair was swept back perfectly, illuminating his perfection.
Every step.
Every move...
Radiated pure power and unrelenting dominance as he moved, his icy blue eyes searching. They were sharp, and they drank in the sights like a predator studying its prey. His movements were calculated, proving his power and determination as he moved.
To the casual observer, he was just another alluring and perilous-looking new transfer student, his hands buried in his pockets, a bored expression on his face.
But—
He wasn't.
He was more than that.
Damian Blackwood had a mission—one he vowed to accomplish at all costs in the fastest possible time.
No.
He wasn't here for classes.
He wasn't here for friends.
He was sent on a mission to bring back Damon Blackwood, the runaway son of his ruthless uncle. The Blackwood family wanted their wayward son back. Alive or broken, it didn't matter. Damian had been given clear instructions: Find him. Trap him. Drag him home.
And he knew he had to do so. After Damon Blackwood ran away from home some years ago, the founder of the Blackwood crime family, his father, was determined to find his son. But after failing countless times, he decided to give up since he had another son, Douglas Blackwood.
Older, more ruthless, disdainful, and more contemptuous.
Douglas Blackwood followed his father's steps keenly and flawlessly, not wanting to piss his father off.
Then?
After some time, Douglas Blackwood died.
Mysteriously.
Leaving his father alone. Leaving Drex Blackwood, his father and the owner of the Blackwood family, to realize that he needed Damon Blackwood more than he had ever needed.
Damon was supposed to be the sole heir of the Blackwood crime family, but he was missing. Probably living a crime-free life.
Putting his past behind him.
But no.
That is not how it should be. He is supposed to take control of the Blackwood empire. After proper tracing and investigations taken place by the best investigators in the Blackwood crime family, they found out he was in college, in City Z.
That is where Damian Blackwood comes in.
Just like Douglas Blackwood, Damian followed the rules flawlessly... even if he didn't want to... he had to.
"Drex is not to be disobeyed easily, my little Devil. It pisses him off."
His father, Drex's twin brother, always warned him. And Damian never tried to forget... Ever.
Damon was his childhood best friend and cousin, and they both shared the same nickname...
Devil.
Because it described who they really were in reality more than any other word could. Damian didn't get why Damon ran away. As a matter of fact, Damian Blackwood vividly remembered how happy Damon was those days.
How happy he was doing crime... torturing and fooling others.
Why then would he run?!
Although Damian didn't want to, he had to find Damon and return him to his father, and with proper calculation, his mission wasn't supposed to last too long.
They picked him for the mission because they believed he was the closest to Damon and was the only one who could convince him.
And to him, they weren't telling a lie at all. Damian Blackwood was more determined to bring Damon back than he had ever been about anything.
A smirk tugged at his heart-shaped lips as he spotted Damon Blackwood entering a class.
Damian picked his phone from his pocket.
Message: Confirmed. He is the one.
****
He held the doorknob and cranked the door open, his movements sharp and precise. And when he marched in and spotted Damon Blackwood, the devilish grin on his lips deepened.
Damon Blackwood had his phone in hand and seemed to be playing a game. He seemed immersed in the game that he did not hear someone enter the class and walk towards him.
Damian stopped his movement when he stood behind his target.
He rested his hand on the shoulder of Damon, the other hand still dug into his pocket.
Damon looked up.
Then he flinched.
Eyes widening in the process.
"Long time no see... Devil," Damian's resonant voice spoke, and Damon stood up, just staring with surprise.
"How have you been, Damon?" Damian spoke again, waiting on an answer. But when one came, his eyes widened rather.
With clenched fists and gritted teeth, Damon spoke.
"It's Logan Hayes now. Call me Logan."