Threatening her to get their baby adopted by Maddy made Devon entertain the wild thoughts in her head. She is a mother and it’s only right and instinctual for her to keep Emily.
She had withdrawn from his grasp and would only constantly stay by the baby’s side protecting her and even preventing anyone from holding her.
A rumor began circulating in the mansion and into the other parts of the district about a mafia’s wife getting crazy over losing her twin son. On the other hand, Daemon’s power started declining, winning less gang fights and losing business deals to other groups in black market. The Farrows maintained their wealth and control over their territory and began reaching out to Devon.
One night, the Farrows ambushed Daemon on the way home.
“Henry, what is happening? Where is Daemon?” she asked, clutching the baby in her arms when Henry suddenly barged inside the room to wake her.
It’s like a déjà vu. Everyone is in chaos again. Cars are getting in and out of the garage and heavily armed men guard the mansion.
Without answering, he opened the closet to take out a bag and filled them with money and jewelry from Daemon’s safe.
“Henry, I am asking you! Where is Daemon? Where is my husband?”
He wiped off his sweat and zipped the bag. “I don’t know about his current condition. He could be dead or alive. The Farrows held him at gunpoint. No one knew if he made it out alive.”
“W-What?” In a daze, Devon almost fell to the floor if not for Henry quickly assisting her body. “It can’t be. No, he can’t just leave us. He’s not dead! Daemon is alive!”
She looked at her daughter. “I need to escape from here. Emily needs to be safe,” she thought.
“It doesn’t matter now. He’s clear with his orders to me. If something like this happens, I am responsible to keep you and the baby alive. Come on!”
They climbed into the car and were on the road in a minute. Feeling nauseated by the whole shocking event, she opened the window to let the fresh air in.
She is still in the denial stage about losing Daemon. It feels like she is floating in a big ball of darkness. Processing the possibility of her husband’s death is not sinking yet.
Henry stopped the engine beside another car in the middle of a deserted road and went out. He opened the passenger’s seat and helped her out.
“Take this with you.” He gently shoved the bag into her free hand. “From here, you will be on your own. The driver will drop you to a safe place. Goodbye and may you and the baby survive, Mrs. Druft.”
Hearing him address her by Daemon’s name made her emotional. Before she knew it, she broke down especially when her eyes met the innocent eyes of Emily. How could she possibly do it alone without him?
“I believe he is still alive. Daemon… he is still alive, Henry. You promised me you would contact me the moment you heard any news about him. Whether he’s dead or alive, I have to know. Can you promise me that?”
“Only if it’s safe. Yes, Devon. You can count on me.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Emily and I will be waiting for her dad.”
“Go now.”
She safely deposited herself and Emily on the backseat before waving at Henry. Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours but Devon seemed stuck in the mansion waiting for Daemon that they said that will never come. She’s tempted to call Daemon on the phone again but she’s just risking herself for another heartbreak. His phone keeps on ringing but no one is answering.
The driver checked on them from time to time. They had a stopover in a gas station to relieve themselves before embarking again on a trip where she had no idea where to take them.
She fell asleep but was soon awakened by gunshots not long after. Everything happened in a blitz.
“Daemon,” she silently called while hugging Emily and bracing for the impact.
The next thing she knew, they were bumped hard from behind and their car crashed into an electricity post.
In her last moment of consciousness, she was able to hear people talking. Someone opened the door and forcefully took her crying baby from her embrace.
All she could do is pray that her baby will live.
Daemon
Daemon woke up from a familiar ceiling inside Maggy’s house. Disoriented, he sat on the bed and closed his eyes. Memories of the attack came back to him.
He was driving home from an unsuccessful meeting with a client when a bomb suddenly exploded.
“Thank god, Daemon. Are you feeling okay now?” Maddy zoomed into his side, worry is written all over her face.
“Daemon? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”
He only stared at her at first. He’s feeling funny inside. Maggy’s face is dancing.
He removed the oxygen mask and spoke with difficulty, “Where is she? My wife. Where’s Devon and our baby?”
She didn’t reply until he repeated his question.
“She left you. See what I mean, Daemon? She saw an opportunity and grabbed it. Her family attacked you and Devon disappeared together with your daughter. That says something.”
“No, Devon is not like that. She’s not like that.”
He tried to stand up but the world spun around him and he had to get back to bed immediately.
“You won’t believe me? Then see for yourself.”
She gave him a phone which played a video. What he saw incited his anger. He threw the phone to the wall and shouted. The image of Devon with Henry kept replaying in his head.
With jaw clenched and fist curved, he promised to himself that he would search for his wife and bring her back.
“I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth just to find you and show you how I could be the most ruthless person you’ve ever met,” he said begrudgingly while looking at the pieces on the floor.