418 A Night Out 5

Damien and Detective Donovan's voices woke Katherine up. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and her vision was still somewhat blurry. She and Amelia hadn't been sleeping long as they were only brought in twenty minutes ago.

Though she couldn't see him clearly yet, she could already see his form and she knew right away that it was him. "Oh, my King is here~" she sang. Her face was still flushed and she had a silly grin painted on her face.

Next to her was Amelia, who got woken up by Katherine's announcement. "What? Oh! The bossy man is here, Kitten?"

Hearing their words, Damien's gaze narrowed at them in pure bewilderment. He had so many questions running in his head but he didn't know which one to ask first or if he should even ask at all. The two had been talking about him behind his back? He mildly scoffed. His expression was laced with full disbelief as he was amused and annoyed at the same time.

Sighing, he turned to the detective and asked, "Could we move them somewhere?" Despite the build-up of his anger, he knew the floor was cold. At one point he thought he should just turn his back and leave them there until they sobered up but who was he kidding? He couldn't do that. He was battling with himself and he was already losing.

"Sure, of course. I intend to move them before you arrive anyway. I just have to get the investigation room cleared." Detective Donovan ordered one of the policemen to unlock the jail cell and as soon as it was opened, Katherine dashed towards Damien and hooked her arms around his neck.

He held her by the waist to steady her up as she was still intoxicated and couldn't keep a straight posture. When she stood on tiptoe, only then did he realize that she was barefooted which made him frown. She had removed her shoes and left them inside the cell. Looking down at her, he saw her smile slip and she grimaced before saying, "You're such a bad person."

Damien could smell the alcohol around her, mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke that probably came from the club they went to, masking her faint sweet smell. His expression was unreadable as he looked at her but when he heard her words, his jaw ticked. "Look who's talking. I'm not the one who got arrested."

Her eyes were half-closed and her pout deepened when she turned to Amelia who was standing at the side and she said, "See? I told you he's mean to me."

Damien glanced at his mother who was just as drunk as Katherine and saw her nod in agreement. He could only shake his head seeing that the two were in cahoots. And the worse thing was, he didn't know which one was the bad influence—his Kitten, or his mother?

Inside the investigation room, there was a rectangular metal table that was bolted on the floor and three metal chairs. Craig sat at one end while Katherine and Amelia sat on the other. Each had a cup of hot coffee in front of them but only the women had blankets over their shoulders. Damien stood on their left while the detective on their right.

Damien studied Katherine and Amelia, taking in the messy hair and glittery outfit that peeked through the blankets. There was no use mulling over what had happened already, so he put his hundreds of questions aside. Since his mother refused to talk to the detective, he decided to start the questioning himself.

He looked at the two whose glare was fixed at Craig and asked, "You stole from the club?"

Katherine was quick to point at Amelia and innocently ratted her out, "She did."

Amelia nonchalantly picked up the glass of water next to the coffee and sipped, avoiding her son's judgy eyes.

He took a deep breath and asked another question, "And you two beat up a man?"

This time, it was Amelia who pointed at Katherine. "It was her idea."

Like the child that she was at the moment of intoxication, Katherine pointed at Craig, "He grabbed her ass." In which, Amelia agreed and added under gritted teeth, "He squeezed it." And as if that wasn't enough, Katherine continued, "He also had his arm around my waist." Of course, Amelia just had to add fire, "And mine."

"You liked it!" Craig smirked.

Damien's eyes darkened hearing all the noise while images of what happened played in his mind. He turned to Craig with a menacing glare. This man dared to put his hands all over his woman and his mother. Damien could just kill him right now. Grabbing by the collar with one hand, his other clenched into a fist as he bit out, "You already laid a hand on Alianna and now you even touched them? I think I haven't beaten your senses out of you enough."

"Chairman Park…" Donovan stopped him and though he was reluctant, he released Craig and stepped aside.

"Look at them! Wearing like that in a club. They're asking for it," Craig muttered.

As soon as the last words left his mouth, Katherine and Amelia dashed forward wanting to strangle him to death. Damien was quick to sweep Katherine by the waist, his arm locking around her while she tried to kick and grab Craig—Donovan did the same to Amelia. The two women were simply wild and reeked of bloodlust.

It took the two gentlemen so much effort to put them back down on the chair, finally, the two troublemakers agreed to behave.

When the room was quiet again, Detective Donovan turned to Amelia, "Where is that thing you stole?"

Amelia refused to look at the detective but her eyes shifted and met Damien's who was waiting for her to say or do something. Reluctantly, she pulled the photo out of her dress—she hid it in the front of her tummy, below her chest. Then, she carefully placed it on the cold metal table in front of her. Her hand was slightly shaking and her eyes instantly reddened as she stared at it.

Donovan picked it up and he let out a small sigh when he saw the photo. His eyes darted from Amelia and back to the photo before showing it to Damien.

Unsure of what he was going to find, Damien knitted his brows at the item on Donovan's hand. Seeing that it was only a mere picture made him even more confused. They got drunk and went to a notorious nightclub. He couldn't believe that they did all that and for what? Just to steal a photograph? What was so important about it?

Receiving the old picture carefully, he looked at it and the expression on his face went from hard to unreadable. He swallowed when he couldn't lift his gaze away from the picture. 

Damien's heart swelled and he didn't understand the emotions that coursed through him as he stared at the old photograph on his hand. Because it was a photo of his mother—Amelia, and his father—Lawrence with smiles on their faces while their hands rested on top of Amelia's belly.