Avery fidgeted with her fingers and looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
"I-"
"You don't have to say anything, baby. Take your time and think about it."
Damien got up from his seat and smiled at her.
"I'm not going anywhere. "
Before he could get to the door, he turned and looked at her.
"And another thing."
"What?" Avery frowned.
"Greyson is your cousin."
Avery chuckled, but stopped when Damien smiled at her.
"You're kidding. Which Greyson?"
Damien held the door handle.
"The Greyson you know."
Avery moved in her seat.
"Does he know?"
"He doesn't, but he'd find out soon."
After that, the door clicked open.
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Alex sat at the head of the dining table, as usual, while everyone else took their usual seats.
The maids hurriedly served the food.
Alex gently squeezed Avery's hand, reassuring her that everything was okay.
Murmurs filled the hall when Greyson walked in with Emeralde. Everyone turned to look at the couple.
"Good evening," Greyson said.
He took the seat opposite Damien.
Damien looked at him and said.
"It's been long."
Greyson scoffed as he downed his water.
"You think? How many years has it been?"
Damien leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.
"Three years, I presume."
He moved forward and smiled.
"The last time I saw your papa, he was still dealing with shit in Mexico."
BANG!
Greyson slammed his palms against the dining table, startling everyone.
"You are not worth mentioning his name. You killed him."
"Greyson," Alex growled.
"Killed him? Me?" Damien scoffed.
Greyson's jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists as he glared at Damien.
"Don't fucking lie to me."
In one swift movement, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Damien.
"For fuck sake", Stefan murmured
Damien's smile disappeared. Without hesitation, he drew his own gun.
Within seconds, Alex, Stefan and Samuel drew their guns, aiming at Greyson and Damien.
Suzzy, Aurora and Emeralde looked scared, while Avery and Erica remained unfazed.
"Greyson, put the gun down," Emeralde pleaded, her voice trembling.
"Listen to her, Greyson. Put the gun down. You don't want to hurt the women, do you?" Stefan snapped.
Greyson scoffed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Damien.
"Why did you kill my father?"
"You stupid boy! You think I@d kill my flesh and blood?" Damien roared.
"You think I'll believe your lies? You're capable of killing anyone, no matter who they are!"
"Greyson, watch your mouth!" Damien warned.
Greyson lowered his gun slightly.
"BULLSHIT! I'm not a three-year-old child! I saw everything with my eyes. You killed him!"
Damien's jaw tightened.
"The person who killed your father was someone from the Gibson family."
"WHAT!" Everyone exclaimed