"I do. I just do not trust Daemon." Carla frowned.
"He has a short fuse. A really short one. And his temper is explosive to boot. He doesn't care about anyone or anything if he gets mad. I heard Derila ran away after she injured him, so I was worried he might push all that anger onto you."
"You do not know your brother at all, and you're his sister." Zayn shook his head and smiled drily.
"Daemon didn't spend all that time trying to catch Derila just to treat his condition."
"Why did he capture her then?" Carla asked.
"Wait, is it really…"
"Yes, love of course. Love." Zayn pinched her cheek.
"You're really slow, aren't you?"
"Fine. I did suspect that love might be a possibility. Daemon probably feels something for Derila, but I have no idea how deep that feeling goes." Carla postulated.
"I just think he doesn't care about anyone or anything. Not even his kids. He doesn't seem to love his kids, unlike you."
"No. He does love his kids." Zayn saw through Daemon easily.
"But he just doesn't know how to show his love. Take it slow. This is going to be a slow burn."
"You have a point, Hubby." Carla nodded.
"Oh, and how'd you convince Daemon to let Randy go anyway?"
"I did not. Derila gave herself in, so I took the chance to take our boy back."
"I am sorry?"
"Alright, so here's how it went…" Zayn told Carla everything about the event that happened a while ago.
But when he was done, Carla seemed restless.
"You want to take us to him tomorrow? Did I hear that right?"
"Yes. I have one goal for the negotiation tomorrow: to settle the score between Derila and Daemon."
"You want them to reach an understanding?" Carla was even more confused at that point.
"You'll understand eventually."
They kept talking about the events that happened and the meeting they would have to attend the next day. Eventually, they got back to Northridge.
Freda and Rogan came out with the other bodyguards to take the children in, then Naya checked Randy's injury and fed him some medicine for his condition.
After they settled the children down, Zayn and Carla went back to their bedroom. Zayn was feeling better after going through a healing session and getting reunited with his family. He could move his arms now, and turning around became a lot easier.
Alright. I can hug Carla again while I sleep.
Carla lay in his embrace and held his cheek as she gazed at him gently.
"Have I gotten ugly or something?" Zayn huddled closer and gave her a gentle kiss. It was their first kiss in a while, and it lit the flames of desire that were buried deep within them.
Things were starting to get hot and heavy, and Zayn tried to pin Carla down, but the moment he made a move, he tore his wound open, and the pain seared.
"Are you alright?" Carla quickly held him.
"I am fine." Zayn stopped moving and he lay back down helplessly.
"Great. Now I know how Daemon felt."
"I beg your pardon?" Carla, for at least the second time in a night, was confused.
"Why did you bring Daemon up again?"
"Do you know what happened to him exactly?" Thinking about that alone was amusing to Zayn.
"Derila can be ruthless when she wants to. She probably did something to Daemon Jr. and made Daemon impotent."
"Oh my god." Carla almost spat her water out.
"Are you for real?"
"If you've noticed, Harrison never did talk about Daemon's condition in detail. And when Derila was caught yesterday, she kept bringing Daemon's wiener up. I noticed Daemon getting red in the face, and it wasn't really a hot night."
Zayn felt gleeful about it.
"He's sorely humiliated. That's one reason he wanted to catch Derila."
"Wow. I can't believe you're gossiping about them." Carla was delightfully amused.
"And I nearly believed you when you said Daemon wanted to catch her because he loved her."
"There's a fine line between love and hate, you know." Carla giggled.
"Speaking about that, I pity Zayn Jr. It's been some time since he got any action, but he can't do anything even when you're right here."
"Don't worry. You'll be fine in no time."
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