The Mysterious Demon Book 2

The night had been a long one.

Dominic had just finished conducting the fights that took place at her bar after a day of management and although the thrill of watching blood be spilt on her stage enticed her greatly, her time as a fighter was only spent acting against those who broke her rules or when Xavier was bored after a long day and needed the rush.

Tonight was peaceful though. When the stage was cleaned and the doors were locked, Blake drove in to come to pick Dominic up.

A small conversation was made before Xavier bid the couple well, closing the door of his luxurious car and drove off.

"You don't seem to have gotten mixed into any trouble tonight," Blake says scanning Dominic who hadn't gotten any new scars like she sometimes would. He held one hand on the steering wheel of his car while the other was intertwined with Dominic's.

"Unfortunately." Dominic finishes off which causes the two to laugh.

When they made it home, everything was quiet. 5 AM was typically the calmest point in the night for them but when Dominic asks, "Is Amelia asleep?" Referring to their 17-year-old daughter who Dominic named after her birth mother, Blake motions forward where Dominic turned to see her daughter by the staircase, eyes reflecting the colour of hers but her hair was light and wavey like her father.

it wasn't unusual for Amelia to be awake so late but Dominic recognised the dedicated look Amelia had in her eyes, dedicated and dangerous and that was worrying.

that something was bothering Amelia,

she knew. They were always there for her and supported her. She grew up with a huge family, even if most weren't blood-related and she was strong. Both her mother and sometimes her

it was like her second home. She was close to a lot of the workers and it built her confidence since people were more than willing to speak to Dominic's daughter. However, it was because of her time in the bars that Amelia started to feel as if something

could never make out anything specific but she was always under constant watch, always having people whisper, always watching out for people who seemed a bit too eager, a bit

constantly be protected by her mother and father so when she was

anything for a while, people holding back due to some kind

"Ask The Mysterious Demon."

away from the man before he could. If she asked anyone else who The Mysterious Demon was they'd tell her she's wasting her time but she couldn't help it. This hidden identity and its slow consumption of her thoughts, for

had to ask.

roll into fists, worry starting

the Mysterious