Damian's POV

"The mean girl? Who's married? Whose blood type is registered as AB?" I blink at Oliver, can't quite process what he said, "How much did you drink tonight?"

He rolls his eyes at me. He rolls his eyes at ME when he is the one being ridiculous?!

"Uncle Johnny always says that I saved your life, when in fact I hesitated about helping you," Oliver suddenly blurts, coming to sit by my side, "I felt bad taking your help because...I don't know if I would have saved you, if it wasn't my team member that hurt you in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Oliver raises his glass, giving me a mysterious smile, "the world is a dark place."

What does that mean?!

"You know I lost my parents to a car accident, right?" Oliver leans in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. "A car crashed into him, but it wasn't an accident. It was murder." "What?! Why the hell didn't you say anything?! We can look into it--"

Oliver lets out a cold snort calmly, a shade of darkness in his eyes, "Long story short? My dad sold his blood for a living. You know how they would encourage people with rare blood types to donate, right? Like, a small amount of help from everyone, makes a huge difference? That kind of stuff? In reality, it's the amount of people who would help that is small, and there is always a need for rare stuff, no matter what it is. Our blood is one of them. Rich people pay HUGELY for it

source."

didn't know any of

out a short laugh, landing his face on his palm with his elbow on the back of the sofa, looking at me sideways. The alcohol put a shade of red at the corners of his eyes, giving his smile a bloody shade, "You are rich. The

the buyer was rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live off the big fish. But no... The big fish bit him in the ass. His daughter

than mine. I thought I had seen the dark side, and honestly believed that being a

was not a decent

the most was to keep my blood type a secret. Don't let people know, hide yourself in darkness, so the real darkness can't get you. That's

you say to a brother who

masks. They lie, they suck up

from these people for my life -- they only wanted money, and that sounds like the cheapest price to

Oliver gulps his drink with a sullen look, "You should have told me about these. Dad would never let you

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