Damien glared at Alvarez, and his fists clenched as he watched Alvarez shove the guards away from Madison, taking her hand and pulling her behind him as she continued to sob her heart out. He could hear the murmurs of the people in the room, as they took snapshots and video recordings of everything that was going on. He hid a smirk of satisfaction. Of course, this would be in the media soon. He knew it would go down like this. Everyone loved a good, nice confrontation, and this would really pass of as a juicy story, that the media wouldn't be able to resist. Especially since it involved a popular billionaire, and the same waitress who had ruined his girlfriend's dress, they would go wild, and now that he thought about it, this was exactly what he was going for. This kind of public disgrace, was the most satisfying way to bring shame onto the Connors in a way. When they saw one of their own being publicly lashed at, it was sure to strike a nerve. After all, the only thing Mr Connor valued more than his money was his pride, and here splayed out was his pride, in the form of his daughter being matched on. Damien wondered if the news would get to the media, but he didn’t need to bother much because he knew that people would jump at an opportunity to make money by selling this escapade. All the media craved was their daily dose of drama, and the other scandal with the dress was already beginning to wear off, so they needed something more. This was sure to spark the gossip once more, Damien thought smiling to himself, and making a mental note to send a publication to the Connors in London when it was released. He would track them down, and gave one possibly delivered to their doorstep. The look on their faces, especially that of Mr Connor and Mason was something he so much wished to see, but he would settle with knowing that they were being dragged in the mud, and that they wouldn’t react to the news lightly. He was coming for them, and he needed to give them subtle hints!Looking back up, he watched as Alvarez glared at him, shaking his head in disappointment, and without a word, he turned back to Madison, took ahold of her right hand and led her safely out of the bar, with his other arm draped around her shoulder while he whispered comforting words probably in her ears. Damien’s jaw gritted, his eyes narrowing on the manly hand on Madison’s shoulders. He couldn’t be jealous of Alvarez, but he was subtly reminded of the time when he couldn’t bear to let any other person of his gender touch Madison. He’d been overly protective of her, watching over her like a hulk, and making sure she was out of trouble and safe, but now the tables had turned over for good. Still watching them leave as cameras continued to flash, recording the entire scene, Damien let out a nonchalant hiss, as he didn't care about anything and even as his chest twinged in pain slightly, there was nothing that could happen again, as the deed was already done. Satisfied, he turned in the other direction, smoothing out his jacket as he made his way upstairs into the VIP section of the club. He was going to relax, and have a good wine or two to take his mind of her. As he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself from all the excitement in his blood, he swirled around looking for where to sit, and that’s when he saw Alvarez storm in his direction, walking briskly in a fit of rage. "What the hell was that?” Alvarez’s voice thundered, grabbing the atta took of onlookers, and Damien watched his hands shake violently at the same time, as they stared at each other. “Please explain to me what just happened out there, because I don't understand why you would do something like that." Damien glared at him, "I believe you understand what just happened, and I don’t need to explain anymore. How dare Madison think she could work here after everything? In my own club? No, that's not possible. Now if you'd excuse me.." "What the fuck are you even saying? What facts do you have, thinking she came here for you? She had no freaking idea this place was yours for goodness sake!" Alvarez shot back, and continued after a pause, “You think if she was aware you owned the bar, she would want to even work here? She wouldn’t even step fooy here, just like she keeps telling me that meeting you at the event that day was a mistake. She had no idea, and she just got a job here. What's the harm in letting her stay? What’s the harm in letting her work here and striving for a living? You hardly ever come here. You won't even need to see her, so why send her out? Have you no pity for her condition?” He fumed, finishing his statement. "I don't give a fuck about her condition, or whatever lie she’s feeding you on!" Damien thundered, "She could be jobless and helpless on the fucking streets and I still wouldn't give a fuck. It is not my problem, and it shouldn’t be yours too." Damien watched Alvarez stagger back in shock, as an awkward heated silence brew amongst them. "When did you become such a monster? When did you become this person? So stone cold, and heartless? This is not the Damien I know, and became friends with. This is a devil, standing in front of me.” Alvarez spat out after some time and Damien chuckling said, “You mean the friendship you are willing to destroy, just because of that sleaze? That bitch? Well, here you have it. I’m the devil.” “Yes you are the devil. If you willing and ready to torment the same girl, you had loved with all your heart in the past then you are deem fit to be called one. You're so willing to see her suffer? You have no conscience…whatsoever? Although you see how much she is suffering, you don’t care and you don’t want to listen to her. What on earth is fucking wrong with you? What has blinded your eyes?” Damien's face heated at the mention of the past, and the memories of him loving on Madison, treating her so fragile and tenderly flashed through his head, and his heart tugged. Gritting his jaw firmly, he blurted out, "You are talking about the past, and that’s why it's called the fucking past! It’s something that happened a long while, and would never happen again! So don’t you ever mention the past to me again, do you understand? Whatever you do… no matter how many times you keep dragging this on and on, it is never going to change. She is out of my life and right now she has lost her job, and that is final! If you keep talking I'll assume you want to lose yours as well!" Damien's hands clenched into fists as he stared his best friend down, his chest heaving. He watched Alvarez jaw open and close at his threat, but this time he didn’t even make a move to rescind the threat, or feel guilty about his words unlike last time. This time, he meant every word he had just said and he wasn't going back. If Alvarez was so willing to ruin their friendship and his job along the line, then so be it!