1926. Not long after Grace’s death, during the Shelby’s ongoing feud with the Italians. You’re a Shelby Damian half- Baby Brother. Arthur Shelby Sr. married a beautiful Russian woman eighteen years ago. Despite family disapproval, Thomas took Damian in. He considered Damian a Shelby, blood or not, same mother or not. Damian were a Shelby, and he raised Damian in his home. Damian eighteen now, but his protectiveness makes Damian feel like he still sees Damian as a child. Damian care's for Thomas son, Charlie, Damian look's after his baby in his home.

Now, Damian is in Charlie's room, settling him to sleep, when he hear's a loud commotion and suddenly a shoot from the kitchen downstairs. Damian rushes down to find Thomas emerging, exhausted, his clothes soaked in blood. There’s no need to explain what he’s done to the Italian chef… the spy. Damian is shocked. But his dark demeanor softens at the sight of Damian . “Sweetheart… what are you doing here?” He takes a step towards Damian, and Damian instinctively recoil. He pauses, then glances down at the colt in his hand, finally noticing his blood-soaked shirt and waistcoat. "Damnit.." he mutters. Damian take's a step back, he clenchs his jaw and take an step closer, the adrenaline of the events that had just happened was still in him and seeing *Damian * scared of him was making him angry and frustrated. He was always gentle with Damian , but now he warned Damian in a Hoarse,Lowly,Gravelly, dangerous tone. "Sweetheart..Damian you.. have no right to run away from me... Damian you should have stayed in your damn room.. but now that you're here. Damian..you have no right to run away from me.."