“Any news against Clarissa Norwood?” Damien asked his secretary who trailed after him like a puppy. “Currently, the woman is in prison.”“Her family did not bail her out or anything?”“No sir.” The secretary replied. “It would appear that Ms. Norwood’s family is not in good terms with her. Ms. Clarissa’s fortune is all spent from hiring the lawyers which she lost during the case.” “I see.” Damien was shocked to hear that. “Did you hear anything about the person funding her?”“It would appear that whomever had plans to fund Clarissa Norwood’s allegations against you— has left her alone in prison, sir. Currently, there is no one reaching out to Clarissa Norwood.”“What about Richard? Weren’t they supporting in each other’s cause?”“They were.” The secretary agreed. “But as of now, Richard is yet to be seen visiting Clarissa. It seems that the male wants to save his own face.”“As expected of him.” Damien shrugged his own shoulders. “He never cares unless it’s his own interests at stake

"A call from the President's Office, Mr. Blackwell." the secretary handed him the phone. Damien stared at the caller's I.D and then took a deep breath. He takes the phone and puts it near his eyes while gesturing at the secretary to leave the room. The secretary leaves, and Damien entertains. "Blackwell, speaking." "It's been a while, Mr. Damien." President Hemmingway's voice was same as chilling as ever. Damien however, was not fazed as he needed nothing from the President. "It has truly been. Is there a particular reason why you called? I am certain that the lieutenant told you that there was no way I could continue the mission, yes?" "I did not accept your surrender to my request. Be grateful I've extended it." Damien's brows angled deeply into a scowl. "What do you mean?" "I don't care how long it takes for you to get rid of the Sumerkis. You have to get rid of them. It is absolutely necessary!" "As far as I can remember, the last time I tried to gather information— I was am

“Damien did you hear about this?!” The lieutenant, Carlton showed him an international newspaper which displayed a news article about the grand heist that has happened to a local bank in Petersburg, Kravska. Damien took the newspaper gracefully with his hands, skimmed through the paragraphs and returned it to him.“What do you want me to do with this?”“To stop it, obviously!” Carlton told him. “They’re not afraid even of the Parliament.”“The Sumerkis have Ash, why would they be afraid?” Damien shrugged and crossed his arms and continued to do the last of his paperwork for the day before leaving for a flight to the enemy’s territory. “Besides, don’t you have anything else to do?” “Nothin’.” Carlton slumped as he sat on the sofa, his eyes distant. “I’m worried about Ash.” “There is no need to worry about her.” Damien told him. “If anything, we should be worried about ourselves against fighting her.”“You’re right. Unfortunately, even if you’ll miss me, I won’t be able to work with y

“What the hell was that all about?!” A member of the parliament—a man dressed in lavish, long robes yelled at the Czar after he has been called into a meeting with the government of Kravska. The Parliament— Kravska’s leaders, are the highest officials of the country, are feared by countless of nations. Hiring the mafia to do their dirty work such as spying to other countries is not foreign to them anymore. But they were wrong to inquire from the Sumerkis, as they could not now fulfill the end of their bargain when it came to payment.“Did you have to rob a bank?! You even left a witness from the police!”The Czar was silent the entire time, blowing smoke after smoke, mocking the Parliaments right in the face. Ash crossed her legs, grinned, and then rested her chin on the back of her palm whilst her irises glowed a dangerous hue of polarizing blue. She was ready to drown the Parliament in the deepest parts of the oceans.“I don’t think we should be asking: do you still want the infor

DAY OF THE PEACE TALKSThe Kravskan news outlets were all covering the peace talks with Dorwaille. The Queen is set to wave in the parade in merely two minutes. Damien and the Vigilantes, fused with Dorwaille’s own agents have already set up the routes the Queen must go. Damien particularly is in the Queen’s carriage, along with Prince Sherlock and his cousin, Princess Avelaide to accompany the Queen in safety. Damien spanned his eyes around the lively streets of the capitol, Petersburg. The sidewalks were filled with banners, flowers, and smiling citizens— as well as suspicious-looking individuals with wolf and demon tattoos. Damien was acquainted with Petersburg as his father has sent him here for training and studying other mafias. He knew exactly where the critical and hidden points of the Queen’s routes were and where to look. Damien reached out for the binoculars sitting beside him and then peered through the device. “There are two snipers in the building.” He said. “Is that