"I'm sorry, Mr. Damon but you're not what we're looking for, please use the door."The secretary sitting comfortably in her beautiful office announced to Damon who just stood rooted to one spot. He can't understand one thing, he'd just got here to conduct an interview that was supposed to be held today and without even interviewing him, they've all decided that he's not what they are looking for.Are these people infected with madness, what's wrong with them? The questing ring in his head as he stared at the secretary that was tapping furiously at the computer in front of her. "What do you mean, ma'am? I've not even taken any interviews. How then did you or your company conclude that I'm not worthy enough for the position I applied for? If this is a joke, then I'm not finding it funny." He said with utmost body composure, with the way he was boiling inside, he could rip someone apart right now. Something in him told him that no one was joking but he wished to give it a benefit of d

"Take your filthy words back you son of a bitch!" Damon roared at Frank who was gasping for air.Frank's men began to pull Damon but it only worsened the situation because as they pulled Damon, he pulled Frank along with him.Video recordings were on and some were doing live streams but none of that matters to Damon, Frank has to take back his words.A huge punch landed on Damon's stomach and his hold on Frank loosened but he didn't leave him completely."Punch him!" A sharp order came from one of the men and several punches began to land on Damon's body. With his hold on Frank's neck loosened, he was pulled away forcefully from him and they began to beat him to the ground.Legs were used on him as he struggled on the floor to stand up, he made a grab for two different legs, pulled them down resulting in two security guards landing on the floor with a big thud.The punches and kicks decreased with time and he knew it was old James and some of his street buds working in the company tha

"Divorce papers. Can't you read again or has poverty created another miracle by blinding your eyes?" Celena asked with a snort, giving her husband a look of disdain."What for?" He asked, dropping the papers on the table."To wrap tacos." Ayden replied sarcastically with a laugh.Damon shot him a deadly glare, "if you make another sound from that wretched mouth of yours ever again, I'll use this knife and slice you wide open like thanksgiving turkey."With his venomous warning, everything went static, like a still-shot in a magazine. Ayden tried to protest but his mother held him back. Damon is extremely angry right now and if anyone provokes him more, he'll do as he'd threatened.Ms. Carney knew that behind that calm and composed man is a savage beast that destroys without mercy when pushed to the limits, she'd seen that beast once but never again. She just wants Damon to grant the divorce without any drama and she won't risk anything that would turn the angry looking Damon into a D

A deep sigh escaped Damon's mouth as he neared the seaport that would take him to his destination.Destination?In a true sense, he has no destination in mind because he'd live most of his life in this country. He doesn't know where the ship would take him but all he knows is that he needs to leave this country that has caused him nothing but pangs of pains and sorrows.He has only a few dollars with him which he doubts would suffice him for a week wherever he'll be going.The ship he's traveling in is operating illegally; it is used by underground Dons to ship their drugs and weapons from one country to another, due to some connection he has, he was able to arrange for his transportation on such a short notice. At desperate times, even what is termed illegal becomes legal.After his identification, he was allowed inside the ship and immediately he entered an eerie feeling clouding his senses resulting in his guts tightening and getting alerted.He was given a dimly lit room that sten

"Mummy?" The voice of a crying child called looking into the darkness, there was no one in sight, as he looked on and on, all he could see was pitch darkness.‘Don't be afraid of the dark, embrace it.’ A voice hummed in his young mind and more tears fell off his eyes, his little fingers clutching a silver pendant hanging around his neck. He began to move slowly, steadily but his sluggish steps also depict fear, the fear of abandonment. His mother is nowhere to be found, has she truly abandoned him? His small legs connected with a stone, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, a sharp thorny object piercing deep into his left arm and he let out a shrill childish mewl filled with pain and sorrowful moans. He waited for his mom or dad to come running towards him, to pick him up and pacify him but when nothing came forth, he stood and sat on his butt, pulling the sharp object that was stuck deep in his arm with tears cascading freely from his eyes. "Mom?" He called, his tiny voice rasp