CHAPTER 6. Make a scumbag pay

Bang!

The air seemed to grow thick as a presence strode into the room.

Gerald grunted and groaned as he lay on the floor, writhing in pains.

"What the hell?", he demanded angrily.

Hr wondered how ue had suddenly been thrown off the bed when he was about to have his moment of a lifetime.

Elena breathed heavily as she watched the seemingly foggy air dissipate, and Damien strode into the room.

"D-Damien", she barely muttered as her body raked with her sobbing.

General Damien was irritated at the sight before him. The man lay butt naked on the ground, struggling to get up. 

Carlos, who trailed behind him, was bewildered at the scene.

"Who the hell are you? Don't you know this is a private room?!"

Damien felt a rage course through him at the man's words, but he felt an even greater tornado rise in him at the sight of Elena.

The bastard was going to take advantage of his wife in exchange for money!

He would be taught a painful lesson.

He walked over to Elena, who could barely look up in shame, shielding her from Carlos' view, and he took off his jacket.

Elena looked into his eyes, shivering as he placed it over her naked body.

He picked her up and walked out of the room.

"Hold him down", Damien ordered, and with immediate effect, Carlos had pinned him down. 

Elena could only look down at her fingers as he walked with her to his car. 

Her perception of him changed. 

She could feel his muscular body beneath the suit, and he seemed to have this aura of utter control and power.

Could he have become successful and powerful?

Why was he so confident?

Why did his presence have that aura of authority?

She shook her head at the thought.

She was probably imagining things. The Damien she remembered was a poor worker at her father's company and could barely survive without their salary. 

She was probably hallucinating.

****

A few minutes later.

Gerald was perplexed. 

"What the hell? Are you crazy? Do you know who I am? How dare you invade my privacy?", he screamed at Carlos, who remained unmoved.

He was still yelling when Damien strode back into the room, his presence commanding utter silence. 

Gerald became mute for a moment.

"Guards?!!", he screamed frantically. "Max! Stephen!"

He got no response and suddenly became frightened.

"Who the hell are you? I said you should let me go! You will regret this. I will make sure I destroy you. I promise you!"

Damien smirked at him coldly. 

A glint of recognition flashed across Gerald's face, and he suddenly laughed in scorn.

"Damien?", he called with a hint of mockery in his voice.

Damien raised a brow at him.

"You wretched fool. I thought you were dead, but I guess you're still alive and wretched as you were before. You can do nothing to me. You are, and you will always remain the poor worker at Elena's father's company, which has gone down anyway", he spat in disdain.

Damien face gave away no expression to the annoyance of Gerald.

"You can't do anything to me, Damien. Not you and not this servant of yours here"

Carlos pressed him down more, and he groaned in pain.

Damien suddenly brought out a pen knife and tossed it to Gerald.

Gerald looked at it in confusion and then looked back to him.

"What am I supposed to do with this?", he snapped.

"Cut it", Damien replied vaguely.

"What?"

Damien smirked coldly. "The thing you were going to use to harass my wife. Cut it"

Gerald's eyes widened. "W-W-What?! W-what are you t-t-talking ab-bout?"

"You know wgat I'm talking about. Or should I come and show you?", he asked coldly. "If I have to come over to you, not just your life but that of your whole family will be at stake,"

Gerald looked shocked for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha!! What makes you think I'd do that?", he asked scornfully.

Why did Damien think he would cut off his sick because of his stupid aura of pride and confidence and the leech that was by his side?

Who did he think he was?

Wasn't he the cleaner of Elena's parent's company, who dared not even talk back to him?

"I would never," he spat.

Crack!

A punch suddenly landed on his jaw, causing a loud crack to be heard, and Carlos suddenly had his neck in a choke hold, threatening to snap it and end his life, but he remained defiant.

"You're useless, Damien. You, Elena, and that wretched daughter of yours are all useless", he snarled painfully.

Damien's eyes were hard as he stared down at him.

Suddenly, a figure familiar to Gerald entered the room.

It was his father!

Gerald was shocked to see him there.

"Dad. What are you doing here?", he asked in a rush, but the old man bowed reverently to General Damien, causing Gerald's eyes to widen and his lips to quiver.

"Great General, sir", Gerald's father greeted, his head still bowed till Jacob ordered him to rise.

Cold sweat broke out on Gerald's face.

"You're such a fool, Gerald", he snapped in utter disdain and disappointment.

"What are you saying, dad? Why did you bow to this infidel? He is a useless cleaner who once worked with the George's companies. He is nothing"

His father, embarrassed by his son's ignorant words, rushed over to him and slapped him hard.

"Are you really so dumb?!"

He kicked him in anger and pulled him by the ears.

"He is the great General, you dimwit!"

Who doesn’t know the great general?! 

Gerald was in denial.

"That is not possible. It can't be", he argued, but his father slapped his head in frustration. 

"Are you really that dumb to not know the great general of our country?"

"It can't be Damien. He is a damned cleaner. He even wiped my shoes once. He can never-"

He trailed off at the sight of the badges that graced Damien's outfit.

Realisation suddenly dawned upon him, and he began to cry.

He refused to believe it.

"What if he is pretending, dad? I used to know him. "

His father could not believe the height of his stupidity.

"Cut your damned dick yourself, or I'd come over there and chop it into tiny bits myself," he said with a hard voice that made Gerald freeze. "If you don't, I will make sure to destroy your family and generations!"

Gerald shivered, but Damien was not done.

To prove that he meant every word, he took out his phone.

"Do it now," he spoke hardly.

Gerald stared at him pitifully when he got a call from his manager.

He informed him of the crashion of one of his businesses.

"Ah!!!!"

Gerald screamed in shock and almost fainted as he was feeling dizzy.

At this moment,  he didn’t dare to argue anymore, and he knew that Damien meant business. 

But he couldn’t cut his manhood?! 

How would he cut it? 

"Make it quick!", Carlos snapped at him harshly, making him recoil. "Or I would have to do it myself,"

His father could only watch, knowing it was his foolish son fault. 

Gerald gritted his teeth, shaking his head in refusal. 

"I won't", he cried.

"Okay. Have it your way then"

Damien made a call, and instantly, Gerald got a notification from his manager who was confused as well.

Three of his businesses had gone down at once. 

Gerald almost collapsed and started sobbing loudly.

"Please. I'll do anything", he shouted loudly.

At that moment, he felt intende regret for ever crossing paths with Elena.

She Elena was definitely a curse!

"Please!", he cried so loudly.

Damien looked at him with steel eyes and directed his eyes to the knife.

With no choice, Gerald took the knife and raised it, his face turning white as he awaited his fate of ruining himself!