"What the fuck is wrong with you Damon! How could you shoot him just like that!?" Trevor demanded angrily moving towards the bleeding Zach on the floor."Don't you dare touch him, Trev or I'll kill him without giving him a chance to explain himself." Damon's voice boomed angrily and Trevor halted on his track wondering what was going on. Everyone there was shocked, in deep shock and some were angry seeing one of their own on the floor bleeding from the thigh. "Anthony, go and clean up, I want you in the meeting hall in the next twenty minutes, if you hinder for a second, I'll punch some sense into you." He instructed the shocked-looking Anthony. "Yes, boss." Anthony saluted and left quickly. "Jerry, take Zach to the meeting hall and make sure he's chained to something." He ordered Jerry and glare at the man on the floor groaning in pain, blood oozing out of the hole created by the bullet. "Who the hell are you to order me? You have a lot of explanation to do, why the fuck did you
Damon woke up feeling relaxed... Relaxed? It was a positive and negative feeling, his body is relaxed because it got the desired rest, he'd not been able to sleep well for some days now but he was able to have a good rest today, however, his mind isn't at rest, the mind is teetering with different thoughts and he just couldn't help it. It is true when they say a man never truly rests till he dies. He's not ready to die yet, they're so many things to do, and so many people to subjugate... There are people he wants to beg for mercy and he shall not grant it to them. Mercy, forgiveness, love, trust, and compassion aren't in his dictionary anymore, he'd created a new dictionary, especially for his odyssey, a new man that would seek nothing but vengeance against those that wronged him and make his family suffer... He shall not forgive, he's not as big-hearted as God, he's a mere mortal, he'd been pushed to the limits and he'd had enough of all the bull shits, he'd had enough. Damon Hect
The door slid open and a woman stepped into the hall, her eyes darting around in suspicion. Damon's heart began to beat furiously as his eyes beheld the woman who'd just walked into his new Empire. "Mother?" He murmured, his eyes fixed on the woman that was still looking at everyone present in the room mistrustfully.Trevor noticed Damon's sudden change in expression and ordered everyone out except Doctor Alec and Electra. The woman's eyes were fixed on Damon curiously, her brain giving rise to different questions but she couldn't talk, she's just a servant here and they're not given a chance to talk or say anything. Damon went closer to the woman with mixed emotions, the abandonment, his cries, his pain and suffering, he'd been in darkness because of her and he's still in darkness with no hope of coming out just because of that night she didn't take him along. He was willing to suffer with her, do everything with her. He just wants one thing, her presence by his side, when he's
Damon paced furiously around the hall of the emergency room, fear gripped his heart and shredded the poor organ into thousands of pieces, many possibilities were running through his mind; the possibility that he could lose his mother immediately after he found her was the one that's churning every cell in his body resulting to his restlessness. He'd been angry, he was angry at her for abandoning him in the dark, he was angry because of all the pains and suffering he'd gone through but along the line, he'd thought differently. Life hadn't been a bed of roses for her either, from what he'd seen, she looked so fragile that while she was unconscious in his arms, he held her so delicately for fear of crushing her bones. He didn't know why she chose to abandon him but he'd find out once she's up. Damon isn't the type that prays always, he rarely prays or maybe, he doesn't at all but at this delicate juncture in time, he closed his eyes and prayed for the well-being of his mother, he plead
Damon stared at the fragile looking woman sleeping on the bed and his heart felt this sorrow that he never knew existed for his mother, he'd always harbored anger and bitterness towards his mother for leaving him but seeing her right now in such a condition, all the anger and bitterness evaporated. Life hasn't been good to her either, one could tell by the look of her skinny body, cheekbones, and beautiful long hair that seems arid, he got his hair from his mother. He sat down on the chair close to her and took her bony hand into his, "Mother..." He murmured the name and it sounded so strange to him, he had no idea when last he called that name.He heard a sound at his back and he turned to notice Electra standing straight, her eyes focused on a particular section of the wall. "Am I not opportune to have some little privacy with my mother?" He asked and Electra turned to look at her boss. "Of course, you do, boss." She replied calmly."Then why are you here?" He asked, his eyes foc
The assassins assembled on their boss's call, and they all watched him punch shits into the punching bag dangling dangerously from the chains. Damon couldn't think straight as he punched insanely into the punch bag, he'd hoped that his anger would decrease if he punched the entity but nothing seems to be calming him down, everything was so right and wrong at the same time. He'd found his mother, and he was extremely happy about it but after the discoveries he'd made, the anger in him burn insanely and the more it burns, the more thirsty he becomes, he becomes more thirsty to have his enemies bow down in shame and humiliation but the worst thing was that despite several weeks of thinking of what to do, he didn't find any solution to his perils. He does not want to kill his enemies, he wants to make them suffer, he wants them to wish they were never birthed, he wants them to wish they never made an enemy out of him, he wants them to regret ever betraying and tainting the Hector's nam
His eyes glare at the club bustling with life and energy, and a low sigh escapes his mouth. The smell in the club was intoxicating and irritating him but he could not do anything, after all, this is just a club, it was meant for fun and sin, lots of sins. Damon has escaped his own Villa because of Electra, it's unbelievable how that woman won't allow him breathing space, even while he's sleeping in his room, Electra is always on high alert, and with great difficulty, he'd convince her to take a room next to his if not she'd insisted on staying in the same room with him. It was funny how serious she was with her duty and no matter how many times he'd assure her that there's no danger in the Villa, she'd find it hard to fucking believe, it's frustrating but Damon respect her a lot. She's highly skilled and to top it all, she's beautiful and intelligent but she's not the type that tries to dress sexy to seduce anyone in the Villa, in a real sense, the men fear her and call her a black
Damon's body was boiling with uncontrollable anger and he cussed himself as he went towards his motorcycle, he never wanted to see her face ever again, after hearing her say trash about him, saying such evil things about him, he doesn't want to have anything to do with her ever again, he wants her to suffer, he wants her and her family to suffer severely. She shall suffer and pay for betraying him, betrayal is a great offense and he shall not forgive, she'll pay for having a hand in a failed attempt to end his life, she'll pay for everything and that's always a promise. Then Mr. Carney, he doesn't know what he'll do to the man that's the main reason for his suffering, he doesn't know what he'll do to him but he'll really wish that greed never crossed his stinking heart. He'll wish he was never born because his vengeance towards them would be like none no one had ever heard of and the world shall be a witness, just like they'd had witnessed the humiliation and death of his father, su