He looked at the massive gash across his palm from trying to parry the knife swing too late. The crowd was buzzing now. Guffaw and shrill exclamations could be heard all around. What they were being treated to was nothing short of a spectacle. First they had been threatened with fake guns, now they were treated to the sight of fake bleeding. The Merry Weather Charity has really stepped up their game. Damien needed to focus. But who were they? Raymond had promised to make him pay. Were they hired by his father? If they were, he didn't know their strength so he could immediately incapacitate the buffoon welding a knife. He had to be patient, watch how they reacted. Feeling confident from his last attack, Raymond swung wide again. This time, Damien slipped out of the way to let the idiot's momentum do the damage, but he couldn't resist hooking a leg under him to trip him up. Raymond tumbled in spectacular fashion, stirring the crowd into a frenzy of laughter and applause. Unfortunat
"Our methods are unconventional. Do not interfere," the leader of the grey suits said.They'd insisted that they must blindfold Angela to keep the location of their base a secret. She'd protested and argued but eventually relented seeing Damien's unconscious body. She’d gotten into their van and held onto his hand the whole way there. Although she couldn't see, she knew when they'd arrived. The van lurched to a halt, sending her sliding all around. “We're here. Take it off. Get him inside, quick.”Angela took off the blindfold just in time to see the man taking his unconscious body out of the van.She followed them down a long hallway that seemed to lead to a dead end but the leader rubbed stone jutting out of the wall and the wall parted, sliding apart like elevator doors.They all walked in but the man stopped Angela, much to her frustration.“What now?” she flared.“This is where you stop. Women and children are not allowed past this point.”All the secrecy, the sneakiness. By th
At the last second, Damien rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a this, wincing at the incessantly stinging pain in the process.Angela saw Damien’s body disappear on the other side of the bed and saw red. She promised no one would lay hands on him and she'd be damned if she broke it.Garth, the damn brute, had all his attention on getting to Damien so it was easy to hook the strap of her purse around his neck and flip him over. He crashed into a pile of boxes just outside the room but before she could run to check on Damien, he was up and had a hand around the back of her neck.Angela froze. She could tell he was strong but she was sure there was enough time. He wasn't only strong but fast? In the state he was in Damien was in trouble against this guy.What the hell was going on?She started to feel his hand squeezed around her neck, slow and steady. He wanted her to feel how strong he was as he slowly squeezed the life out of her.She struggled, trying to swing her arms behi
“What time is it?” Angela's eyes snapped open to stare at Damien. They'd had him patched up again and made her feed him a pungent smelling tea to aid him recovery. “Sometime in the morning,” she said. “How are you feeling?”Damien checked his hand. The bandage had been changed and surprisingly, there was no pain whatsoever. Not in his hand or any part of his body. “Great.” Angela had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. “Like you can run a marathon?”“I mean it,” he insisted. “I actually feel good.” He sprang to his feet, kicking and punching the air before turning to Angela who had a look of horrified worry on her face.“Damien, you almost bled out.”“I didn't,” he said with an edge in his voice.As worried as she was, he was still her boss, not her son. She decided to change the subject.“You've gotten really popular since the ball. Women are fawning all over you, they're calling you the new Mr. Delaney.”He hadn't realised how much of a wave he'd made at the ball but when
Damien was sure he was in there for only a few minutes but by the time he came out, the sun was already rising. He gazed puzzled at the stars. “Time in the cave is different. Don't let it overwhelm you small mind,” Garth said. “Something to do with the mystic arts?” he asked. It had to be. Plus the fact that most people in the room, including his grandfather, seemed to vanish into thin air. That was probably just a secret passage. That would be on brand with a secret society. “Fulfil your tasks and I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. You are not…” Garth's voice trailed off when he saw Angela walking towards them. “Are you done with your cult meeting?” she asked. “It's not a cult,” Garth snapped. This was why they kept their society secret. So shallow minded individuals didn't label them wrongly. “I wasn't talking to you.” Angela's glare was palpable as she fired back at Garth. The very presence of the brute pissed her off, not to speak of his voice. Damien couldn't
“No way that bastard can actually get a job here,” Saul said to himself.“And what did he mean by everything I've ever done? He couldn't possibly know about… No! No way he knew.”Saul was content to think Damien was only angry about what he did to Courtney. In his mind, he did Damien a favour.She would have left Damien eventually just like Saul's wife did.“Mr. Victous, they're ready for you,” the cute receptionist with the tight behind said.Saul took in her beauty as she walked away from him, before getting up for the elevator. Time to secure the contract.The meeting room was beautifully designed as always but his attention was drawn to the dazzling goddess that was joining them for the first time.She was the same one who had called Damien up.What was such a woman doing associating with the likes of that lowlife?He would need to speak with her after the meeting to show her what she was missing out of life.The meeting was going smoothly until the goddess decided to chime in.“W
“Damn, I need a good stretch.”It'd been a whole day of running around and his whole body ached. The event at the Ouroboros society was finally taking its toll. Turns out no amount of mystical herbs could supersede nature.All through the day, Angela had noticed how he'd occasionally circle his shoulders and planned to give him a solution. “You haven't had much rest since your cult meeting. You should take a break tomorrow. There's this spa I've been meaning to go to.”Damien nodded. Although he'd never been, Courtney had plenty of times and she would rave about how relieved and good she felt afterwards. “A spa sounds nice.”“I'll make a reservation,” Angela said.The next morning, she was up bright and early with coffee as usual. Although it was supposed to be a rest day, she found it hard to sleep in. She admitted she needed the rest as much as, if not more than Damien did.Within minutes of him waking up, they were on the road. Damien had gotten his first cult task and was refusi
She glanced at Angela who only gave her an icy glare. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Angela hated her guts and she wouldn't be getting any help there. Her hope went to Damien. They had sort of been friends. At least he loved Courtney and she was Courtney's friend so some of that love should extend to her right?It had to. He had her whole career in his hands. He had to know how important that was to her. He wouldn't punish her for a simple mistake right?“Mr. Diego, this was all a big misunderstanding. I was just having some fun with my friend. It's how we show we care, right Damien?” she asked in a shaky voice.“And there you go again. Your blatant disrespect is honestly appalling. You dare call him by his first name?” Diego asked, inching closer to Carla.She gave Damien the puppy dog eyes, practically begging him to forget her unwarranted disrespect. She'd known him as a nice guy during college and when they'd insult him to his face and tell Courtney she deser