“He's the herb dealer,” Angela muttered to Damien.Damien was floored. This was the father of a man he'd embarrassed over and over again. Surely there was no way this man would be willing to do business with him. Not only had he embarrassed Raymond, but he'd also seen to it that the idiot got arrested. Oh well, there was no harm in at least trying.It made sense now how Raymond had access to such a potent poison that it took a secret society to heal him.“You don't look like much yourself, Mr. Ronchester,” Damien replied.Angela choked back a gulp. What was he doing? Didn't the man hate him enough already?The old man chuckled and got off the pool chair with surprising agility. “I am an old man. What's your excuse?”“I keep running across idiots who keep distracting me with their foolishness.”Mr. Ronchester laughed, being able to relate with what Damien said. “Yes, fools will do that. I believe we have something to discuss; an exchange of value if you will.”Damien was floored again
“Your grandfather wants to see you,” Angela said as she sipped her hot coffee.It'd been a day since Damien got his first task and although he'd set things in motion to accomplish it, the waiting felt unbearable. The thought that on the other side of this was a secret that could greatly improve his life was exhilarating. “That's good. I have a lot to ask him.”“About your cult?”“Yes,” he said as he left his house. “You can take the day off.”The journey had become familiar to Damien so it didn't take him as long as it usually would.The old man was laying in a lawn chair in the garden, flanked on either side by two young women sunbathing in their bikinis. Damien couldn't blame him. He was a billionaire who'd been given a second chance at life and was determined to make the most of it.“Damien, my boy, these are Arya and Lana. They're twins.” He sounded proud of himself. Giving them a once over, Damien saw why. Their mesmerising figures were on full display. One was slightly plumpe
“No, I… it wasn't–”Unable to find the right words he took off sprinting in the opposite direction. Damien watched as he hubbled down the street barely picking up any speed. What an idiot. Would someone who was trying to end you come and pick you up from a police station?He got into the car and turned around pulling up right next to Raymond's trudging figure.“I'm only going to say this once; get in.”Raymond's brain seemed to kick in. He didn't know why but he knew Damien wasn't going to harm him. He crossed over to the passenger side and got into the car. “Where are we going?” he asked.“Somewhere I can knock some sense into your head.”“You can't do that,” Raymond said with a trembling voice. “Oh really?” Damien asked without taking his eyes off the road.“Y–you can't. The police… they'll–”“They'll what? Come to your Rescue? I'm sure they hate your guts at this point. You're not a very likeable person.”“M–my father. He won't–”“Your father sent me,” Damien said. “He's sick of
Seeing the hesitant man, Damien pressed further. “Surely you're not all talk, are you? You just wanted your men to come face me but you won't face me yourself?” The men all looked expectantly at their boss. They sure as hell didn't want to face a man who had singlehandedly taken down Nugget without breaking a sweat. “Are you scared of me?” Damien mocked. “Nobody's scared of you,” the leader growled. “You think you're something special huh? I'll teach you that lesson you badly need.” He snatched a machete from one of his men and cautiously approached Damien, slicing the gleaming weapon through the air intimidatingly. “Perfect. I'll try not to smash your face in so at least you can have an open casket,” Damien said as he swung the heavy sledgehammer about like it weighed nothing. The boss faltered. “You don't scare me,” he muttered. Damien chuckled. “If that's true, why are you peeing your pants?” The boss looked down for a second and that was all he needed. He smash
“Remember, you’re getting me a new Rolls Royce. You, not your father,” Damien said through his rolled-down window right before Angela pulled off, kicking up enough dust to cover Raymond. “You didn’t eat before leaving this morning,” Angela said.“What are you, my babysitter?As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.Angela giggled. “You were saying?”He rolled his eyes but indeed, he was hungry. All the excitement of the day had made him forget it. “Let’s go to Dame’s Court,” he said as if it was a no brainer. “I don’t think I’ve had better food in my life.”Angela was vehemently against the idea. Of course, Dame’s Court had the best food in the country but unfortunately, the one closest to them had Abigail as its manager.Having Damien around Abigail was like tempting a lion with fresh meat at a safari. Neither of those things were advisable. But how could she tell her he couldn’t eat somewhere because she didn’t like the manager?“There’s this place Renee always tells me about. She’s a
“Hey Mark, Angela was telling me how much she loves the family theme for this place,” Renee carried on.Mark's eyes lit up as his gaze went to Angela. Renee hated how much her sister had an effect on him. Her heart ached wishing he would see her the way she saw him but she knew that would probably never happen.But even then, she hated Damien's presence enough that she was willing to throw herself under the bus if it meant Angela saw Mark as the real prize.“Yes,” Angela said. “It's very welcoming.”Mark felt his heart flutter at her praise. He was smitten by her and as much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't help himself.With any other woman, he could hide his emotions. But Angela was something special, goddess amongst men. So what then was a man as ordinary as Damien doing with her?“Yes, Angela, it is. You know, I had a hand in coming to that decision. I'm very family-oriented and…” he glanced at Damien again with that smug smirk. “...I will own this all soon.”“That's wonderful
“Weren't you too easy on him?” Angela asked with a frown.She greatly admired Damien for keeping his cool in situations like that. She knew wouldn't be able to if she was in his shoes. He had way too much power to be letting people disrespect him.She thoroughly enjoyed the look on Mark's face when his father came over to greet Damien. All his big talk about owning the restaurant but he didn't know Damien actually owned it. “He’s just a kid. Life will teach him a lesson soon enough.”Mark was just another trust fund baby that needed to be knocked down a peg by life. He would get his eventually.As much as she wanted to believe that, she'd been around way too many men like Mark. Rich kids who had parents with endlessly deep pockets and could pay their way out of any trouble that they got themselves into.“He probably won't. He can afford to get out of any lesson life has for him,” she said. “You never know. Look at Raymond. His own father left him in jail for a week.” Damien chuckled
As Damien fully opened the box, the smell intensified. Soon enough, the both of them were seeing stars, and swirls, and squiggles in the air.“What’s happening?” Angela asked. But the sound of her own voice startled her and puzzled Damien.When he looked at her, her face was melting off and it sounded like she was under water.Then the giggling started. Uncontrollable giggling that made Damien forget everything else and join her in laughter. They laughed and laughed, high off the intoxicating scent of the Celladona. In their joyous stupor, Damien accidentally glanced at the black box seeing the glowing petals of the Celladona.Someone snapped inside his head and he rushed to it, slamming the box shut and clicking the clocks back into place.His mind instantly cleared. His vision went back to normal; there were no squiggles or swirls, and Angela’s face was back to its usual pretty countenance.It took her a couple more seconds but as soon as she snapped back to reality, she staggered