“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
“Arghh. Don, please,” the trembling man pleaded, clutching his casted arm as the Don’s goons dragged him into the bathroom.His eyes flickered around the room, landing on the lifeless body of his cohort.“Oh God,” he whimpered“God can’t save you now. Tell me what I want to know and maybe I’ll let you go,” Don said.“Don Simeon, I tried to stop them. I told them not to tell him your name. They wouldn’t listen. I told them what would happen but they wouldn’t listen. Please, Don. I’m the only one who came back,” the man begged, tears streaming down his face. The pain of his broken arm, although a not-so-distant memory, was nothing compared to being on Don Simeon’s bad side.“Yes, you did. But you failed. I gave you a simple task and you failed. And what did you say happened to your arm?”His eyes lit up. Finally, he had vital information to tell. “It was the woman, Don. She’s pretty as an angel but she is the devil’s spawn. She broke my arm as if she was snapping a twig.”Hope surged i
“Fuck,” he blurted as he rolled out of the way. “What the hell is your problem?”Garth couldn’t stomach it. How could this pompous prick just show up out of nowhere and steal his record? He knew Damien had never done anything to earn his stripes, yet he could stand toe to toe with him who had spent his whole life training. Training to fulfil the prophecy. He would not let Damien get ahead of him if he had anything to say about it.Even as he advanced, sending blow after blow, Damien expertly weaved and blocked his hits as if he were nothing.“Face me like a man, you coward!” Garth roared, pressing on with his blows.Damien saw an opening and chopped the brute's throat, making him falter in his movement. This created a bigger opening for Damien to send him flying backwards with a roundhouse kick to the chest.Garth picked himself up with a ferocious growl, ripping his shirt open as if it were the reason he was getting his ass kicked.“I won’t let you get away with this! I will–”“Eno
With the beast of an engine under the Aston’s hood, it didn’t take long for Damien and his passenger to arrive at the location Don Simeon had given him. Much to his surprise, the Ouroboros Society’s compound was on the way. An idea had popped in his head.Garth was clearly smitten with Angela. That plus the fact that a crazy crime boss was going to get his hands on Celladona was more than enough to convince Garth to aid him in getting Angela back.With Garth, no more back up was necessary.“Stay hidden until you get the signal,” Damien said, scanning the secluded warehouse where the exchange was supposed to happen.“What is the signal?” Garth asked.“Trust me, you’ll know.”He got out of the car with the Celladona box in tow. He knew he couldn’t trust a criminals word so he’d changed the box. Thankfully, the overwhelming scent of the flower had permeated deep into the fibers of the box’s material so it wouldn’t be too difficult to fool the man.“Are you out of your mind? You want to
Heart pounding, he pushed on. “There, get to the car quick. Garth! Let’s go!”Angela nearly tripped on air hearing Garth’s name. Why the hell was Damien calling him out of the blue?A stack of wood went flying as if hit by a wrecking ball. The wrecking ball turned out to be Garth himself, running in the exact direction he shouldn’t have been, towards the horde closing in on them. “Other way!” Damien yelled, wondering what the hell he was doing.Garth however saw it as a challenge. Why should he run from mere men? They should cower at the sight of him.What he wasn’t expecting was how many men he would have to fight. The warehouse doors burst open and they just kept pouring out, like a tsunami wave of men, armed with machetes, metal bats, and other close-combat weapons. “Garth!” Damien yelled, taking the time to stop and turn around. Even for him, this was crazy. “Leave him,” Angela called, flinging the Aston’s passenger door open. “Let’s go.”As far as she was concerned, if Garth w
The goons slowly started to pull back, although some decided they hadn’t had enough of kicking the downed men. Angela fired some more shots into the air. “Try me,” she seethed. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage. She would have preferred not to but would do what she had to do if one more person laid a finger on Damien. Both men rose to their feet, battered and bloodied. Seeing his bleeding face, she wanted to rush to Damien but the only thing keeping Don Simeons goons at bay was the massive gun she was struggling to hold up. “Well isn’t this a surprise? Dearest Angela with an AR15. It’s as if you want me to fall deeper in love with you,” Don Simeon said with a resounding chuckle. He glanced at the mountain of a man, who was staring at him as if he’s kicked his dog, then at Damien, marvelling at how the bastard was still standing. The guy was more formidable than Saul had given him credit for. Everytime he sent men to deal with Damien, they had either returned in pieces o
“I’m fine, Damien. What, are you going to follow me into the bathroom next?” Angela asked with a giggle. Ever since their experience with Don Simenn, Damien had been borderline obsessive with Angela’s safety. Everywhere they went, he would scan the place like a hawk, searching for potential trouble. If someone so much as breathed wrong in her direction, he was alert and ready to take them down. That bastard Saul was going to pay dearly, he thought. Although Angela found it endearing how much he cared about her, it was starting to get overbearing. Damien glanced at her as if she’d asked if the sky was blue. “You’re not following me into the bathroom,” Angela snapped, trying to hide her blush. He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” His phone rang. At this point he didn’t need to check to see who it was because the person had blown up his phone so much, he set a custom ringtone. “Her again?” Angela asked. “I don’t understand why you don’t just block her.” She knew he didn’t love