“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
Courtney’s eyes grew wide, flabbergasted that he would say something like that and embarrass her in the presence of his new woman. Did he ever even love her? Her gaze traveled between Damien and Angela as if trying to remind him they weren’t alone. “Or have you decided that his son’s dick is enough for you?” Damien followed up, his voice dripping with disdain. Courtney’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Why the hell are you asking me this, Damien? What does this have to do with us? I’m sorry, okay? I made a mistake and I regret it every day. We need to let go of the past if we’re going to get back together.” Angela burst into a mocking laugh making Courtney’s face further redden. She felt her ears getting burned and the room started to spin. She couldn’t believe the man who claimed to love her all those years was treating her like a common five-dollar whore. “Get back together? Who said anything about that?” Damien asked, raising an eyebrow. The woman was truly delusional to think he w
Having already seen him coming, Angela sprung into action, sending Andy sprawling backward with a fist to the gut, milliseconds from the bat hitting Damien square in the face.Andy hit the ground with a painful thud, howling in pain and sputtering like a misfiring exhaust.“Courtney, what the hell are you doing with this bastard?” he croaked in between agonized wheezes, glaring daggers at Damien.Courtney was beside herself. Worry, confusion, anger, desire; all these emotions swirled around in her head, rooting her to the spot. She wanted to go to Andy to check on him but what would Damien think about that? And that bitch with him, she would try to make it seem worse than it looked to Damien.Damien stared down at him with a smirk. “Seems you’re back on your feet. I barely even laid hands on you and it took you weeks to heal up? What a joke,” Damien said with a chuckle.If looks could kill, Damien would have been a pile of ash from the scorching glare Andy was giving him. “I have noth
A week had gone by and Damien was getting ready for his secret ceremony. He could hardly hide his eagerness, as he restlessly paced the house on the eve of his ceremony.“You know, this won’t make it come any faster,” Angela said, getting distracted from her work by his constant pacing.She was right but he couldn’t bring himself to settle down. “Do you realize what’s going to happen tomorrow?” He asked, confused by how casually she was taking the whole thing.Angela rolled her eyes. “Yes. You’re having a cult meeting.”“Sure, but seriously. I’m getting a secret. I’m leveling up. Do you understand that?”“You’re already pretty great as you are,” Angela muttered shyly, glancing away so he wouldn’t meet her gaze.He stared at her, wanting to say something but the anticipation of what was to come was at the forefront of his mind.“The Aston is fueled right?” he asked, changing the subject.“Always,” Angela replied, grateful for the tension release but a little hurt that he didn’t acknow