Damian’s phone rang, interrupting his conversation abruptly. “Excuse me,” Damian said as Mrs. B nodded while wiping away her tears. Damian walked away, answering the unknown number. “Who…”“Let’s meet,” Enzo's cold voice pierced through the phone.Damian raised his brow in recognition, but he wouldn't let Enzo call the shots. "I decide when we meet, Enzo. I need us to be on the same page," Damian replied slowly, emphasizing each word.He sensed Enzo's muttered curse, but Damian didn't care. Clearly, this arrangement wasn't sitting well with Enzo."You're just a nobody! What gives you the right to call the shots?!" Enzo seethed, while Damian chuckled lightly."A 'nobody,' yet you chose to partner with one to take down your biggest adversary?" Damian mockingly retorted, as Lucian remained silent. "You're worse than me, Enzo. Utterly helpless," Damian's stern voice carried anger—anger at Enzo for subjecting people to their current ordeal.After hearing Mrs. B's account of Kings Distribut
Damian stared at him for a while, then burst into sudden laughter, leaving Enzo surprised as he watched him. “I knew your dumb self was not to be trusted,” Damian said, stopping his laughter and looking serious.Enzo brought out another pistol from his suit pocket and pointed it at Damian, angry that he was being taken for granted. “How dare you,” Enzo gritted through his teeth.The smile on Damian's face faded as he regarded him seriously. “Pull that trigger, and you will never get to see your grandma again.” Enzo's brow creased in confusion. “What the...”His phone rang, interrupting him. He looked down at his pants where his phone was and then back at Damian. “I would advise you to pick that... an innocent person might die.” Damian's eyes regarded him playfully as he smirked, enjoying the helpless look on Enzo’s face as he picked it up hastily.“Mr. Lombardi…” The caregiver he employed to take care of his grandma's voice came through shakily.“Mrs. Marie…” Enzo’s eyes widened in sh
"I-I-," Enzo stuttered, hesitating, hinting to Damian that he was about to disclose something important."I'm listening," Damian said as Enzo shuddered in fear."Because of my grandma," he said quickly."How?""Originally, I was a common mafia member that led a small gang when Lucian found me. He made me the head of Neo Finance. I was in charge of giving out loans and taking care of them and—""When you say 'taking care of them,' you mean killing them when they threaten to expose your evil deeds to the public?"Enzo nodded as Damian sighed. Lucian wasn't just bad; he was the devil himself."If all of this has been happening all this time, why did the issue start to escalate recently?" Dani probed."Because I decided to stop doing his dirty work. A victim of mine turned out to be my grandma's close friend. Her death shook her so much that she had a heart attack. She hasn't been well since then," Enzo said, and Damian stared at him for a while."Fine," Damian said and stood up, heading
"Do you think he was watching us?" Enzo asked, staring at a fuming Lucian."What do you think?!" Lucian barked angrily as everything fell silent."I set a trap by asking you to leave the group to identify my enemies. We found out about Alberto. He never liked me and Paulo; they both want to see my downfall, but everything worked out for Damian's benefit! That conniving bastard!" Lucian spat angrily again."What are we going to do now?" Enzo asked.Lucian shook his head. "I don’t know. I don’t fucking know! All I know is that I will crush Damian, even if it's the last thing I do!" He gritted his teeth in rage as Enzo stared at him.Meanwhile, Damian stared at the blank laptop, even though there were no visuals. Roberto fidgeted while observing his unbelievably calm young master. It was hard to discern Damian's thoughts from his expression."Young master," Roberto called, staring at Damian, who entwined his fingers and gazed at the empty screen.Roberto’s phone rang, breaking the unendi
"“Now I'll start with Mr. Salacia,” he said after a moment of silence. The man gave him a scornful look, while Damian ignored it. “You came from a rich family where everything is usually provided for you on a platter of gold. You never answer to anyone. You do the commanding, and everyone does your bidding. After your parents died, you took over the Salacia property when you were just 18, and you did pretty well in controlling the enormous asset,” he said as the man scoffed. “What are you trying to say, boy?” He hissed. “Now I’m going to explain something since your old, naive, proud self didn’t let you learn certain etiquette. No matter who or how small a person is, as long as he is over you as your boss, you do whatever he asks you to without complaining or commenting, unless of course, he asks you to,” Damian said with a slow smile that got Mr. Salacia standing up in rage. “You!” He pointed at Damian, who folded his arms and stared at him. “Sit, Mr. Salacia,” Damian said with a ste
"We hope to see you more often here in Rome, Mr. Santoro," Mrs. Castile said with a huge smile as the other shareholders left the room after the meeting. "Yeah, of course," Damian said with a smile, and the other woman reciprocated the gesture as she made her way out too."You've won their hearts as well as put fear in it," Roberto said with a nervous chuckle as he walked up to his boss."It's better to make more enemies than friends," Damian replied. "Besides, I won't be here always. I need to have their backing.""You don't need to. You're the owner. You can do whatever you want," Elena said.Damian shook his head. "You're wrong. If they don't share the same mindset as me, there will be more of Salacia behind my back. I can't monitor everyone at the same time.""You're right," Roberto nodded thoughtfully."We leave for Venice in an hour," Damian said dismissively as he made to leave, but Roberto rushed to stop him, extending his hand by his side.Damian's brow creased in confusion.
Damian stood in front of the familiar gate, glancing at the CCTV camera that monitored the area outside and provided visuals to those within. He waved his hand confidently, wearing a cocky smile. Meanwhile, Lucian, who was inside, noticed this and began to feel enraged. "What the hell is he doing here? Does he have a death wish?" he seethed while watching the CCTV from his office. He grabbed the phone and called security, instructing them to let Damian in, his voice laced with anger. Damian greeted the uniformed security guard with a smile as he entered the mansion. “Good day, Mr. Damian," the guard replied, and Damian continued walking with purpose toward the house. He skipped knocking and entered, finding Lucian glaring at him like an angry beast. Just as he had expected, being at this place only fueled Lucian's anger. After arriving from Rome, Damian had come straight to this location from the airport, and everything was going according to plan. "Domenico Santoro, huh?" Lucian
Ravenna moved to stand in front of Damian, the gun now pointed at her. Damian stared at her in shock. “You’ll kill me first before you harm him,” she said with a determined look.“Have you gone nuts?” Lucian chuckled incredulously.“Yes,” Ravenna replied.“I can’t believe you! Get the hell out of my way, Ravenna!” Lucian shouted at her.“No,” Ravenna replied with a determined look.Lucian stared at her in silence for a while, then spoke up. “Fine then, you can as well die with him,” Lucian said.“Or we can all die together,” Damian interjected, as Lucian's brow creased in confusion.“What?” He asked.“When I walked into the compound, I had bent down to tie my shoelace—you can ask the security if you want. When I bent down, I placed a bomb in the garden…” Damian said as Lucian’s eyes widened in shock.“Just in case something like this were to happen. We can all just die together,” Damian said with a slow, teasing smile.Lucian chuckled and let go of the gun as Ravenna turned to look at