"Goodbye, Domenico," Marco muttered as he watched the Bentley that drove Damian out of the company's parking lot."That was so easy," Rafael, who sat by his side in the car, breathed a sigh of relief. Marco glanced at him to steal a glance. "He isn't that invincible." He eyed him and faced forward with a smirk.After that day, he had a clash with Ravenna; all Ravenna had thought of was how to kill Damian, and today was that day.As he made to start his wheel to go and celebrate Damian's death in advance, Marco felt someone hit him from behind as he lost consciousness.*****************************The cold water that splashed on his face brought him back from his deep unconsciousness as he gasped and blinked many times, trying to figure out where he was.And as his vision became clear, he looked around at the dimly lit, empty, large warehouse, with him sitting in the middle of it, tied to a wooden chair like a goat waiting for slaughter."What the—" he tried to loosen the rope, but it
"What? No!" Roberto interjected immediately with wide eyes as he turned to look at Damian for a response. Meanwhile, Damian kept a straight face as he stared silently at Marco, who was giving him a cocky look."Are you trying to play games with me, Marco?" Damian asked calmly, as if Marco's request was not absurd."No," he shrugged. "I'm trying to build trust here.""Fuck you and your trust. Young master, don't listen to him," Roberto said again as Damian's gaze lingered on Marco, as if trying to figure something out by staring at him."Release him," he said at last, and Roberto's eyes widened."What?""Do it," Damian turned to one of the men in suits who went ahead to carry out his order."He tried to kill you," Roberto moved closer to Damian, who didn't take his eyes off Marco for a minute."And I don't like him," Marco said, referring to Roberto when the bomb was removed from his side, and the rope untied."What do you mean?" Damian asked, trying to hide the fact that he was gettin
Marco stared at Damian, who stood there staring at him, pointing a gun.What the hell just happened? He didn't shoot. The gun was in his hand, but he felt a sharp pain in his back."You're such a loser, Marco," Damian said as Marco winced in pain and slumped on the floor. The trucking bastard. He was faster. He should have known Damian would never have a plan B, a plan that is normally better executed than the first."We were not the only ones here," Marco chuckled bitterly as blood spread across his clothes and he slumped on the floor.Damian walked towards him and crouched beside him. "Rest in peace, Marco. You didn't deserve this. Truly. But you brought it upon yourself," he muttered and closed his eyelids with a heavy heart.This was hard for him. He had plans to let him go. Killing Marco wasn't part of the plan. Nor his child."Take care of this," Damian said and walked away without a backward glance. As he left the warehouse, he met Roberto standing at the exit, looking extremel
"Your new girlfriend?" Elena couldn't hold back her curiosity as she stared at Damian, trying to appear less concerned."No. Just some random girl," Damian shrugged as he moved towards the counter and picked up the coffee cup that the woman, whose name he didn't know but had been intimate with, had used.Elena shook her head slowly, struggling to believe it, but she couldn't. The door to the room swung open as she walked out, now dressed. She quickly approached Damian and effortlessly kissed him, making Elena look away."Let's meet again, Mr. Santoro," she smiled and left the room after winking at Elena, who felt anger pulsing through her veins. The woman was beautiful and ravishing, just like Ravenna."Did you sleep with her because of your ex-wife?" Elena didn't know when the question came out, as she gave her boss a judgmental look."What?" Damian asked in disbelief at Elena's sudden question. She never asked him direct questions about his personal life unless it concerned the comp
"That Freya is no ordinary stripper," Elena remarked, her eyes widening in disgust. "I can't believe the young master is oblivious to this. She has been charmed in his web. God, this is bad." She rubbed her forehead and walked straight to her office, with Roberto following, still extremely confused."You are speaking in riddles, Elena," Roberto said as he approached her in her office.Just as Elena was about to respond, the telephone in her office rang, and she picked it up."To my office now, both of you," Damian's cold voice commanded, causing Elena to turn and look at him. "The young master wants to see us in his office," she explained, and without another word, she walked out of the office."What's wrong with everyone?" Roberto muttered as he followed suit.When they arrived at Damian's office, they found him seriously scribbling on a file, seemingly oblivious to the unethical situation he had been in with someone in his office during working hours."Sir," Elena said, trying to ge
“Ugh?” Elena's mouth dropped as she was caught off guard by the question."From your behavior, one could tell how much you don’t like Freya. And not because she did anything to you. But because I favor her," he said as Elena's fist clenched in anger."That doesn’t mean I love you, young master. I am just your employee—"With a swift movement, Damian stood up from the chair and walked up to her. He perched on the table in front of Elena, their faces inches away from each other. Elena couldn’t resist the urge to look at his lips, those lips she always dreamt of kissing one day."You sure?" Damian asked with a husky tone."No," she breathed a reply as she sucked in her breath, her gaze shifting to his eyes. Those determined eyes that turned her on."Good," Damian said and stood upright, his hands in his pocket as his gaze lingered down on her. "Don’t. If you don’t want to get hurt. I don’t have the heart to reciprocate whatever love you have for me, Elena," he said as she looked up at hi
"I investigated her background and found out she is one of the major distributors in the bar. Most of the men who patronize her benefit from her big time. She's a big shot," Marcello explained as Ravenna rubbed her forehead."Are you kidding me right now?" Ravenna hissed."Why the hell would Damian engage with such a person?" She asked, spite written all over her face."I'm not sure, but I got from my intel that they are quite close. Damian wasn't one to deal with drugs. It has to be some other relationship. Something I am not sure of..." Marcello replied slowly, not wanting to incur Ravenna's anger."Are you saying he's sleeping with her? Like having a sexual relationship?" Ravenna asked with an incredulous chuckle, even though she was burning with rage."What other business would a stripper have with a man of Damian's caliber?" Marcello asked as Ravenna scoffed."How dare she use my face to get to him?" Ravenna stood up abruptly."Can you not make a big deal out of this? She just ha
"Hello," Ravenna waved her hand with a smile spread across her lips as she stared at Freya, whose blindfold was removed. From the note, she was directed to a place where she would be picked up and taken to Ravenna thereafter.She didn't realize she would be taken to a yacht on the sea in the cold evening."Where is my niece?" Freya made to lunge at Ravenna but was stopped by the hefty men that stood behind her, the same ones that brought her here."If I were you, I would be obedient because your niece's life depends on my mood. Don't act all slutty with me, girl," Ravenna said calmly as Freya bit her lips, a gesture she always made whenever she was scared. The woman was crazy, but she didn't know she was this crazy.As she remembered her grandma in a pool of blood whom she had taken to the morgue, her blood went cold with fear. Was she crazy not to have told anyone before coming here?"Are you doing this because of a man who doesn't even give a hoot about you?" Freya asked angrily as R