Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Bittersweet

When they returned to the villa, Tyrell Blackwell was waiting for them in his office. 

As always after a late night’s hard work ends, Damien hopped off from the vehicle while stretching her arms in the air. Ash followed behind while dragging the unconscious man with her into the ground. 

When she dropped his body into the soil, Ash crouched and chuckled. “Whoops, sorry didn’t mean that. Whoops! Uh-oh didn’t mean that either!”

Damien sighed at the girl. 

He really thought Ash was going to be one of those butlers that are always so strict and polite. But she was the polar opposite of what he had expected. 

Ash was brave, but foul-mouthed and also unbelievably honest to the point that her honesty can sometimes make you cry. There are times when she is so naughty like a preschool kid who had gone into a park for the first time, and there are times when she becomes a complete beast. 

And in those times, she becomes deadly.  There are indications that could tell when she was. If the atmosphere around you turns dreadful or when she wears that ridiculously unnerving, gentle smile on her face.

The only time he had witnessed that was when they first met. 

When she pulled him out of his suicidal thoughts.

He owes everything to her, even to this day.

“That is enough.” He grabbed the back of her blazer and pulled her away from the boy. “You’re going to kill him before we can even get to turn him over.” 

“Psh.” She rolled her eyes. “Killing him off is better than turning him over. Murdering people after using them, and expecting them to sit in jail to live the rest of their lives?”

“I don’t think I can agree with that, Master.” 

Damien removed his black blazer too and put it on her face. “He will live the rest of his life being haunted by his bad deeds. His mind will deteriorate in jail and he will beg to be killed to end his haunting suffering.”

“Which one do you think suits him better, Ash?”

Ash removed the blazer from her face and breathed. “I suppose you have a point, master. Any route— as long as he suffers, is fine to me.”

The two headed inside the mansion and the maids greeted them as they walked by. The other men in black carried the suspect on their back like a sack and trailed behind their master and their captain. When they reached the end of the hall, Damien opened the door. 

The current head of the household, Tyrell Blackwell, turns his swivel chair at the arrival of his son. A soft smile is displayed on his elderly face and he offered him a seat at his desk. Damien gestured at the others to come in and they threw the boy on the floor.

Almost immediately, the boy— their suspect, wakes up, as if the fall shook his world. Damien sits gracefully beside his father, so prince-like, that the maids peeking from the door before it closed— giggled. 

“How old is he?” Tyrell asked. 

“Nineteen.” Damien replied and eyed the boy who was already wetting his pants. 

“W-Where am I?!”

“Hush now, boy,” Tyrell told him in a gentle voice. “We will not hurt you unless you decide to do something funny.”

“That bitch already did!” he thundered. “Where’s that white-haired bitch, hm?! I’m going to fuck her bloody—”

Ash who couldn’t endure his knavery, kicked the back of his head with the soles of her boots and the boy crashed to the ground again. He looked around in a panic, but he couldn't see because they placed a sack above his head. 

“You bitch!”

“Shut it, dirtbag.” She grabbed the sack from his head and then pulled his hair back, then smirked. “Your daddy ain’t here, and he will never make it past those gates. I suggest you zip that clever mouth of yours shut before I sew it myself.”

“Ash.” Tyrell frowned at her. “Release him.” 

Ash heaved a sigh and whispered one more time before releasing his grip on his hair. “You’re lucky they’re kind to you. I would’ve left your family to find you in a ditch had I been in charge.”

The boy gritted his teeth and spoke no more, for he knew that with the girl’s strength— it was truly possible for her to seal his mouth forever. 

“Ash seems to be highly disturbed.” Tyrell turned to his son, who of course, couldn’t agree more. “It would appear to me that she is in need of a break.”

“I’m fine, Lord Tyrell.”

“You aren’t.” The old man insisted then gestured his hands, “Bring the boy into one of the rooms and have at least two guards watch over his door. He will be brought to the police station tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll bring him, sir.” Ash confidently said with a smirk.

“No.” Damien opposed. “Stay here. We have something to discuss.”

“Is it about the company? I have no idea about the company so I’ll go stick to my line of work instead.”

“I said, you are not going anywhere.”

Damien’s voice was austere and cold. Ash had no choice but to agree. Damien grabs a stool and placed it beside him so she could sit. 

“So…” Tyrell started. “…do you both have plans for a break?”

“Break?” Damien raised an eyebrow. “What for? We just arrived here.”

Damien had just arrived from abroad to study business at the best university so he could handle their company well. And also, for two years, he trained to become a better fighter. 

Just a few weeks ago, Ash was even surprised at how well he can handle a gun in a fight. Damien had not arrived for too long. He’d been in Greenfield for only the past three months. Ash thought it was even hopeless for him to learn how to use a gun since he was so meek and kind back then— like a little sheep. 

But now, Damien has evolved. 

He has evolved into a monster that hides in that serene look on his face. 

“Blackwell is releasing a new product into the market and our investors are very happy about it. They know this is going to sell well.” 

Damien nodded a little bit while showing a smile of satisfaction. “That’s good to hear.”

“Just in three months of your arrival, you already had a hit product in mind.”

“I’ve been planning for it since you sent me to Petersburg. Glad you loved it.” 

“You made a device in two years all by yourself?” Ash looked at him, dumbfounded. “How did you manage to do that?!”

“I worked in a tech company before so I know it.”

Ash chuckled for a little while. In her head, she whispered: ‘Smartypants’. Damien had always been a techno-geek. 

Tyrell was proud of him. “Either way, surveys say that the people loved the design and the hardwire. Looks like this product will truly top other devices. Our company will be in the charts at no time.”

“The production is still ongoing. I think we shouldn’t get our hopes up high.” Damien remained humble. 

“No son,” Tyrell shook his head. “…I think this will be the start of Blackwell’s rocket into the top. And because of that, I have actually decided to make this as your debut as the Chief Executive Officer of Blackwell Incorporation.” 

Damien’s eyes widened, Ash’s eyes broadened a little bit too. The two did not absorb what had come out of Tyrell’s mouth!

“CEO… are you stepping down?”

“I think it is time for me to retire.” Tyrell nods. “I have no regrets about it. In fact, I am excited. With this successful debut, I am certain Blackwell will become an empire in the technology industry. And all that, I have thanks to you, Damien.”

“I…” Damien couldn’t make out the right words. He was too shocked to hear about this! Him! A CEO?!

“I plan to introduce you to the media during the product launch. A lot of investors will be there. I know you will not embarrass me.”

Damien pursed his lips and sighed. There was a problem. “I think that is a bad idea.”

“Why is that?”

“Back then, when I confronted Clarissa in front of the public, she accused me of abusing her. Won’t that make any implications for the debut launch?” 

He clasped his fingers together, hinting his discomfort. “I think my current reputation will bring a stain to the company. You’ve already reached so far. I do not want everything to crumble simply because of my name.”

Tyrell looked at his son and shook his head. “My son, this is the best time for you to mend that reputation. Fight your way back to the top, and then you can look at your enemies who are beneath you.”

Ash nodded in support. “I’ll get you the best lawyer. We’ll sue them for defamation.” 

Damien nods. 

This is the time.

There’s nothing like a bittersweet revenge that’s been brewing for two years.