Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Kidnapped by the Stranger

Damien stared at the people before him and shook his head.

“Look, I had a terrible day. If this is a prank, quit it out.”

The girl named Ash sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I know you do not want to jump, Master Blackwell. Step out. Your father wants to see you.”

“Father?” confusion is visible in the male’s eyes. “Sorry… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think it is me you’re looking for.”

“You are.” Ash leaned closer to him until he could feel her breath on his face. Damien averted his eyes from her and looked away. “Emerald eyes and jet black hair, with a small scar on your cheek. You are indeed Lord Blackwell’s son.”

“Who—”

Ash placed a finger on his lips cunningly and then shifted her eyes to the men behind her. “It’s him. Take him.”

The men in black approached Damien and pulled him off the edge of the bridge. Several cars in the street would look at the suspicious sight in front of them but figured that they didn’t want to get involved so they kept on driving.

When the men in black tried to tie Damien up, a car pulled over.

“What the hell is going on here? Where are you taking that man?”

Ash tucked her hair behind her ear and stepped to talk to the driver. The driver who pulled over immediately meets Ash’s sadistic but cold grin.

“Cold evening, is it not?” she greeted the driver.

Somehow, the driver got chills just by looking at Ash’s smile. Within the corner of his eye, he could see the men putting a sack over Damien’s head and pushing him into the vehicle.

Ash’s head tilted, blocking the scene behind her. “Where are you headed off, Sir?” she asked him again to get his attention, still wearing that chilling smile on her lips.

“U-Uh… just passing by.”

“Good. Have a safe trip.”

The driver was shaking. He could tell from the sight before him that these people were not just any member of society and that he had pulled into the wrong scene.

“I-I… am going ahead.”

Ash taps the vehicle’s front and nodded. “Off you go.”

The driver was about to stir his wheel when he then hears her whisper: “…and not a single word.”

“Y-Yes ma’am.”

And so, the car drove off into the gloomy, bridge.

Ash smiled at the cars after him, and they did not even think about pulling over like the other one did. When the men in black successfully put Damien inside the limousine, Ash also enters inside.

She sits and then pulls Damien’s head to rest on her lap, then she told the driver of the limousine, “To the mansion, Lord Blackwell expects him before dawn.”

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Damien woke up on a soft mattress against his spine. His eyes were blurry because he had smashed and lost his spectacles previously. He spanned his eyes across the room which he swore he had never been in before.

“Where am I?”

“In your room, of course, Master Damien.”

“Master?” Damien pivoted his head beside him only to see that silver-headed girl from yesterday.

“Who..?”

“My, my. Seems like you, too, have inherited your father’s forgetfulness, Sir.” the lady who wore a tuxedo and black skirt, which perfectly fit her hourglass body— stands up and chuckles. “It’s Ash, Sir.”

“Ash…” he repeats with a glare. “Why did you kidnap me?”

Ash heads to the nearby windowsill and opens the blinds, allowing the sunlight to fill the room. “Perhaps you should ask your father about that.”

Damien pursed his lips.

His father?

He’d been an orphan since he was a baby. The nuns in the orphanage told him his family was dead. And now… his own Father sends him?

Damien lowered his head and inspected himself. His skin was clean and his clothes were changed. Someone definitely took care of him the night before.

“Where are my clothes, I need to go to work.”

“Work?” Ash raised an eyebrow. “Oh yes, I have forgotten to tell you about that. You were fired, Sir.”

“Fired?” Damien repeats, his chest sinking. Earlier, their boss manager just asked him if he wanted a promotion!

“What else do you expect? Apparently, you touched your CEO’s bride.”

“I did not!” Damien stood up from his bed, towering over Ash’s small physique. Ash takes a step back as she allowed the young master to express his disbelief and right to deny. “I never touched Clarissa! I loved that woman!”

“Right. And how did that go for you, Master?” Ash crossed her arms and then turned her back of him to head out. “Expect that no employer will be taking you in, Master. However, you need not worry about surviving. Everything will be provided for you in this mansion. You should be quick, though, and perhaps there will be a discussion of how you can get back against the Coltons. Your father expects to see you. He couldn’t talk to you yesterday because you passed out.”

“Your men placed that sack all over my head! How am I supposed to breathe in such limited space?”

Ash sighed. “We would not have placed a sack on your head if you behaved. Anyway,” She pointed to the closet. “Your clothes are there. Meet us at the dining hall. Be there in ten minutes.”

“Wait— what?!”

Ash left him and shuts the door close. Damien is left, ruminating about what he must do in this situation.

He was fired, and now society hates him because of Clarissa’s statement that he tried to touch her. There is no one left for him to rely on.

But he cannot ask forgiveness for something he did not sin for.

Damien rushed to the closet, took out some clothes, and washed himself before heading to the dining room to meet his so-called father.

Several thoughts rushed in his mind. His feelings from yesterday had not fully subsided yet, and now, another emotion stirs within him.

Anger.

How can this father of his— fail to visit him in the orphanage if he were alive? More so, if he was this wealthy… why did he have to throw him away?

Damien massaged his forehead as it was starting to hurt.

Meanwhile, in the dining hall, Ash has returned. She focused her eyes at the male at the end of the table who wore lavish coats. Different cuisines were displayed on the table, and naturally, she stood beside Lord Tyrell Blackwell.

“Is he awake?” the father of the household asked her.

“He is.” Ash replied and then shifted her eyes to the entrance of the dining hall, waiting for the young master to show himself.

Lord Tyrell’s eyes rested at his palms which were clasped tightly above the table. Ash could tell that he was nervous to meet and speak with his son for the first time.

She didn’t know the reason why he abandoned his son in an orphanage. Is Ash was not his employee, she would’ve disliked him for that reason.

But Ash knows there’s a reason why he had to leave that boy in an orphanage. She knows it too well because she had been exposed to the dangerous line of work by the Blackwells.

Ash tied her silver-dyed hair in a ponytail while waiting for Damien to arrive.

“Shall I go and call him, Sir?” she asked her boss. “The food is getting cold.”

It was an understatement. The food had been cold hours ago since Lord Tyrell sat on that chair since 8 A.M. It was already 11 A.M.

“No.” He forbade her. “I will wait for him.”

Ash gritted her teeth, a display of the woman’s rogueness and delinquency. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her skirt and continued to wait.

A few minutes later, they hear footsteps approaching the dining hall. Lord Tyrell tensed as a tall, brawny man appears from the doorway. He had a meek expression in his face like a confused sheep. The first thing Tyrell noticed was his viridescent eyes. And only with those, he knew he was his child.

Damien stared at Tyrell, Ash, and the rest of the men in black in the room.

“Let’s get out.” Ash told the men and proceeded to walk away from the dining hall when Damien stops her.

“You’re not leaving.” He firmly told her.

Ash glared at him. Though he looked calm at that moment, the way he gripped Ash was tight. The girl thought her arm was going to snap.

“You don’t want to speak with your father alone?”

“You’ll be here in case my hands slipped and I kill this man.” He replied back as he looked at his Father. Ash rolled her eyes and remained in the room in case the abandoned child snapped.