The Blackwells tried to rush Tyrell into the nearest medical institution. However, the doctors broke it to them that Tyrell was already dead on arrival. "There's nothing else we can do. I'm sorry." the doctor, who used to be Tyrell's friend, sadly told them, his heart breaking at the situation. He was a good friend to him, despite the shady business he was running. Damien was silent the entire time after his father was proclaimed dead. Ash, however, was nowhere to be found. "No news yet of where she is?" "No sir." one of his men replied. "The Captain has not been seen since an hour ago." "Any place you may think where she goes?" Damien worriedly asked them. "Negative, sir. The Captain never tells us anything." Damien frowned. Last night was a complete tragedy. Just as when they were about to build Blackwell as a tech empire— came the enemies to strike them at their most unexpected time. Damien clenched his fists while looking at the room where his father was laying down. He cou
Damien sat in his desk, leg crossed and a finger under his chin. His office, which used to be crowded with his own men, was now barren— with only six of his best men left who were not deployed during his debut in the company. Ash was standing along with these men, a few bandages on her neck and arm. She looked at Damien who had been staring at his smartphone for nearly twenty minutes. Ash grabbed the phone from his hands, causing Damien’s attention to shift.“Did you call us here to stand and watch you stare at nothing?” she raised an eyebrow at him, from which Damien quickly pulled his gaze away. The male sighed, then shrugged. “No. Of course not.”“We’ve got enemies to handle. Lord Blackwell’s death should be avenged.” “I know.” Damien looked at Ash with worry and sighed once again. “Of course, I know that, Ash.” “Then what are we waiting for here?” she stepped in front of him, her eyes holding nothing but all the bitterness in the world. “I’ll kill them all!”“Master.” The injur
Ash stared at Damien’s confused emerald eyes. He really looked a lot like his father. She lowered the hand that was attached on her shoulder and smiled at him. “You know what, maybe we should just forget fighting for a while and focus on your father’s funeral. That would be best, won’t it?”Damien could tell she was avoiding his questions. As much as he wanted to question her about it, Damien only looked at her. “You needed to rest, didn’t you?” Ash said. “Go. I’ll take care of the media.”Damien left shortly. The next morning, Damien’s car arrived at Blackwell Tech accompanied by police. They escorted him into the conference hall where journalists gathered to interview him. Damien addressed a few words, expressing his lamentations for the loss of the founder of Blackwell Tech as well as reassuring the public that their company will not lose its quality simply because their creator had left.Ash was among the people who watched as her master spoke to the endless questions thrown by
“Please wait here, Lord Blackwell will be arriving here soon.” The client, who was a rich woman along with her daughter entered Damien’s office with fearful faces. It had been a month after the BW Tech murder spree happened. Things have calmed down, but the culprit, however, was still not caught.A politician’s wife heard of the services offered by the Black Vigilantes. Hearing that they were now open for business, they immediately paid the luxurious villa a visit to meet with the master himself.The woman along with her daughter looked around the office, afraid. How could they not be? There were six men lined up in the corner, with guns strapped on their torso and fingers on the trigger. They had been waiting there for hours. But their wait was worth the time as their request needed their service. It was only the Vigilantes who can get them the justice they need. “Mama, how much longer?” the girl embraced her mother. “Anytime, dear.” All of the sudden, the door creaks open. A han
Damien was able to enter the building with ease. The men's eyes were fixated on him, but he remained calm knowing that if he makes the wrong move, these men will turn their attentions to him, instead. Noel was stiff, however, walking behind his master like a terrified dog. “Breathe, Noel,” Damien whispered to him. “You don’t want to be shot in the thigh twice, do you?”Noel took a deep breath and eased his shoulders. Damien gave him a pat on the back, his eyes still directed on the path before them, observing.“I’ve never got to thank you for saving my life.” Damien brought it up. “I should tell you in advance that I am grateful you did that.” “W-Will I get a raise, sir?”Damien chuckled. “Bold, aren’t we? It’s too early for you to get a raise. I’m pretty sure being involved with a mafia was already stated in your contract, right? Or did you not read it well?”Noel gulped. “When I signed the contract I was aware I was going to get shot at some point.” “So…” Damien turned at him again
The police gathered around the scene and confiscated everything in the auction. The participants of the auction, which were highly sought businessmen and politicians were there too. “You caught someone big this time.” One of the police officers approached Damien and Ash who were sitting on the chair aside, resting from their nerve-wrecking encounter earlier. This officer was the Blackwell’s connection to the rest of the police as well as the government. His name was Carlton Foxx, a high-ranking superintendent, as well as the Blackwells’ backer in the mafia business. He is the one who refers Black Vigilantes services to those who need it, of course, with a commissioning price. “Carl!” Ash’s face lit up upon seeing the male. Damien watched as the two high-fived each other as if they had been friends for years. Only this time it was not as-if. Ash and Carlton were indeed acquaintances ever since the police sought the service of Black Vigilantes. Carlton was only two years older than
“What did Carl tell you?” Ash asked Damien as they were about to enter the car. Their work in the Auction was done and the money for their service was already credited into their accounts. Ash was ready to take her master back home. “You guys sure took your sweet time catching up with one another that I didn’t even get the time to talk with Carl myself. What were you talking about, anyway?” Damien pulled his tie away and removed his blazer then closed his eyes as he relaxed at his seat. “Nothing much.”“He looked serious and I am not stupid, Master.” She turned her head to look at him and glared. “Did he ask you to do something different again?”“It is none of your concern.” He coldly responded to her. “Just drive.” Ash pouted and placed her hand on the wheel. “A new commission from him. I’d say your officer friend has become bolder and bolder with every referral he makes.” “What is it this time?” “Drug lords.” “Don’t we catch drug lords and put them in their places all the time
BLACKWELL TECH CORPORATION BUILDINGThe employees of BW Tech lined up against the hallway after their CEO had called on for a meeting with other members of the board. A black, BMW-7 rolls in the driveway of the company’s entrance marking the arrival of their boss. Everyone was astonished and sweating at the sight of the expensive vehicle before them that housed the leader of the most elite company in the gaming industry. The CEO’s secretary, Noel came out first, and then the bodyguard, Ash came out next. The employees already knew Ash as she always came with Tyrell in the company as his companion. It even shocked them to hear that Ash was actually not Tyrell’s daughter. Ash coldly looked at each one of the employees which gave them goosebumps. She didn’t necessarily have a reason for it, but she loved the way their body tensed up when she glared at them. Their reactions were always the best.She then opens the door for her master, and Damien descends the vehicle gracefully with an a