Clarissa's cheeks were red as tomatoes, her eyes watering from irritation. Damien blocked Ash’s body as he confronted Clarissa with that deadly but cold look of his. Ash stared at Damien’s dashing face, her eyes still widened after what he had referred to her as. She cleared her throat and lowered her eyes to the ground, flustered. “D-Damien…” Clarissa spoke his name lovingly, hoping that the male would open his eyes and return his interest to the girl, but he was hard as stone; immovable. “Your husband is waiting for you in the kiosk. You should come to see and comfort him quickly.” “What..?” “He was rejected.” Was Damien’s only explanation. “Rejected..?” “You should go and see for yourself.” Damien turned his body sideways to return his attention to Ash who was behind him. He slipped his hand on her waist. The sight of this made Clarissa shudder. He used to do that with her. With his huge, warm hands— keeping her secure all the time. She can’t believe that he would be holdin
Meanwhile, in the hotel, Ash was already running out of bullets. She was desperate. Desperate to get to that entrance and see the severity of the situation. If only she could kill these men first. She hid behind a flower table with her holed painting and breathed for a while. The gunmen also stopped shooting, giving her the idea that they were now conserving their ammo. "They're going to run low," she whispered in her head. "I knew it! I knew I had a bad feeling! I shouldn't have worn this kind of dress! I could have moved much faster!" She checked the bullets left of her gun. Three. "Fuck me." she cursed under her breath and peeked. When her little head was out of the frame, the gunmen shot again. "Goddamn it." Ash took a deep breath. There was no other choice left. She had to find a way for them to consume what little ammo they have on her without being hit. "And the only way to do that is to stop being a twat and starting running like a madwoman." "Just dodge Ash, just d
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
Hi everyone, it's me Sabbiekeku, again! I have made additional edits to the book regarding name-switches, loose ends of the story and inconsistent information. I sincerely apologize for this as I have been very preoccupied during the making of the finale of this book. Anyway, if you may have noticed, the book's title have been changed to 'Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss' from its former title, 'Secretly A Mafia Boss: Bittersweet Vengeance'. This is one of the major changes that have been implemented to my book with my editor's suggestion and I thought I should inform readers of that. You've come to the end of this book. Thank you for being involved. Sabbiekeku
Hi everyone! It's Sabbiekeku here! I have reviewed and did all the necessary changes all the chapters, and it might be reflected next week. I also noticed that I placed Mr. Hunter, instead of Blackwell for the Chapter ' Wake Up'. Hunter is a different character from a story I am writing and I think I placed his name on accident! (This is what you get for having so many characters in your head...) I usually write my stories during nighttime, as in the morning I have college classes; so it makes me a little bit light-headed. Please pardon me. I also had my midterms this month, so it was quite a challenge. I am so happy for the support that this book had garnered, and I actually didn't expect it. You make so much happy every time you unlock chapter and support me. It really means a lot as an author! BONUS REMARKS: I initially planned to actually kill off Ash. I am a very straightforward fantasy writer and usually, when my characters are engaging in really fatal fights, I really do
Damien's heart sank at the sight of Ash's confusion. He had hoped that she would remember him, but it seemed like she had no recollection of anything that had happened before the accident."I'm Damien," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Your husband."Ash furrowed her brow, looking at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Husband?" she repeated as if the word didn't make sense to her.Damien took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've been married for years now."Ash's eyes widened in surprise, and she tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in her body. "I don't remember," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't remember anything."Damien took her hand, holding it tightly. "It's okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You've been through a lot. But I'm here for you. I'll help you remember."Over the next few days, Damien spent every moment by Ash's side, trying to help her piece together her memories. H
As Damien slowly opened his eyes, he felt a piercing pain in his head. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and weak. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened.Then it all came flooding back to him. The gunfight, Mikhail, and the realization that he had killed his own father-in-law. Damien's heart sank as the memories overwhelmed him.He tried to sit up, but his family members urged him to lie back down. "How are you feeling, Damien?" Eloise, asked him softly.Damien shook his head, unable to find the words to describe the pain he was feeling. "What happened?" he managed to ask.Lilian, his cousin, took his hand and gently explained the events that had led up to him being in the hospital. "You were shot, Damien," she said. "The doctors managed to save you, but you were in a coma for a few days."Damien's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that he had been so close to death. He looked around the room and saw the worried faces of his family member
Damien, Ash, and Tyrion were relieved to be out of the warehouse and away from Mikhail's grasp. They were grateful for Clarissa's help in getting them out, but something about her behavior felt off. She seemed distracted, her eyes darting around nervously, and she kept checking her surrounding every few minutes.Damien approached her, asking if everything was okay. "You've been acting weird since we got out of there. Is there something you're not telling us?" he asked.Clarissa shook her head, offering a weak smile. "No, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit shaken up," she replied.Ash placed a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, offering her comfort. "It's okay, Clarissa. We're all a bit shaken up after what happened. But we're safe now. Let's go home," she said.They started walking towards the car, but Clarissa hesitated. She looked back at the warehouse, then at her phone again. Damien and Ash exchanged a worried glance."Clarissa, come on. We need to get out of here," Damien said, his v
As Damien crouches in the dark corner of his cell, he listens intently to the conversation taking place outside. He hears the triumphant laughter of Mikhail and his men as they celebrate their recent victory over the police force. Damien's mind drifts back to his childhood memories of his mother, Rose, and how she was brutally murdered by Mikhail's men.Mikhail begins to brag about the attack, recounting the details of how they had invaded Rose's home and dragged her out into the streets. He talks about how she had begged for mercy, but they had ignored her pleas and continued to beat her until she lay lifeless on the ground.As Mikhail continues to boast, Tyrion, who was listening all along, became angry. He stands up and starts to move towards the cell door as he knew his father was there. But the guards are quick to notice, and they rush towards him, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him back into the corner.Mikhail turns to face the guards, "Make sure he doesn't cause any tro
Damien tried to ignore the pain in his body as he was thrown into a dark, damp room. He could feel blood trickling down his face from the blows he had received. It was only when the door slammed shut that he realized he was alone with his captors.He could hear footsteps approaching and braced himself for the worst. The door creaked open and in walked Mikhail, a twisted smile on his face."Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Mikhail said, mockingly. "The great Damien, reduced to a bloody mess."Damien gritted his teeth, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in pain."What do you want from me, Mikhail?" Damien asked, his voice hoarse.Mikhail laughed. "Want? I already have what I want. Your family is in shambles, and now you're here, helpless."Damien's mind raced, thinking of a way out of this situation. He couldn't let Mikhail win."You know, Mikhail, you and I can be in-laws. Think about Ash, your daughter. Think about your grandson. Do you really want t
Damien anxiously waited for any news about his son's whereabouts. The past few days had been a blur of dead ends and false leads, but he refused to give up. He knew he had to find his son before it was too late.As he paced back and forth in his living room, his phone rang. It was Carlton, his friend and the lieutenant of the police department."Damien, I've got some intel for you," Carlton said. "We've been tracking Mikhail's movements and we've got a lead on his location."Damien's heart skipped a beat. "Where is he?""He's holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. We've got a team ready to move in, but we wanted to let you know first.""Thanks, Carlton. I'll be there."Damien quickly grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. He knew he had to act fast. Mikhail was dangerous, and he wouldn't hesitate to harm his son if he felt threatened. Ash tried to follow him, but Damien told her to stay. "What are you doing? He's my son too! Didn't I warn you that my father
Damien made his way toward the graveyard where his parents were laid to rest. As he approached their graves, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the field of headstones. He sat down in front of their graves, feeling the cool grass beneath him."Mom, Dad," he began softly, "I know you're not here to answer me, but I need your advice." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Tyrion, our son, has been kidnapped by Mikhail. I'm scared that things might not go as planned during the rescue. I don't know what to do."As he spoke, Ash watched from a nearby corner. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes, but she also saw his strength and determination. She believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.Damien continued to talk to his parent's graves, pouring out his heart to them. He shared his worries, his fears, and his hopes for the future. He talked about his love for Ash and their family, and how he was willing to