Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Stranger

Damien is then sent to the interviewer’s office, where he waits on the same benches along with four other interviewees.  After twenty minutes, a secretary came out of the interviewer’s door and calls out Damien’s name. At first, she was cheerful, but when she laid sight of Damien’s face, her smile quickly faded. 

“It’s your turn, sir.” 

Damien composed himself. “Thank you.”

Why did he feel unwelcomed?

He entered the interviewer’s office. He was a short, stout man with piercing black eyes and a credible mustache. He gandered at Damien and then offered him a seat. 

Damien settles down, gives him an envelope, and gives the interviewer the time to read his documents. 

Damien’s resume was brilliant. He had many achievements and awards from previous works, and one could tell from the first look at his resume that this man was the asset they needed. Damien was confident with his resume. He was even more confident of his performance.

The interviewer began with some simple questions and then slowly turned the notch into something more complex. Damien, however, answers them with utmost ease. The look on the interviewer’s face cannot deny that he was impressed.

“Hm. You’re pretty skilled at your job, as it says here.”

“Yes.” Damien nodded. 

“You got the experience. The skills. You were even a team leader in your previous workplace. Not bad.”

The interviewer closed his documents and pushed him toward him. Damien received his application back and looked at him with a hopeful face. 

“However, I am afraid we cannot hire you.”

Damien’s thick eyebrows angled. “Pardon?”

“This company has no intentions of hiring a man with a bad reputation. Take your application and leave.”

“I’m sorry, sir. There is no proof of Ms. Clarissa’s claims! I do not want to bring this issue here, but I did not hurt her.”

“You can leave now. Good luck finding a new one.” 

“Sir! Please. I did nothing wrong! Please give me a chance. I promise I will not fail you!”

 “Wake up, Damien! In this world, no one will ever take you in! Even if you applied to be a gardener in someone else’s home, no one would hire you! No one will hire a rapist!”

“I did not force my way on her! I never touched her! I was never a rapist!”

“Bah!” the interviewer drunkenly flailed his arm to him. “Get out, he doesn’t want you here.”

“Who?”

“Me.” A voice came from behind them. 

Damien slowly turned around and saw Richard standing behind him, with Clarissa on his back. Damien’s eyes flashed like a stick of dynamite— ready to blow up any time. There were also police officers behind him. 

“What the hell is the meaning of this?”

Richard had a huge bruise on his face— it was the punch that Damien had given him. Clarissa timidly hid behind him like the wolf in sheep's clothing that she is. 

“You… not only did you leave me with a lot of debts… you also conspired with other companies to ignore my applications? How could you?!”

“Finally, we found you.”

“Found me, huh.” Damien brushed his hair in stress with his fingers. “All of this… is bullshit. Take back what you said about me. I never touched you, Clarissa!”

“How could you do this to me? I loved you. I worked for you. I…” 

Clarissa clutched onto Richard's sleeve. “Just take him out already. I don't want to see him anymore!”

“What..?!”

"I want him to have the dirtiest cell in prison.”

The policemen behind him nodded and immediately seized Damien’s arms. Damien looked at Clarissa one more time in horror, but the girl only smirked.

“Shit! Get off me! I demand a lawyer!” 

The policemen only grinned and laughed as he said this. Clarissa could be heard giggling too. 

“Clarissa! Tell them! I didn’t touch you! I never did!”

“Hehe.” Clarissa smirked and rested her head against Richard's shoulder. “Thanks for the fun times, Damien.” 

Damien turned pale as the officers pinned him to the ground. His vision was clouded as he was being beaten again and again. Fury marched Damien’s eyes. He grabs the officer’s leg as he was about to get kicked and pulled it, causing the officer to slip and hit his skull against the sharp desk. The officer drops to the ground, and the other officer pulls out a gun. 

Richard and Clarissa stepped back, eyes wide. They didn’t expect him to be that strong!

Damien walked menacingly towards them, his eyes yearning to beat them into pulps. 

“Richard! Do something!”

“You will pay for everything Clarissa. I will make sure of that.” 

All of a sudden, the police officer shoots Damien in the leg. 

A sharp pang proceeds to swell in his lower half. Damien glanced down and found his leg bleeding like tap water leaking. Clarissa yelped while Richard's eyes were wide. The officer points the gun at Damien’s head. 

“Boss. What do you say we get rid of him?”

Richard nodded. “Yes. Finish him off. Leave no trace of him behind.”

Damien’s eyes widened. He could feel the cold steel against his nape as the police officer laughed behind him. 

But Damien did not want to die, not like this.

“This is what you want, huh?” Damien’s kind expression turned devilish. He slowly turned his head around, his eyes blaring, screaming arson. Even the police officer was taken aback for a few seconds.

“What the hell are you looking at, punk?!”

“Just pull the trigger!” Clarissa screamed. 

Damien smirked; before the officer could place his finger against the trigger, Damian had already grabbed the gun from him. He elbows the police officer, breaking his nose and causing it to bleed. The officer drops to the ground because of dizziness, and Damien points the gun at the couple. 

He could still feel his bleeding leg, but the pain was no greater than being betrayed. 

Richard and Clarissa gasped as Damien pointed it at them. 

“D-Damien…”

“Which one of you would like to see the devil first?” 

“Put it down!” Clarissa was already crying. It was funny how excited she was earlier to have him killed, but now, she was wetting herself because the same gun was now pointed at her. 

“Did you really want to kill me for a long time?” Damien asked. “Did you even love me, Clarissa?”

Clarissa didn’t answer. Damien nodded in defeat and dropped the gun to the ground. “You’ve been blinded with money. You’ve changed, and I didn’t know what made you become that way.” 

Clarissa’s eyes stared at the gun on the ground, Richard was trembling. Damien knew there was no point in intimidating them even further. Even if he had killed them both, he would still be defeated. 

He had lost her heart. 

Clarissa chose him, and he can never change the way she feels. 

“I wish you all the happiness in the world.” Was Damien’s last words for the fear-stricken pair.

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In his endless wandering, he found himself on the bridge. Several cars passed by him, yet no one bothered to stop and help him. Damien was feeling numb.

He focused his gaze on the water beneath the bridge. Water that stretched miles and miles into the horizon. Negativity swarmed in his thoughts, and within seconds, he could hear the back of his mind urging him to jump and leave everything behind.

Nothing was there for him anymore.

He was an orphan, and he had no family. He barely made friends, and his career was demolished. Who else can he rely on in his desperate time of need?

No one. 

At least, that is what he thinks.

His legs were dying. The pain was all over him, but it didn’t seem to bother him anymore.

Damien sat on the edge of the ramp and stared at the dark waters beneath him. He imagined how it would feel if he fell there. Would it be painful? 

Will the surface tension of the water kill me first?

There was only one way to find out. 

He adjusted his leg to get out of the ramp. He balanced his shoes against a little gap that separated him from death. He closed his eyes and wished.

‘Please, no more of this loneliness.’

He made his body light and took a deep breath before slowly releasing his fingers one by one. The breeze warped in his ears, and the gentle pouring of the rain calmed his racing heart— which he intended to stop forever.

He lets go.

“Wait!” a voice called from afar— so glaringly obnoxious that it led to Damien opening his eyes again. He looked over to his shoulder and found a girl running towards him, dressed in a tuxedo. Behind her were a limousine and four other men dressed in black.  

“You there, do not jump.” The girl’s blue eyes narrowed at him. She was also fixated on the terrible wound in Damien’s leg. When she saw it, she couldn’t help but irk at how painful it even looked.

“Who are you?” Damien asked, his voice weak. All of a sudden, he recognizes that thick, bold accent and the girl’s unusually silver-ashy hair. Damien stared at the moon peeking from above the rain clouds, bestowing him a faint glow of light that allowed him to see the girl even from the fog. 

Damien’s eyes brightened for a second, blinded by the girl’s radiant, diamond-like glow. She was like a ghost, a beautiful one. And for a second, Damien thought he was already dead. 

“You’re the girl from the…”

The girl lent her hand to the male while putting him under cover of her black umbrella. The rain stops in his gaze, and his eyes become clear. She grabbed Damien’s thick arm tightly and refused to let go of him if he continued to stay in that part of the bridge.

“You cannot die yet. Not this time. I will travel through hell to bring you back to life.”

Damien was stunned. This girl…

How can she be so beautiful in his eyes this time?

Was it because she lent him a hand when everyone else turned away from him?

Oh yes, perhaps, that was the reason. 

The littlest act of kindness broke Damien’s heart to pieces. 

“Why are you… no... who the hell even are you?"

The girl pulled him out of the bridge's death gap, and then she said: “I will take you home."

"W-What..?"

"I am Ash Harlock. Master, let us bring retribution over them."