A volcano was about to erupt inside of Damien, his hands were itching to connect with August’s face.“What nonsense! Do my men and I look like cleaners to you? You must have a lot of nerves saying that. I might have agreed to pay for the bills, but my men and I will never stoop that low to do all these things!” Damien made it clear.August chuckled, “you might want to take back your statement,” he said indifferently.Damien was exasperated, “look here, big mouth, the only reason why you are still alive is because you are under this roof. I don’t want to drop a dead body in the Gibsons restaurant, but once you are out of here, you won’t last a minute. I’ll kill you and feed your corpse to the vultures,” he said coldly his eyes narrowing in anger.Ava pitied Damien, he would’ve been on his knees trembling in fear and begging for his life, if he knew who he was talking to. He dared threatened to kill the Gibson’s heir? He must be begging to be killed. She wanted to tell Damien to stop s
Damien's frown deepened; of all the chores, washing dishes was the most demeaning, and August had assigned him just that. “No way!” Damien protested, his voice thick with disdain. “I refuse to take orders from this lowlife. It’s ridiculous!” “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to do as he said,” Ava interjected calmly. Damien and his men’s faces became pale, this has to be the worst day of their lives as henchmen! Who would believe that the almighty Damien and his men would one day be compared to fi chores in a restaurant they had been collecting protection money from?“Please leave your weapons here,” August said with a mocking tone. “It’s unsanitary to bring all these bats and metal pipes—used for violence—into the kitchen and dining area.”Damien and his men scowled. The chores were grueling, but following August’s taunts was even more infuriating. Their only solace was their already made up minds to kill him later.The men reluctantly began their chores. Two of them started sweeping and
The call was from his boss, Mr Turner. Damien’s heart ran a mile as the phone continued to ring in his hand. He was quite aware of why his boss was calling. He quickly glanced at his wrist and the time made him to shake the more.It was already past 1:00PM, he was supposed to deliver the protection money to Mr Turner before 12:00PM, he was already an hour late. Being late was not the reason for his freight, the protection money he was supposed to take to him was the one he used in settling all the bills for the customers in the restaurant.He knew that Mr. Turner would not take kindly to any discrepancies, especially if a single penny was missing. But if Mr. Turner discovered that $215,000 was short, the consequences would be severe. If there were a punishment worse than death, Damien would surely face it.Damien stood there shaking like a leave while the phone rang in his hand. It rang for the first time and went unanswered as he could not find the courage to answer it. But he was al
Damien and his men were bold enough to not even wear masks. Why would they when even the police dared not say a word. They were Mr Turner’s men after all, even if the police did arrest them, they will be released with just a phone call.In the van, the men forcibly tied August’s hands behind his back, his struggle was not enough to overcome the four thugs. They overpowered him pressing him against the vans floor as it drove on.“Look who we have here,” Damien said sarcastically a sneer curled on his lips. “Let me go, you scoundrels,” August protested, struggling to free himself from the men’s grip, but he couldn’t they were too strong.“You disappoint me,” Damien snorted. “It’s so unfortunate you don’t have the strength to match your mouth. You talk so much but can’t free yourselves from my men’s grip. Maybe you should have thought of this before asking us to do all those things,” Damien said slowly, his voice dripping with malice.“Look here Damien, you and your men should let me go
There was no way August could look at his wristwatch since his hands were tied behind the chair. “What says your time,” he asked ignorantly, gesturing at the men.“Why are you asking for time now? Just a matter of minutes before you are dead, they don’t use Time in the land of the death,” one of them ridiculed and they elicited into laughter. “It’s wrong to turn down a denying man’s request, so I’ll tell you what the time is,” one of the men said mockingly before staring at his wrist. “It is some minutes to 3:00PM”.August’s countenance changed, putting on a more serious face he said slowly: “Enough of the play boys. You should untie me now, I have a meeting to attend and I’m already running late”.The men exchanged glances and burst into an an unending laughter, they laughed disdainfully till their guts almost came out through their mouths. “Did you hear this delusional fool? He said he has a meeting to attend,” Scarface mocked amidst the laughter. “Maybe it’s true he has a meeting
Tom’s heart jumped a bit, he had never taken a fellow man, one on one before. But August wasn’t going to be a full man; his hands were going to be tied after all. “Of course sweetheart, I fully agree with you. I will beat the hell out of this pauper such that he’ll wish he had never underestimated me; I’ll show him no mercy. He’ll beg me to stop but I’ll continue till I beat him to a pulp,” Tom said intimidatingly, clenching his fist.August chuckled secretly, Tom was now fully into his trap. “Very well then, untie my legs,” August sneered.Tom quickly removed his suit jacket and gave to Mia, “hold this for me, bae. This is only going to take a few minutes; I’ll break his jaws, fingers and some ribs then am done, he’s going to killed today anyways Three minutes is enough,” Tom said folding the sleeves of his shirt.“Yes sweetheart, this pauper deserves to be taught some lessons. Don’t show him any mercy!” Mia supported with a smirk.Tom then approached August, before he untied his le
Mr Turner’s eyes were almost out of their sockets when he saw his groaning on the floor. If not for the fact that he had seen him leave the office minutes ago with those clothes, he would not have recognized that it was actually Tom, his son.“Tom?” Mr Turner exclaimed, stunned. “What happened to you?” His tone dripping with concern and worry. The later could barely speak, all he kept doing was groan and yelp in pain. Damien and his men were almost wetting their pants, they were shaky like leaves. They preferred the ground to open up and swallow them whole, than face Mr Turner’s wrath. “Son, are you alright?” Mr Turner inquired holding Tom’s hand relatively closer. Tom’s mutter was not even audible enough to hear, he groaned and shake his mouth, only the almighty knew what he was actually trying to say.Mr Turner’s mind was a whirl! He could only see his son’s girlfriend Mia, Damien with his men, and a Man tied to a chair. Then where is the person or the group of persons that must
Damien was greatly agitated, the thought of what Mr Turner might do to him when he discovers about the money, made Damien to almost wet his pants. He knew his boss very well, the man doesn’t play with a single penny of his. He remembered few years ago when the protection money was short by $5,000, Mr Turner beat him up brutally and locked him away for two days without food. If he could be so callous towards him about a comparatively meager amount , only the almighty knows what he might do to him now that the money was short by $215,000. He would kill him period!“Tell me then, what is Damien hiding from me?” Mr Turner asked August intriguingly, his tone softened but his face.August stole a glance at Damien and chuckled slightly. Damien was almost leaving his skin, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. His throat went dried and he kept gulping inevitably.August hesitated, with each second passing, the chances that Damien might have a cardiac arrest tripled. At that moment, Damie