The Fallen Son-In-Law's Retaliation

Chapter 9: Throw Him Out!

“What do you want?” Damian asked, his brows furrowing. “Are you that nervous you can't drag me away without using tactics like this?”

“I am just trying to avoid ruckus, you freak,” Carson answered, his teeth gritting. “Why? Are you nervous now?”

“Why would I? No matter what you do to me, I don't have anything to lose. But how about you?” Damian asked, shifting his position. He was now sitting on the hospital bed. “If a guy like me was able to beat all of you, what would they say? That the Ferremento family's heir is as weak as a rat?”

“Don't you dare speak ill to my family like that." Carson held Damian on the collar.

“I'm not speaking ill to your family. I'm just spitting facts."

He intentionally prolonged the conversation so he could scan the place. The small room where they are right now placed him at a great disadvantage. He had almost nowhere to run and hide.

Also, unlike Anthony's guards earlier, Carson's guards looked more attentive, skilled, and trained. Damian could judge that much because of their stance.

“You motherfucker. Do you really have a death wish, huh?!” Carson's grip tightened, but Damian only smirked.

Carson suddenly remembered how people treated him like a laughingstock of the Ferremento family. No one took his words and ideas seriously. Why? Because he's not as smart as his elder brother, Carter.

“Let's see whether you still can smirk after what I'll do to you!"

Carson was about to punch Damian when someone stopped him. It was Cleo.

“Let my fucking hand go, or else I'll fucking punch you instead of him." Carson emphasized every word.

“You don't deserve to get your hands dirty because of him, young master,” Cleo answered, still polite despite Carson's threat and deadly gaze on him. “Leave everything to me. We'll make sure to beat him badly. Everything will go according to plan.”

Carson remained silent. A few seconds later, he pushed Damian to the ground and stepped backward. “I'm counting on you."

“I won’t let you down, young master.” Cleo and his skilled guards went into a fighting position, surrounding Damian.

Damian smirked because of the revelations in front of him now. It's only the first day, and he already knows who the enemies are.

“We're not going to tie you or something because it would be unfair. We're skilled fighters, and you're just a poor man on the streets,” Cleo said, his voice laced with arrogance. “Fight with all your strength, so we'll be slightly happy while beating you up, can you?”

“With all my strength?” Damian stood up and snapped his neck. “All of you will die if I do that.”

“Hah! Let’s see if you can still say that after we beat you up!” Cleo sneered and looked at his guards. “No one will attack him at the same time. We’re not thugs, okay? We’re members of the Ferremento mafia."

“Yes, Sir!” All of Cleo’s people affirmed.

‘The Ferremento family had a mafia?’ Damian thought, his brows furrowing. 

Damian snapped from his thoughts when someone attacked him from behind. Thanks to his reflexes, he was able to dodge and jump sideways.

“If you don’t focus on this fight, you’ll die on the spot,” Cleo warned him before looking at Carson. “Do we have permission to kill him, young master?”

“No.” Carson shook his head. As much as he wanted to kill Damian, he didn’t want to be involved in Damian’s death as it would complicate things. “Just beat him badly and break his bones.”

Cleo smirked, looking at Damian. “I guess you’re one lucky bastard, huh?”

“Then, let’s try how lucky I am for today.”

As Damian recognized how in grave danger he was now, his body started to control him. Damian did fighting moves he wasn’t sure where he got. His body was capable of punching hard, kicking critically, and moving fast like a madman.

Not only Damian was shocked because of how surprisingly good a fighter he was, but Cleo couldn’t help but freeze in his tracks, too.

Cleo’s guards were able to land a punch at him from time to time. However, in less than two minutes, all of them were on the ground, leaving Cleo alone.

“Although I used all of my strength today, I controlled my punches,” said Damian as he massaged his knuckles. “If I don’t, I might give them a nosebleed." He smirked, pissing Carson.

Carson stood up and clapped slowly. He approached Damian with a mischievous smile.

“Are you a thug or something? How could you beat up my people just like that?" Carson asked, raising a brow. "Are you a killer on the run pretending to be a beggar?”

“If that’s really my identity, all of you should be dead by now,” Damian answered coldly.

His answer made Carson forze. However, Cleo was still on his side. Compared to his people, Cleo was more skilled. He had been training internationally for years.

“Maybe I should have underestimated you in terms of fighting. However, all of them were small fries. A man like you couldn’t be a great opponent to Cleo.” Carson went beside Cleo and smirked. "Beat him up."

"Yes, young master." Cleo nodded.

Cleo found some of Damian’s moves familiar, but he decided to ignore them. Damian is a poor man. No matter how strong and fast he is, Damian would only have basic fighting knowledge compared to him.

“Let’s finish this quickly. You’re taking too much of our young master’s time." Cleo clicked his tongue.

“Alright. If that’s what you want, then I’ll give it to you."

The fight between the two of them began. Cleo was faster, but Damian was stronger. Cleo thought that he would win against Damian as soon as he successfully attacked Damian’s vital spots, which he was about to do on Damian’s rib.

“You’re dead meat now!” Cleo exclaimed, moving faster to land a punch.

However, Damian lowered his body into a bend, and kicked Cleo’s ear afterward, knocking him to the ground instantly.

“Ahhh!” Cleo groaned in pain. "H-How did you know that move?" he asked since that move was only taught to Ferremento mafia members.

“What are you doing, you stupid fool?!” Carson exclaimed nervously as his eyes flickered between Cleo, who was on the ground, and Damian, who stared at him coldly. “Shit!”

Carson immediately ran outside the room. Fortunately, he saw Melvin, the Chief Security Officer, with his guards and with Anthony who kept his head low at the back.

“Someone had been causing a disturbance here at the hospital!” Carson pointed at Damian, who came out of the room, too. “It’s him! Throw him out!”

However, instead of dragging Damian out, Melvin went in front of Carson instead. “Starting now, you’re banned from entering this hospital, Sir Carson.”