Seeing the men, Damien could barely work out what they wanted but to his surprise, the next thing he felt was a sharp pain and he lost consciousness.
The men looked around to make sure no one suspected them or had their time before they quickly opened the door and bundled Damien inside.
"He's not dead, is he?" One of the men asked as he watched Damien's body turn limp on the car's back seat. "I know you're just a driver but can't you use more of your sense? Who cares if he dies anyway?" Another man asked as he sat down beside Damien. "Well... It might not be that easy for you as he wouldn't make it that way. I'm sure you understand how he is and it's better not to annoy him at all."
The third man replied as he walked over to the other side of the car, opened the door and entered. "It's time to leave. Let's just leave here!" The man beside Damien shouted as he hit his large hand on Damien's cheeks as if he was the source of his problem. The car started without much talking and they drove away from the area.
Soon, they parked the car in front of a very big mansion. It was so grand that many would refer to it as a castle but these men only carried Damien to the smallest of the buildings there. "Is the boss in?" The man carrying Damien asked as they all got to where the men guarding the mansion stood. "Yes, he's been waiting for you." One of the men replied as he looked over the man's shoulder and he saw Damien. "Is that him?" He asked. "Yes. He's asleep for now though." The man carrying Damien replied and walked past the ones standing in front of the mansion.
They entered and the first thing they saw were numerous men standing across the large all. These men all had something in common and that was their stern look that did not change even when the limp body of Damien was brought in.
Walking over to the middle-aged man sitting at the centre of the room, the man carrying Damien threw his body to the ground and they all bowed. "Boss, we brought in." One of the men said sternly.
The man he addressed smiled, looked at Damien's sleeping face and nodded his head. "Good. He thought he could run away from me after taking my watch. His boss even said he couldn't find him, what was that?" The man asked indifferently as he kicked Damien's leg lightly but he realized Damien was far from waking up. He looked at his men and frowned "Do you need me to tell you what to do right now?" He asked, his eyes glaring daggers at his men who had their heads bowed. "Wake this empty lowlife up right now!" He yelled as he kicked Damien again, causing him to wince softly without waking up.
Two of the men quickly rushed away only to return with a pail of water each. "Wake him up." The man said again and without wasting much time, the men poured the water on Damien's head mercilessly. Damien's body shook violently, he had no idea what was happening to him except for the water that seemed to be a bowl of ice pouring down on him. He rolled around, trying to avoid the liquid from touching him but he was helpless as it seemed the water was following him wherever he rolled to.
"Damn! Can't you just use your hands? Why do you have to wet my clothes like this?!" Damien yelled as he finally opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was and everything that happened earlier seemed to still be foreign to him until he tried standing up and the pain he felt earlier returned. He groaned loudly as he looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. "Yes, I was coming from the shop and... and... a car stopped in front of me... Oh No!" He quickly covered his mouth as he looked at the men in front of him with horror in his eyes.
"I didn't just curse these dangerous men did I?" He asked, shaking his head in disbelief as he cried inwardly. He sat up on the ground and pushed himself back with his butt. His eyes searched around the room and that was when he saw the middle-aged man sitting beside him. His eyes widened and he quickly scrambled back, creating a distance away from him. "Ki... Killian?" He asked in disbelief. He found it hard to believe he was in front of the notorious drug lord whom everyone was scared of. Killian seeing the fear in Damien's eyes seemed to be satisfied as he hit the cane in his hand on the ground lightly.
"So, you know me?" He asked casually with a wry smile on his face. Damien knelt and lowered his head, his lips were trembling and his hands wouldn't stop shaking either "Yes... Yes, I... know you, Sir." He knew the man by reputation. Damien had once tried to rescue someone from his gang but he ended up getting beaten and was almost killed if not for a man that walked in and punched him across the floor, sending him a few meters away from Killian and he was able to escape from there.
"Where is my watch then? I'm sure you know the watch you were supposed to deliver belongs to me?" Killian asked, his voice still calm and void of any emotion. Damien shivered as he dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the Rolex Daytona watch which he dropped on the ground "It's still with me, Sir. I was planning to bring it to you soon before your men saw me and brought me here." He explained with his head still lowered. Killian signalled to one of his men to pick up the watch and they did. He collected the watch but instead of looking at it, his eyes were fixed on Damien who refused to raise his head. "So, you didn't steal it or try to run away with it?" He asked.
Damien frowned, he felt annoyed somehow but he knew it wasn't the time to show his anger yet. "I won't ever do that, Sir. I'm a man of integrity and doing dirty things is what I'm not capable of." He replied, hoping his words would convince the man. Unfortunately for Damien, luck was against him as his answer only angered the man more. Killian who had kept his emotions hidden since Damien opened his eyes stood up from his seat and walked over to Damien, his eyes spitting enough fire to match the heaviness of the air around him as he took a few steps toward the scared Damien.The man raised the walking cane in his hand and hit it hard on Damien's back "Did you mean that I'm the one doing bad things? Am I the bad guy here?" He questioned as he bent down, staring at Damien's painful face.
The pain was sent across Damien's body but he refused to make any noise while lowering his eyes and making sure he wouldn't lock eyes with Killian. "I'm... I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry." He forced the words out as he finally placed his head on the ground, expecting another beating to his back. However, Killian chuckled and stood up. He walked over to one of his men standing close to Damien and stood in front of him. "Shoot, Tell me, Did you meet this guy on his way here and still dragged him here?" He questioned.
The man shook his head "No, Boss. We met him in front of a shop." He replied, causing Killian to laugh again. "So, you were planning to sell the watch and run away with the money?" Killian's voice was no longer calm and his anger could be felt through his voice. "That wasn't the case at all. Something came up on the way so I had to go and get another watch for you. I'm sorry it's like this but I'm I'm someone like that." Damien pleaded, he knew his life was on the line already. Killian grabbed a gun from one of his men and strode back to Damien, pressing the gun on his head, he sneered.
"You think you can play games with me and go scot-free? You're wrong... You are very wrong." He said as he cocked the gun. "Are... Are you... going... to... kill... me?" Damien stuttered as his eyes started flickering. Fear was fast grasping onto his heart as he closed his eyes trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall. While Damien was secretly praying for a miracle to happen, he heard heavy footsteps approaching him and a deep voice spoke out. The words changed Killain's expression immediately!
Damien closed his eyes, waiting for what would happen next as he knew no one would be able to save him anymore. Killian was ready to kill him and that would certainly be the end for him. While he was expecting the gun to burst his head, He heard footsteps walking toward them but he was unable to think about that as his mind was far too preoccupied with the fear of death. "Killian, Stop!" The man yelled as he took large steps and got to them in no time. Killian froze for a second but he soon composed himself and dropped the gun to his side before standing up. "Brother, what are you doing here?" He asked calmly as he quickly kept the gun he was holding. The man who entered looked like someone in their early late sixties with grey hair covering his head. His face was wrinkled but went far off from hiding his good looks. Damien noticing the change in the air, opened his eyes slowly and the first thing he saw was the back of Killian who was speaking to the old man. "Should I grab the
Everything seemed like a long dream to Damien as he listened to the story the old man was telling him. One thing he had figured out during the story session was that he identified the man but he wasn’t sure if he was right or not. He waited for the man to be done and when he saw that the man was done talking, he pressed his finger on his lips as if to feel the presence of his lips before he let out a deep breath and frowned. “Sir... If I may ask, who are you?” He wanted to confirm his suspicion. The old man smiled “My name is Tyson Avery.” He replied as he stood up and held his hand out toward Damien. “I made sure to put down your name at the orphanage home back then but I thought whoever adopted you would change the name. It seems that never happened.” The old man replied with a big smile on his face. Damien took the man’s hand and with his help, he was able to stand to his feet. The first thing he did was bow deeply “I’m sorry. I never intended to steal your things.” He apologize
Damien drove down to his new apartment with one of Tyson’s bodyguards but he did not waste much time there before taking an Uber back to the Alistair’s mansion. On getting there, he looked at the mansion he had stayed in for the past few years and his heart started to clench. The treatment he received from his wife and her family, the humiliation he faced because he was poor and the difficulty of everything that had to do with him just because he was poor made his eyes stung with tears but he forced it back. It wasn’t time to cry... No, it was his happiest day on earth and his life had finally changed. With the money that his father gave to him, sweat wouldn’t form on his forehead even if he bought off everything that belonged to Alistair and without struggle, his life was no longer the same. The family that was leap and bound greater than he was a few hours ago were now hundreds folds below him and he could destroy them with a wink if he wanted. This was the life he had always wan
The Alistair family mansion, lit up by the beautiful lights inside, shone brightly in the night and provided a sharp contrast to the houses around. There was an uproar in the house as the people inside were discussing their favourite topic. Damien Avery.He was standing quietly while they were throwing insults at him. He had his head down and was patiently waiting for them to stop speaking so he could tell them what was bothering him.“I’ve never been so humiliated in my life like I was today.” Sherry Alistair said, placing a hand on her head as she sneered at her husband, Damien. She was dressed as the powerful businesslady she was. A chic grey suit and accessories to match. It was a contrast to the sweatshirt and cheap shorts her husband was wearing. She had been so embarrassed when he had shown up at her party uninvited and unannounced.“I need to go in. You can’t just stop me here, I must get inside.” Damien had shouted outside the banquet hall. “Who are you and what do you thin
Sherry continued staring at Damien, thinking about whether to answer the call or not. She had an idea of the reason the man was calling her as she knew Damien wasn’t lying when he explained earlier but she didn't want to be bothered about it.Damien’s miserable look only made her excited and what better way to make his life difficult than to watch him getting fired and rendered jobless? She stared at him for a while and let out a deep breath. “Maybe I should answer the call and hear what he has to say.” She muttered as she looked at her phone. Henry shook his head “Why will you do that? It’s obvious he wants to ask you about Damien and maybe they will soon be here to lock him up?” He asked, his voice filled with annoyance and mockery. If there was anyone who hated Damien more than anything, then it would be him and his way of venting his frustration was cursing out Damien. He wondered how happy he would be to see Damien crumble more than he already was. “I think Sherry is right. We
A bank card was handed over to Damien and without wasting time, he collected the card and sighed. “Thanks. I will quickly go now.” He said as he turned around, ready to leave. “Just make sure to return that card because the money there is more than enough to buy you.” Henry mocked but Damien refused to reply to him as he walked out of the house and headed straight for the shop where he knew he could get the Rolex Daytona watch. His journey there wasn’t as smooth as he thought as his boss wouldn’t stop calling him and when he got tired of ending the call, he answered and explained to him that he would get the watch soon. Getting to the shop, the first thing that entered his eyes was how grand the shop was and he stood in front of it, staring at the building for a while. “If only I am a little more fortunate, then I could have worked here as the manager or director but here I am, a penniless monger who has nothing to his name. The little chance I got in life will soon be taken away f