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 gun and kill him off now? I can do it, right?" The thought entered Damien's head but it flew away just as fast as it came because looking at his sides, he could see the eyes of the men lingering on him as if he was a meal.
The men kept their eyes on him as if they knew what his thought was about and that made Damien uncomfortable. "Will he kill me after he's done with that man?" He asked himself inwardly but there was no one to give him an answer to that and all he could do was wait.
The old man shook his head "I thought we promised each other to do good from now on? You told me you would stop killing." He complained.
Killian lowered his head in respect. "Yes, Brother. You've never been a bad person but for me, you did a lot of things wrong and I also promised you to stop killing people." He muttered, his head still lowered and his face was a little bitter. It was obvious his brother was someone very special to him and someone he wouldn't like to offend. For someone as cruel and bloodthirsty as Killain to be so meek in front of the old man, the view was spectacular and many wouldn't believe it even if they saw it.
Damien was the same, he couldn't see Killian's face but he could hear his words and the first thought that crossed his mind was... "He is deceiving the old man. I guess he's planning to kill him." He mumbled as he shook his head, pitying the old man who probably thought Killian was a nice person.
The old man moved forward and raised Killian's face "You can do it, Killian. You can fulfill your promise to me and I know you will do it because you are my younger brother." He said before releasing his face and walking past him. "What did the young man do?" The old man asked gently.
Damien raised his head to look at the man and he was taken aback by the look on the man's face. For the first time in his life, a rich man was looking at him as if he wasn't lowly, as if his life wasn't a waste. He wasn't told about the man's status but without asking, with the man's clothing alone, he already knew the man was a very rich person and the aura he exuded proved him right but why was the man looking at him as if he was human when everyone else always looked at him as if he was a trash can.
"He wanted to sell away my watch. My men caught him before he was able to but he wouldn't admit to his crimes." Killian explained, turning around to face the old man again.
The old man frowned, he looked at Damien and his frown deepened. "Is that true?" He asked, his voice calm and sweet.
Damien shook his head, for some reason, he felt like he could speak to the man and wouldn't be scared for his life. "I was robbed on my way here so I had to return home to borrow the money from my wife's family. They gave me the money and I went to the shop to get another watch for him, I was on my way to deliver it when I was caught and brought here. I tried explaining but he won't understand." He explained with his eyes pleading toward the old man.
The old man looked at Killian who quickly lowered his head again and sighed. A seat was brought over for him and he sat down "Young man, what's your name?" He asked.
Damien's eyes twitched, that wasn't what he expected from the man but he still decided to reply "Damien Avery." He replied and for a few seconds, it felt like the man was frozen in place.
He shook his head several times as he tried to control his rising heart but it wouldn't listen to him. He opened his mouth to say a word but closed it back and shook his head "No... I shouldn't be like this just yet. I don't even know..." The man stopped as he turned to look at Killian.
"Can you help me remove this young man's top? I need to check something." He requested and Killian immediately went over but Damien moved back instinctively.
Damien could tell that the old man meant no harm but it was crazy to just wait there while someone removed his top. "Why that?" He asked as he looked at the old man for some sort of explanation.
The old man sucked in a deep breath "I'm sorry. There is something I want to check at your back. Can you please, fulfil this old man's wish?" The old man requested, causing Damien to frown.
He spent a few seconds thinking about what to do but he finally made up his mind and sat up, resting on his knees. He put off his clothes and turned his back to the man with his eyes closed. He felt embarrassed but he was glad to see that there was no lady in the room.
Right behind Damien was a burnt mark that ran from the centre of his back to his lower back. It wasn't hideous but more like a tattoo even though it was obvious it wasn't one. The old man seeing this stood up from his seat, dragged his feet over to where Damien was and fell on his knees. He raised his hand as he ran his fingers through the burnt mark "This... where did you get it?" He asked, his voice weak and full of mixed emotions.
"I don't know. It's been there for years." Damien replied.
The man closed his eyes as he tried to control the tears that threatened to fall "You are my son, Damien." He mumbled before dropping his hand from his back. "You see, I've been searching for you for so many years, hoping I'd see you again one day but that day never came. I tried not to lose hope, I used all my resources to search for you after what happened that day but you were never found..." The old man cried as he sat on the ground while looking at Damien as if he were the most precious diamond in the universe.
Killian moved forward and bent in front of the old man "You mean, he is the son you've been searching for since all these years?" He asked in bewilderment and the old man nodded his head.
"You said you don't know why this mark is behind you, right?" The old man asked Damien softly. The reason he knew Damien wasn't only because of the mark behind him or his name but because of his looks. He looks so much like his mother with his eyes and nose resembling the old man's.
"Well... That happened when you were very young. A Fire took over our apartment then and you were the only one that was saved. I wasn't at home back then due to my work. I only got home to meet your mother's body and you sitting in front of her while she was gone." He explained as the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back fell from his eyes.
He wiped the tears and smiled "I didn't know what to do with a baby boy. You were so young back then that you couldn't understand anything that was going on and I wasn't so rich, I was unable to hire a nanny for you so I had to take you to an orphanage. After I started making it, I decided to search for you but you were never found..."He explained further as more tears rolled out of his eyes but Damien's mind was in disarray.
"What sort of dream is this? I guess I'm dying then or am I dead?"
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
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 d