Chapter 3 Tigers tail

"Mr. Pluto is stepping on a tiger's tail; I bet he doesn't know the kind of person he's messing with," Damien fumed.

"Boss, Mr. Pluto is planning to escape from the country with his family." Luca let out. Luca who was Damien's right-hand man has been the only closest friend to him since every other person was afraid of him. Not many people knew Damien's secret, and even though they didn't, they were still afraid of him, Luca was the only person Damien could fall back on since he not only knew his secret but didn't show any signs of fear whenever they had conversations.

"Send all unit 12 bodyguards to track him down and report to me within two hours." Damien became enraged as he spoke.

While Damien was still furious and spewing out orders, a guard approached him and said, "Boss, your father requests your presence immediately."

Damien turned in his direction. His face was cold and pale. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath, which gave him a sinister appearance.

Damien thought he saw the guard shiver as he looked him in the eye, so he took a deep breath to calm his inside and return to his face to its natural hue before he replied. "Where is he?"

"He is in his garden in the courtyard," The man stuttered and hurriedly took his leave.

Without hesitation, Damien hurried to the courtyard. As he arrived, he was shrouded by the tense atmosphere. His father exuded the demeanor of the mafia devil he was known to be. His posture suggested readiness to annihilate anyone who crossed his path. Yet, being his son, Damien hoped that he would continue to be merciful unto his children and not unleash his brutality on them when they defaulted his rules.

"Good day, Father. You requested my presence," Damien greeted, attempting to ease the tension in the air. Don Alejandro turned towards Damien, his face devoid of emotions. "I called to discuss your wedding with Mr. Zayd's daughter," he stated immediately. Despite being familiar with his voice, Damien still felt the weight of its baritone. His voice was among the many traits Damien's brother and his brother had inherited from him.

"Wedding? What wedding are you talking about Father?"

"I'm... sorry father but I don't think I'm ready to settle down nor get married to someone I feel nothing for..."

"Feelings make one weak son, and besides you're not just getting married to anyone, you're getting married to Mr. Zayd's daughter."

"I do not care who she is, Father but I'm not ready to settle down," I said adamantly.

Don Alejandro stared hard at him for a long time until Damien started to feel uncomfortable as he stood. He finally broke the silence by saying, "You're getting to visit them tomorrow with your brother, Bruno, so get prepared."

"But Father..."

"This meeting is over," Don Alejandro said with an air of authority as he walked past me and made his way out of the courtyard. I stood looking dazed and confused. "In three days, why so soon?" I questioned no one in particular. I couldn't suspend my business, not even for a day. "Well, I guess it's just marriage..." Damien said, trying to look on the brighter side, "I'll just try to get this over with, and besides it'll save me the expense of going to look for a hooker to satisfy my needs."

After the meeting. Damien decided to go on with the business he had left for the day-to take Mr Pluto's life. When he got to my warehouse he saw him sitting almost lifeless on the floor. In the corner were his wife and two daughters cowering in fear as they were about to witness the death of their father. 'tsk tsk tsk tsk what a pity for his poor family,' Damien thought.

Damien walked up to Mr. Pluto and crouched to his level to take in the miserable look on his face. "I see you're resting nicely," Damien scoffed devilishly, "You do have the nerves," he said while staring into his eyes.

"I...I'm sorry sir, I never intended to cut the deal and take so much money. I just needed some money to sort out some family issues..." Damien didn't let him finish his sentence before he sent a jaw-shattering blow his way. "You wanted to sort your family issues with my own money?!...." Damien grabbed the man by the collar with both hands and yanked him forward.

".....And you must be delusional to think that I won't take such shitty excuses from you."

Damien got up from his crouched position and took the Chiavari chair that his guards had already kept ready for him in front of Mr. Pluto. He turned the chair around and spread his legs across the seat as he sat and rested his arms on the back of the chair. With a menacing look on his face that told the man across from him that he was going to take his life anytime soon.

"Now tell me, what exactly did you do with my money?" Damien asked.

"I promise that's what I used it for. I'm telling you the truth, sir."

"You're doing an excellent job at deceiving me, Mr. Pluto. I must say, I'm impressed," Damien remarked, adjusting his tie while letting out a smile that failed to reach his dark eyes.

"Please sir, spare my family and I, I promise to give back every penny I took. I promise to... to give you all my properties." Mr. Pluto pleaded, his voice trembling. As his words reached my ears, I let out such a menacing laugh that even the four walls of the building seemed to acknowledge my voice.

"Mr. Pluto, you know how much I respect you, so I'm afraid I'll have to humbly turn down your request. I only need my money back and not your properties."

"Luca!!!"

"Yes boss," Luca came rushing forward as he bowed his head subtly before raising it to look Damien in the eye.

"Give this man the beating of his life. Make sure he regrets ever ripping me." I ordered as I stood up to make my leave.

"Sir, I beg you, it was never intentional... please spare him, we will make sure to return your money in a few days or weeks." Came a voice from the corner.

Damien turned to see who had the nerve to counter his order after he had passed it.

"Please sir, spare his life." It was the man's wife.