Damian's POV
As I watched my men restrain the captive, I felt a surge of frustration. The man before me is a potential threat to my underground Empire and I knew he was sent by an enemy. I ran both legal and illegal business. "Is he still refusing to talk?" I asked my voice tight with tension. "Yes, Don," Landon, my most trusted bodyguard replied, his eyes avoiding direct contact with mine. "He keeps insisting he doesn't know anything." My mind raced with possibilities. I had built this empire on a foundation of trust and loyalty, but sometimes, extreme measures were necessary to maintain control. This was one of those times. "Landon," I called, my voice carrying a mix of authority and underlying threat. Landon swallowed nervously, understanding the implications of the upcoming conversation. "Yes, Don," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Remove his fingers, hit him more to the point of death and he begs to spare his life," I instructed, my tone firm and unwavering. I knew the severity of my command, but the stakes were too high to back down. Landon hesitated for a moment, weighing the consequences, but he knew better than to question my orders. With a heavy heart, he relayed the command to the others, who moved to carry it out. After what seemed like an eternity, Landon returned, his face pale and solemn. My gaze met his, waiting for the news. "He still refuses to talk, Don," Landon admitted, his voice tinged with regret. My jaw tightened, frustration boiling within me. I was supposed to visit my wife's grave today for her death anniversary and later spend the day with my kids but this motherfucker won't let it happen. "Continue," I ordered due to frustration and anger, my voice colder than before. "Keep removing his fingers, one by one, slowly. We'll see how long he can withstand the pain before he tells me where my documents are." Landon swallowed hard, "Do you have something to say?" I asked Landon, who seems hesitant "No don, nothing," he knew better than to voice his concerns. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the muffled sounds of pain and anguish. I walked into the torture room. "Boss, please spare me, I don't know anything," the captive pleaded. "Stop," I ordered my boys to hold the torture. "Maximilian Suarez, age 43, married to Mrs Scarlett Suarez age 39 has two beautiful daughters Ciara and Kiara, age 14 and 8, attend The prestigious school, follows the school bus every Monday and Wednesday, and daddy picks them up on Thursday and Tuesday while mummy picks them up on Friday," I briefed his life for him. "Don please," he pleaded again, his voice trembling with fear. A family man fears putting his family in danger. I bent down to his ear, "I also trade women," I whispered in his ear. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. I don't really trade women but I needed to threatened him, my underground business wasn't that dirty and I don't kill people just hurt them to make them talk. "Not my wife and daughters," Maximilian said, challenging my words. "Then where are my documents?" I raised my voice at him, filled with anger. "I really do not know," Maximilian cried, still pleading for his life. "Then suit yourself," I turned to Landon, "finish up and clean the mess". I was walking out of the room "he was in a mask," Maximilian's statement stopped me in my tracks. I walked back inside the room, and sat on a chair next to him "Now we are talking," I smirked. "I know who was behind the mask and who he works for," Maximilian said, still trembling. "So what are you going to do?" I asked looking into his eyes, "Eight days, just eight days," Maximilian said, coming closer to me. I turned to look at my boys. I burst into a fit of laughter, and the boys followed suit. "He said eight days," I stopped laughing, and so did the boys. "Four days," Maximilian said, looking extremely scared. "Now we are heading somewhere," I tapped on his face gently and stood up. "Thank you, Don," Maximilian shouted "Clean up the place, Landon, I will be waiting in the car," I said to Landon and the boys. I wrote them a cheque to spend for the night, "Thank you, Don," they all shouted, bowing their heads. As I sat in the car, a mix of conflicting emotions flooded my mind. On one hand, I was angry about the bastard who I just dealt with and on the other hand, I was devastated because of my wife's death anniversary. "Took you long enough," I said to Landon, he entered the car and sat in the passenger seat. "Don, where are we heading?" Landon asked, trying to find out so he could instruct the driver. "Just home so I can get changed," I sighed. "Okay," Landon made gestures for the driver to drive. "You must be exhausted too?" I asked, seemingly concerned for Landon who was looking extremely tired. "Yes Don, but I'm okay" he replied out of respect. "Stay over at my place tonight, I will have the workers look after you," I told him. "Thank you, Don." Landon's tired eyes softened with gratitude as he nodded in acknowledgment. Landon's presence in my life extended far beyond his role as a loyal right-hand man. He had been a constant pillar of support, a friend who stood by my side through the darkest moments of my life. When I lost my beloved wife, the grief threatened to consume me. But Landon was there, offering a steady presence and a listening ear, and was willing to share the pain but pain can't be shared. We arrived at my Villa and the lights were still on meaning my mother was around and she had given the worker a day off. "Stay in any room okay," I patted Landon on his shoulder before entering the house to face anything that was going to come out of my mother's mouth tonight. "My son is finally back from wherever and there is blood on his body, did you kill anybody?" Mom said as her eyes were fixed on the TV. "Good evening ma'am," Landon greeted Mom and she flashed him a smile before Landon entered the house and went straight to the room. "The blood is nothing, I don't kill people and can I get ready? I want to visit my wife's grave," I replied to my mother weakly. "Who do you plan on leaving the kids with?" Mom raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you home?" I asked her. "No, I have an event to attend tonight," Mom put off the TV, stood up, and kept the remote in its appropriate place. "Then why did you give the workers a day off if you aren't going to be around!" I swiped my hands through my hair, tugging to it out of frustration. "Because the workers aren't their mothers and cannot always be there!" Motherfucker yelled back. "Their mother is dead and nobody can be their mother, nobody can replace her," I said through gritted teeth. "She has been dead for a long time now! I'm not saying anybody can replace her but these kids need a mother, especially your daughter, and I have told you to get married again," Mother held my hands looking into my eyes with a pleading look in her eyes. "But it isn't easy to fall in love again," I bit my lips and shut my eyes. "Then don't just get married to a woman who can care for you and the kids then later love will come," Mother gave my hand a light squeeze. I'm deeply in love with my late wife and can't see myself getting married to another or seeing children call another mother but they do need a mother. "I will leave the decision in your hands and marry whoever you choose for me but you must be honest and tell her everything about me," I removed my hands from mother's hands and a smile graced her face. "I will choose the best and will not disappoint you, go get ready and I will call the kids favorite babysitter," the happiness in mother's face couldn't hide itself. I had said that to my mother because I knew it wouldn't be easy to find a woman who is willing to marry a man who is still madly in love with his late wife and even have kids and worst off she isn't in love with him. Good luck Mother finding such a woman, a smirk played on my lips as I got ready to visit my wife whom I love so much.Gianni's POVMy head snapped towards Zion when I heard the name “Sheila” It felt like my world had stopped. How did he know that name? “Zion!” Luna screamed at the top of her lungs, she looked terrified, I followed her eyes and my attention fell on the heart monitor which was showing a thin line.“Zi…Zion,” I screamed as Luna held me in her arms. My heart raced with fear. I was a medical student, but right now, I didn't have the courage to help him.“It's cardiac arrest; I will get the doctor,” Louis ran out to get the doctor, and Damian jumped on the bed and started giving Zion CPR.I couldn't dare look, I was scared, what type of test is that? Zion was perfectly fine then what went wrong?I opened my eyes when I heard the heart monitor turn on and I let out a breath of relief.“Thank you doctor Damian,” one of the doctors said and did a checkup on Zion.“Damian is a doctor?” Luna asked and I nodded my head.“Doctor, what happened?” I wanted to know the situation.“Mr Zion was a bit
Gianni's POV“You seemed troubled,” Louis handed me an ice cream and I took it from his hand.“Didn't that woman look familiar?” I questioned as I licked the ice cream.“That woman? She looked like Sheila,” Louis licked his ice cream and he didn't seem interested in the conversation.“You could tell too,” I snapped my finger in his face, bringing his attention to the conversation.“Yes, I feel like she is trouble, but I don't know how,” Louis turned to face me, “Stay away from her; I don't trust anyone who looks like that woman, Sheila.”So I wasn't the only one who felt a storm was coming.“Let me drop you off at home,” Louis opened the door and I entered the car, “Like the old days,” he smiled as he turned on a Niall Horan song.The drive to my house was quiet. I don't know why Louis was quiet, as he was usually talkative, but I was trying to make sure that the woman and Damian didn't cross paths.“You should let go, I will make sure my family works her transfer before the end of th
Gianni's POV “You…you let him in?!!” Professor Lisa yelled. “He locked the main door so I can't get in,” Landon answered as his gaze was still lowered. “Have someone take Selena and Francis to their room and get me the keys to the torture room,” Professor said as she paced the room. I could tell she was scared. I knew the word torture room didn't sit right but how bad could it be? “Mrs. Lisa, the door is locked from the inside; that's why I'm unable to do anything,” Landon answered. “Do I have to tell you everything? Break the door before I get there,” I stood up to follow Professor Lisa, “I don't think it's right for you to go there.” “Heaven knows who he is torturing right now,” Professor Lisa muttered under her breath, but I heard it. “What if he is torturing himself?” Luna chipped in, and Professor Lisa's face turned pale. Professor Lisa ran out of the living room and we followed behind her. I was scared as they were trying to break the door. What if he hurt hims
Gianni's POVI played with Damian's hair while he was sleeping, he looked peaceful. I didn't go to sleep out of excitement. I don't even know why I was excited, but since Damian fell asleep, everything kept replaying in my head, and it made me blush.“Good morning,” I said with a shy smile on my face when Damian opened his eyes.I was expecting him to smile or something but he didn't, his eyes fell on the clothes which were on the floor, he looked around the room till his eyes fell on me. “Are you okay?” he moved when I was about to touch him and my hand paused mid air.He looked at me with disgust and anger, “Damnit,” he stood up from the bed, picked his clothes from the floor, wore them, and walked out of the room.What was wrong with him? Why the fuck did he react like that?I felt hurt, but I tried to ignore the situation. I entered the bathroom to freshen up, and when I came out, I met Damian, arranging his things back into his luggage.“Where are you going?” I asked calmly. I d
Gianni's POVI stood Frozen waiting for Damian to say anything, “Is there a problem?” I let out a breath of relief when Damian asked.Thank goodness, he didn't hear the voice. Landon's eyes fell on me, and I could tell he heard the voice, “Nothing, sir, I thought Mrs Salvatore had called me.”“Well, she didn't,” Damian looked at his watch, “Please wait right here with Gianni. I want to use the restroom,” Damian instructed and left us.“Why did you stop?” I asked Landon who looked disrupted while searching for someone with his eyes.“Huh?” Landon raised his eyebrows, “I heard someone's voice I shouldn't have heard, my mind is playing tricks on me.”“Sheila's voice?” I asked.“Yes, that,” Landon paused, “You have never heard her speak, so how did you know it was her voice.”“Now do you understand that I actually saw someone who looks and sounds like Damian's ex wife?” At least someone knows it too.“We must have heard wrong,” Landon said, it felt like he was trying to convince himself,
Gianni's POV“Why are you here?” I asked as I strolled through the Vaitape village market.It was a beautiful place; there was jewelry, clothes, and so many other beautiful shops.“Last night, I asked you not to bring up Sheila's name with Damian, then why did you do it?” Landon asked from behind me.“Did he tell you?” I tried an earring on, “Does it fit me?”Landon nodded his head, “No, he didn't but his reaction gave away the conversation.”“I will take this,” I smiled at the seller and paid.“You shouldn't have,” Landon muttered.“He is my husband and I have the right to talk to him about anything I want to,” I said calmly, trying not to bring any attention to us.“I told you you shouldn't have that conversation with him; then why did you do it?” I stopped when Landon questioned furiously.“Excuse me?” I was surprised, why the fuck was he angry?“Gianni, you don't know what it means to lose a loved one in front of your eyes; you don't know the feelings of opening old wounds. I plea