Chapter3: A Ruthless Deal

Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders.

"So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal."

Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it."

Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

Kendrick launched into a detailed explanation of his plans, but Damon's mind began to wander. He was thinking about the potential profits, the ways he could manipulate Kendrick to get what he wanted.

Just as Kendrick finished his pitch, Damon's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, standing up.

He stepped out of the room, his right-hand man, Marcus, waiting for him in the hallway.

"What is it?" Damon asked, his voice low and even.

"It's the package, sir," Marcus replied, his expression grim. "It's been stolen."

Damon's face turned red with rage. "What do you mean it's been stolen?" he thundered.

Marcus took a step back, his eyes darting nervously around the hallway. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what happened. One minute it was there, the next it was gone."

Damon's anger was palpable. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Find out who did it," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. "And deal with them."

Marcus nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, sir. Right away."

Damon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, not now.

He stepped back into the meeting room, his expression smooth and composed.

"Where were we?" he asked, his voice dripping with charm.

Kendrick looked at him warily, but Damon just smiled.

"I believe we were discussing the terms of our deal," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Kendrick nodded, his expression cautious. "Yes, that's right."

Damon leaned forward, his eyes locked on Kendrick's face. "I want a piece of your company," he said, his voice firm. "And I want it now."

Kendrick hesitated, clearly taken aback by Damon's demands. But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness.

"I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away."

Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal."

Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face.

"Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."

As Kendrick nodded, Damon's mind turned to his next move. He had a business to run, and he couldn't let his personal interests get in the way.

He left Kendrick's office, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He had Marcus drive him to his company, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

When they arrived, Damon stormed out of the car and into the building, his presence commanding attention. His employees scurried to get out of his way as he made his way to the security room.

"Show me the footage," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

The security guard nodded, his hands shaking as he worked the controls. The footage showed two men, dressed in black, sneaking into the warehouse and making off with the package.

Damon's face turned red with rage. "Find them," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I want them brought to me alive."

It didn't take long for Damon's men to track down the thieves. They were brought to him, trembling with fear.

Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked at them. "You stole from me," he said, his voice cold and deadly. "You'll pay for that."

Without another word, Damon's men dragged the thieves away, their screams echoing through the warehouse.

Damon watched them go, his expression unyielding. He had a reputation for being ruthless, and he intended to keep it that way.

When it was all over, Damon returned to his car, his mind at ease. He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things.

As he arrived home, Damon felt a sense of relief wash over him. He poured himself a drink and sat down on the couch, his eyes