Chapter 40: Itzel, a street fighter?

Damon hesitates, his eyes being downcast onto the table infront of him. Then looking up at an impatient Dmitri, he says, "I can't. I mean that is not my place to tell you the whole thing. I think you should ask Itzel straight away." Dmitri tuts at that.

"Did I ask for your advice, boy?" He growls out at him in a way to intimidate him and the way he gulps down his throat visibly tells Dmitri that is definitely working. "You better be quick in that. I don't think that you would want to lose your job now." This causes Damon to look at him with clear fear visible in his eyes.

"What would you do?" He asks with voice a little quivering.

"Nothing much you know, just let them know that you are into such illegal shit. And then they will do the rest of the work." Dmitri tells him with a nonchalant shrug at the end. But this is all but an empty threat. Dmitri would not dare shatter one's dream at any cost. He would never let anyone's dream go down the drain like his went.

"No, please I beg you