Not His Princess

Damien's POV

"And that is supposed to...what? Interest me?" I tilted my head in sarcasm and chuckled as I sat comfortably in my seat. "You have a death wish?"

The man shivered with fear. I let out a calm breath.

"This is the third time you've wasted my time. You know that if you irritate me…" I left it at that because I knew my smirk was enough to complete the sentence.

He had visible fear on his face. "I--I-am sorry, boss," he stuttered. "I-I will make this right—" 

I took out my gun and pointed it at him. His eyes widened and he took a few shaky steps back from my desk. "B-boss---"

"You stupid pitiful fools," I chuckled and got up. "You don't even know when to shut up, do you?"

He looked down and continued taking deep breaths. I turned off the safety of my gun and he squinted his eyes.

"Last words?"

He didn't beg. Well, I'll give that to my people - silent deaths are their thing.

"I want--" 

I shot him before he could complete his sentence. His body fell to the floor with a thud and I let out an exasperated sigh. "As if," I whispered to myself and then called one of my men to clean up the mess.

…

I am Damien Wright. 24 years into this dark world has opened my mind to the emptiness of an already perfectly nothingness. Some say I haven't seen much, I'm still young to know anything - well, I make sure those people don't get to see anything anymore.

I am the one and only person who has the right to judge me because I am the only one who knows what I've gone through. I hate entitlement - unless, of course - I'm the one being entitled.

“Not again.”

I heard a sigh and looked at the man walking inside my cabin.

Well, he can judge me too. However, he doesn’t.

“What?” I raised one of my eyebrows and took out some paperwork. He came further inside.

“Who was he?”

Trevor Hall is my best friend. He has been in my life for as long as I remember and that’s why he’s alive even after being so irritating.

“Do you want the beautiful details?” I smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t ask that.”

He has always been the softer one. I couldn’t be as soft as him and still survive - maybe he had found something in this world that I didn’t.

“One of our people. He kept irritating me for no reason, so he had it coming.” I shrugged casually and signed one of the documents. “Can’t you do this paperwork?”

Trev wasn’t in the best mood. “When you stop killing people for fun, call me.”

I sighed and he left the cabin. After flowing my hand through my hair in frustration, I continued with the boring work.

My guys came and cleaned up the place. There were too many people working for us and that’s why we don’t really know every single one – that’s the reason Trev was unaware.

My phone’s ringtone resounded in the room and I took it out of my pocket.

Of course. She can’t stop calling me.

I picked it up, completely annoyed. “What do you want?”

“Oh, no need to be so rude. I am still Trevor’s fiancee.”

Yeah, you heard it right.

“Exactly. So, stop calling me.” I hung up the call.

She has always been out of line. I’ve tried to tell Trev about her intentions but even after being so heartless, I can’t bring myself to break his heart. He loves her so much. Maybe things could change after they get married.

I drowned myself in work again.