Chapter Three

(Damian POV)

What a good day to kill someone, I thought as I sipped my black coffee while looking out the beautiful view from my penthouse. “This view never gets old” I said while enjoying the little peace I get every day but of course, it never last long… “Good morning boss” mehn I wish I can kill this guy already. “What do you want Arnold?” I said while eye brows raised and eyes filled with rage. “S... sorry sir but your brother is at the lobby waiting for you” he said with trembling voice, sigh… “Fine, I’ll be down in 15, now leave me alone” “yes sir” he said with hurried feet. I got downstairs after an hour; yes I know I said after 15 but fuck it, I can do whatever I want. “This better be important David” “quit your whining big brother, I just came to check to see if you were still alive” he said

“Hahaha very funny, you have seen me, now you can go”

“Cool down bro, what’s the rush anyways, we got the address of Mr. James, the one that owes money from the casino in Boston”

“Now you are giving news that I will love to hear, I knew I was going to kill someone today” I said with a grin. This is going to be fun. “Book me the next flight to Boston Arnold” “yes sir” he said.

Where are my manners, my name is Damian Blackwood, first born of 3; A brother and a cute little sister, I swear she has us wrapped around her cute little finger. We lived with our grandparents after our parents were brutally murdered by one of our rivals, it was tough growing up without them, grand pa was hard on me and David but he always cherished Katie, my sister. My grand ma was the sweetest and still is, she loved us all equally.

I was 15 years old when our parents died and as the first born I had to be the one to step up and rule my father’s businesses, even the ones underground that I didn’t know were there. No wonder dad was a knuckle head. For 12 years I have been the mafia boss and boy was I feared. I became heartless, emotionless and grew a liking for see the blood of my enemies, and anyone who dears cross my path, roll down their body as I slice them bit by bit while being hanged. I know it’s sick but that’s your freaking business, get a better hobby then.

(End of back story)

Few minutes later, I was on the plane heading to Boston. My brother filled me in on what Mr. James have being up to for the last 5 years. He remarried after his wife died from a car accident to a very beautiful, much younger woman and he has a step daughter, wow… she is one beautiful soul. Her forest green eyes can make a man get lost just looking at it and with her slender yet curvy petite body, her skin looks like it was made from a body factory, smooth, flawless caramel skin. Oh... what I will do with this body I thought.

“Uhh… bro you alright there?” he said with a slight grin on his face, eyes looking like they are about to cry from holding a laughter and the while looking down at my pants, oh great, now I’m hard. “Piss off David, it’s not of your business” I said with an eye roll “oops, my bad bro” he said with his hands up but still had that stupid grin that I wanted to wipe out so bad. “You’re lucky you are my brother, you wouldn’t have breath anymore by now” I said with knitted brows.

After what felt like forever, we got to Boston and my men were there waiting for me to take me to my office. “Do we know his whereabouts right now?” I asked looking at one of my men sitting in front. “Yes boss we do, he is currently with his wife and daughter having brunch at Starbucks”

“Perfect, what a pleasant way to meet my bride” I said with a glint of evil circling in my eye. David looked at me with a raised brow “bride? What are you up to Damian?”

“Oh, you’ll see” I cannot wait to get my hands on you Elena, I thought as we got closer to my office.