Chapter 4

Damian’s POV

“Kill him.” I ordered as I cracked my fingers and turned my back at the man that was already bleeding profusely and at the verge of death but still somehow begging to not be killed.

“Please, Boss. Please, I promise I would stop working for them and—“

“So you admit you’re working for them while also working for me?” I asked, not turning to look at him as I spoke, he’d just ratted us out to our rival gang and he had the nerve to deny.

He’d just shot himself in the leg when all I did was just a little bit of torture.

I turned to look at him and I was satisfied at the realization he had on his face, he didn’t know when he blew his own whistle.

I looked at his hand on the table and even that sight too was also pleasing, I’d only chopped three of fingers off, I wanted to do more but I had a dinner date with my mother, keeping her waiting was one thing I detested doing.

“Please boss. They offered me a lot of—“ I didn’t let him finish his statement when I pulled the trigger, shooting him on his forehead and not missing an inch.

“Clean this mess up.” I ordered as I got out of the small room, I made my way to the changing room where I had my clothes already set out for me.

I took another glance at the girl I’d tied up earlier and I let out a satisfied smirk as I spanked her ass and she let out a small moan.

“You’ll remain there till I’m back, I hoped you’d learn your lesson by then.” I said as I placed my cigarette at the side of my mouth.

I pulled off my bloodstained suit and took a shower before throwing the clean one on, I made my way to my car and had ordered my driver to take me to the restaurant I was going to be meeting my mother.

I closed my eyes and the image I was least expecting to see popped up in my head, her red lushed lips and her flushed cheeks when I’d asked her to strip naked in front of me.

She looked really beautiful and innocent and I’d thought of taking her innocence away too when the car came to an halt and I shook my head, trying to shake the thought of the girl off my head.

I don’t really care about her and I’d only agreed to hire her because she needed to pay for all of the disrespect.

I got out of the car when my driver opened the door and the sight of my mother- the only woman I cared about- made me release a small smile.

“Mother.” I called when I got to her and she also let out a smile as she pulled me in for a hug.

“Oh my God, Damian, you look bigger than the last time I saw you.” She pointed out as she scanned me like I was a little boy.

“Stop.” I laughed as we both had our seat, “how was your trip?” I asked, I was sure I was the first person she’d put a call through to when she got into town.

“It was fine, a little bit stressful but good.” She answered and I removed the cigarette I had in my mouth.

“I thought I had a private plane to get you?” I asked with my eyes widened.

Hearing about my mother’s uncomfortableness sent chills down my spines as I thought of a million possible ways to kill the person I’d kept in charge of her trip.

“Now, before you get all Damian Gray,” she started saying, noticing my anger, “I rejected it and I told them not to tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, although I know you’re never surprised.” She added and I nodded.

She knows better than to keep something a secret from me, how she’d managed to reject my means of transport for her own comfort without my knowledge was pretty impressive.

“Enough talk about me, how are you? How’s business?” She asked and I sighed as I explained everything to her.

I knew what she’d wanted to hear, for years she wouldn’t stop bugging me to find someone else to Love after the death of my first girlfriend, I knew that was the news she was waiting for but I haven’t gotten anyone that fitted perfectly into the criteria of being Damian Gray’s girlfriend.

“You know, I just hired a girl. She’d be pretty good for business, she’ll be a stripper in my club.” I let out and I saw a glint in my mother’s eyes that I recognized.

“I know that look, don’t give me that look. Girls like her are only meant for things like that and maybe a few more fucks.” I let out before realizing that my mother hated the F word.

“Language.” She cautioned and I apologized, I’d lied earlier, a girl like Hazel isn’t even made for a business like this.

She looks too innocent and sweet and even more beautiful when she’s shocked or angry, her flushed cheek when I’d held her earlier played out in my head and the look she’d given me before I released her just made me want her.

“She doesn’t look like someone like that to me.” My mother’s voice jolted me out of my thought and I lifted my gaze to look at her with a raised eyebrow, I won’t be surprised if she’d met the girl.

“Met her yet?” I asked with my eyes wide.

“No, but your expression when you just described her told me all I needed to know. I know you when you’re lying, Mijó.” She finished and I rolled my eyes as I shrugged the talk off.

Talking about a girl with my mother will only result to hearing things I don’t want to hear, only one person had my heart, two people actually and it went with them the day I buried them.

“I’m going to the house, your father has no idea I’m back. It’ll be a pleasant surprise,” she started saying and I rolled my eyes, my father and I hated each other and he was the reason I’d moved out immediately I turned eighteen.

“And I would love it if you followed me,” She added and I shook my head.

“No, thanks.” I answered, raising my hand in feigned retreat, “that man can’t stand me and it’s the same for me, I can kill him even before I realize it.” I finished as I brought out another stick of cigarette to light but my mother took it from me.

“You’ll follow me to the house.” She said sternly, it was more of an order than a plea and she was the only woman who could dare that.

“Fine!” I gave in as I stood up to follow her to my car, the ride to my fathers house was pretty chatty as my mother couldn’t stop talking about her vacation and everything she saw.

I stopped to take a look at the mansion, it’s been years since I last entered into the building and I knew going in would be a decision I would eventually regret.

“Look who’s finally come to the house.” Lucas teased, my younger brother, the one who was always on the good side of our father.

“Well, you know how they say, it’s better than being a puppy dog.” I shot back and he opened his mouth to speak but I nodded in satisfaction when he said nothing.

“If it isn’t the prodigal son.” I heard my father’s voice as he got down from the stairs, he’d laughed and pulled his wife in for a hug and had also kissed her before making his way to me to hug me too.

“Only, I’m not prodigal and I left y’all asses because I need some breathing space,” I commented back, “plus, I still hate you.” I whispered while also trying to keep my composure.

“Ouch.” He let out, clutching his chest in feigned hurt, “that was a long time ago, let it go!” He added and I clenched my fist.

The air in the house was uncomfortable and now all I wanted to do was leave and go back to the sexy girl I had tied up in my changing room.

“I’ll fix dinner.” My mother announced as she made her way to the kitchen.

“They’re a lot of maids that could do that, Betsy, don’t go stressing yourself.” My father followed and I could hear laughs.

They’d left I and my brother alone and the room suddenly starts to become hot.

“You’re still that cold son of a bitch, aren’t you?” Lucas decided to open his god forsaken mouth to talk to me.

“Well, atleast I have a temperature. I don’t let people control me and treat me like a push over.” I smirked as I took a puff of my cigarette and proceeded to have my seat on the comfortable couch.

“Why are you here?” He asked and I could see his hand already made into a fist, I couldn’t deny the fact that it was impressive, I could see his veins too.

“Oh, you can throw punches now, they better hit harder than the last time because I was disappointed that one time,” I teased, “also, why I’m here? it’s not to beat the shit out of you so, you’re safe.” I finished as I crossed my legs.

Lucas and I like my father never really got along and meeting these two was something I wasn’t really prepared for but my mother had insisted.

“You don’t need us anymore, you run your own successful business and boom off you go, thinking you’re all grown up to go against The Godfather—“

“Oh, he’s the god-father? I had no idea.” I smirked, I enjoy getting on his nerves. I enjoy getting on people’s nerves.

“Boys,” we heard our mother call, “there would be no throwing punches in my house.” She ordered and Lucas hissed as he made his way to the table while I stood to join.

“How’s it going at your club, son.” My father asked, trying to stir up a conversation.

“Don’t act like you care now, if I hadn’t come here it would’ve been none of your business, the same way it wasn’t when those rival gang almost took me out!” I yelled, not caring if we were on the table and letting my anger take over me.

“You Ungrateful Bast—“

“Boys!” My mother’s angered scream made us stop as I stabbed my pasta before slamming it on the table.

“Fuck it! I shouldn’t be here.” I whispered as I stormed out of the house.

He’s caused me too much pain to pretend I want to be around him and he had the nerve to act like he cares.

If it wasn’t for him, she would still be alive.