#2- Ruthless
640 Words
Damien's pov
“Who sent you?" I asked for the second time knowing I am wasting this fool if I should ask for the third time. I am already growing impatient and the fact that I have to meet my father for dinner later keeps annoying me.
As soon as I asked the third time and received no answer I blew off his head, I just needed confirmation as I already know he was sent by that fool called Caleb.
Handling Caleb could have been a piece of cake if my father hadn't insisted on taking care of it.
Yes, my whole family is ruthless except my little sister who believes in love and being nice. She is always ranting about how we should be nice to people and how we should love people so as to be loved back and blah blah blah blah.
I smiled a little as soon as I remember her, she is the only light in our dark family after my mother left us for another man.
Women are just like that, they are only after money and their own well-being and my sister is the woman I can see on the whole earth.
Being able to do less as I am second in command in the mafia world annoys me a lot. My father always feel I should marry someone and at least carry on his lineage if I refuse to love someone as he also doesn't believe in love.
After asking my men to dispose his useless body, I walked to my car after cleaning my hands with an handkerchief and drop it before entering the car. I sprayed a lot of perfume to avoid questions and preaching from my beloved sister, the only person I am a little soft with in the whole world.
Stepping down in front of the my father's mansion, I adjusted my tie as the guards keeps greeting me as I walked into the house, ignoring them I made my to the dining table where my father and my sister were already sitted,my sister ran up to greet me but my father say with an emotionless face.
I and my sister had little talks as she is always wanting to know I was and what I have been up to
We had dinner in silence and as soon I dropped my fork my father's voice followed asking the same damn question I hate the most “when are you getting married".
After listening to my father's rant about marriage I made my way out of the mansion in anger
Driving through the street trying to make my way to my condo as it is closer than my mansion.
All I want is to sleep right now but a little figure caught my eye,
A lady standing in the rain, drained and looking lifeless.
I decided to stop as an idea popped in my mind.
As soon she saw my face she fretted but it isn't new to me, I get that a lot and I should be called a bastard if I don't scare people and make their jaws drop at the same time when they see me.
I finally spoke “Baby girl do you need help?"
" I can drop you off wherever you need to be”.
Saying all of this when I already know she has nowhere to go but I am trying to seem as nice as possible so she won't run.
Getting down from the car with an umbrella to help her without waiting for her answer. I suddenlly saw two people walking up to us with weapons
“s**t” I was trying to maintain a nice person's image here
This fools won't have it easy for trying to destroy my beautiful image
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