Devil's Revenge

CHAPTER 4

*Narrator's/Damian's POV*

Mira's eyes flashed with fear and distress, she looked up to the young man, unsure of where exactly his gaze was fixed. "Don't tell me. D...Damian,...Is that you?"

Ah yes, she finally came to the conclusion and realised it-, I was the young man standing in front of her as well as the corpse, the same one who killed her father months ago.

I took a few steps forward, into the incandescent light so she could see my face properly, my movements calm and intentional, my voice menacing yet calm. "So you finally realise it now."

Probably due to the past familiarity we had between us, her demeanour abruptly switched from scared and helpless to...still scared, but angry.

She fell to her knees and stared at the ground for a moment, then she lifted up her head, her gaze fixed on mine. She spoke quite assertively, "Why, Damian. Just tell me why. What did I ever do to you to deserve this!? Why did you choose to punish me like this?! Why?! Do you know how much pain you've caused me?! Do you know how much you put my mental health through?!"

I ignored her questions so I could ask mine first, my tone cold and laced with detachment, "Whatever happened to that boy you left me for?, Alex, was it?, did he leave you?"

As tragic memories washed over Mira, she started breaking down in tears, she sobbed and mourned over her mother's corpse and over her ex-boyfriend which she never mentioned to anyone-, the one who I was replaced by without hesitation, her palms and knees stained by the pool of blood on the ground.

She sobbed and wailed, speaking in a quiet trembling voice, "Why can't you just let me forget, let me forget those things! I don't want to remember. Do you know how many therapists I've had to go to?!"

I spoke in a firm and confrontational tone, "Your mental health is the least of my concerns. You lied to me, treated me like I was something special, told me all the things I wanted to hear, I am the one that made you the girl you are today, and in the end, after every damn thing I did for you,... You threw me away like yesterday's garbage, and in the cruelest possible way too. And you're asking me what you did?" I bowed my head and closed my eyes, "I gave you the happiness which you have today, and I can as well take it away from you."

"Is it simply because of that?!, Alright I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I did, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you!, please just leave me alone!," she pleaded, bowing her head down, still crying immensely.

I wasn't buying either a word she said or a tear she shed. The sound of her cries, her empty apologies, neither of them reached the depth of my ears, I just stared at her, waiting for her to finish her pitiful sobbing.

At that moment, I received a call, I answered it without hesitation, my tone firm but submissive. "Hello sir."

The speaker responded, his voice deep and resonant, "So did you finish that extra assignment you asked permission for?"

"It's not completely taken care of, but I've completed my assignments for today. Thank you again, sir," I said taking a brief glance at Mira and then retracting my gaze.

"Well that's good because I already have another assignment for you. I know that your peers are available for this one, but no one carries out a Mafia undercover mission like you do," the speaker said as Mira patiently watched me as I was on the phone, sitting on the ground, her eyes glistening with tears.

A light smile played across my lips, I replied with humility in my tone, "Why thank you, sir. I'm grateful for the fact that you acknowledge my skills. What may the assignment be?, if I may ask."

"There's a drug trafficker who doesn't want to give us 'the stuff', we don't know how in the hell he got it, but he possess a large amount of scopolamine, and he's a kid just like you too, a university student. Come over to headquarters to receive more details on the job." The speaker explained briefly.

"Yes sir, I'll be on my way." The speaker which happened to be my boss ended the call. My gaze darted back to Mira, piercing right into her soul, I was searching for it-, searching for the fear.

She had a steely look in her eyes, but she was still shivering like a elderly lady with a cold. I turned around and started walking away, She immediately called out to me, her voice shaky but assertive, "Damian."

I paused in my tracks for a moment, at least let me have known if what she wanted to say was worth my time. She spoke with the same shaky but assertive tone, "I'll never forgive you for what you did. I'm going to expose you to everyone, starting from the authorities."

I couldn't help but let out a grin. "I'm glad we can keep these feelings mutual. Also, good luck getting any background information on me as proof, you'll need it."

I left the scene of the crime and then the house, I was already certain no neighbours saw me enter, and none saw me leave. Mira just sat there on the ground processing everything that just happened. There were no buses available any longer, so I walked in the dead of night, all the way to headquarters, the trees swaying and leaves rustling as the cool gentle night time breeze travelled through the atmosphere, there was no one awake, the night was calm and soothing, I started thinking to myself as feelings of nostalgia washed over me, "I remember the day we snuck out and layed on the grass outside by this time on one night, star gazing. Now it feels like nothing but a dream I never wanted to awaken from. My gaze returned from the dark glittery night sky to the quiet cement road ahead of me.

I continued walking to my destination, my movements fluid and purposeful. At last as I lifted my head up after about an hour of trekking, my eyes we're caught sensitive by the bright incandescent light of the casino's neon light signs. The casino was only just a front for the Mafia headquarters, or should I say it was just a top, because the Mafia HQ was located directly underneath.

As I walked into the casino, emerging from the darkness of night, the casino's resplendent glow contrasted the inky blackness of the night, which my eyes had already accustomed to.

I walked up to the bar, by-passing the casino games and gamblers without bothering to look around, it felt like a monotonous task to do so, same games, same gamblers, there wasn't much variety to it.

Once I arrived at the bar, I sat on one of it's soft cushion stools. The bartender, a tall large tough-looking man, who was taking care of some cocktail glasses, turned around, his gaze meeting mine, he flashed a wide grin at me, I returned it with a smile of my own.

With his voice deep and gruff, he spoke to me, his tone revealing friendliness and familiarity, "Ah, Damian Miller, one of my best customers, the usual?"

I took off the black leather gloves I was wearing, finally rescuing my fingers and palms from the heat being trapped between the leather and my skin. I responded, my tone reciprocating the friendliness, "Yes please, the usual."

I turned my neck slightly to my right, my gaze just meeting the man seated next to me at the bar. "So boss, what's the assignment?"