Bound By His Name

A Devil

Fred POV

I picked up my car keys and headed for the door. “Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back late today,” I shouted and closed the door behind me.

“Don’t forget your jacket, baby,” my mom’s annoying voice called out.

“Yes, Momma.” Rolling my eyes and walking to where my baby Range Rover SV was.

I inserted the key and drove out of the house. Few minutes later, I stopped at a glamorous clubhouse. Not too big—not too shabby.

“Master Fred, you’re here.” The bulky bodyguard at the door caught the key I threw to him. “Where is your boss?”

“Boss is inside with his usual game. Perhaps you want to wait for him?” Scratching his head, the man answered.

“I don’t have time for his little game. Lead me to him.” Without much care, I walked into the club. The loud, blasting music hit me like a wave. “Ugh, these tax-free devourers must be enjoying this uncouth music,” I muttered under my breath as I entered through the door the bulky man showed me.

A heavy, pungent smell hit my nose, so strong I could hardly breathe. “Goodness, what foul game have you been playing?”

This i***t was riding a cheap, disposable, and accessible prostitute. She rocks her hips and follows his rhythm on the i***t's lap with her shameless moans.

Taking a deep breath, I glared at him. “We have unfinished business. Quit whatever you are doing.”

“Wh... why sh... should I? Ughhh.” The i***t continued to pound her ass. Their cheap act disgusted me, the view seared deep into my skull. It will definitely take days to cleanse it.“Do you want your money, or do you want to keep eating a 5 dollar b***h?”

He ignored my input and kept thrusting before releasing into her. Pushing her off him, he stuffed his d**k back into his trousers. “Remember, you are in my territory. Don’t mess with me.”

Sitting on the nearby couch, I crossed my legs and stared hard at this thing. “Your job was not done well. I paid for his death.”

Taking a deep breath, I continued, “He is still very much parading around my father’s company. Give me a good reason for an unfinished job.”

The i***t hunched forward and picked up a still-burning cigarette. He took a deep puff. “You did pay for his death, but my men had a slight issue on our end. You probably know Damien.”

“What does my job have to do with a ruthless, blood-sucking demon?” I asked, obviously puzzled by his words. The name ‘Damien’ would scare anyone who is eating from the underworld.

At seventeen, he had killed 40 men without flinching. The reason? Just a slice of cake that was crushed by them. Those men were a startup gang still flaunting their little power. They provoked the beast in Damien, which eventually sealed their deaths.

Six years after that incident, he took over his father’s business. He was far more ruthless than his father. Nobody would love to stand in his way. He is a pure representation of the devil on earth, even the devil will flee from him.

His father’s empire was built underground, hidden from the eyes of civilians. But Damien— he brought his father’s empire out into the open, daring anyone to touch him. A golden retainer figure in business, whatever he sets his eyes on must be of great value. If you have any dealings with him, you can never rest until you complete your job.

“Your job was eaten by him,” that i***t smirked as the rubbish coming out of his mouth.

“What do you mean by ‘eaten up’? My job was an elimination in that hotel. Yo... you were supposed to kill him.” My hands shook with restraint from punching this i***t’s face. “Damien is not gay. He is f*****g straight, as straight as a rod, fool.”

“Watch your mouth, boy. Hahaha.” A dark laugh escaped from the i***t’s mouth.

“Fine, I’m sorry. But I need a straightforward answer. Why is my prey alive? Why is my prey still walking around my company? Yes, my company. That bastard is never going to inherit it, as long as I am alive.”

“Damien has always been my rival, a good, delicious prize to be devoured. Do you think I would not know of his sexuality? I planned to humiliate Damien by making him sleep with a dog. f**k! Your prey had to get in my way and get eaten up.” The i***t crushed his cigarette with a menacing look on his face.

“I also desire to kill your prey, but for now we have to lie low. Damien is busy searching for those involved in that incident. You don’t want to awaken his beast.”

“How did you work it out? Won’t Damien find out about us? We are so screwed if he does.” My body began to shake at the thought of Damien peeling my skin. His cold eyes dug deep into mine, savoring every cut he made on my body. From what I know about him, he definitely would bake me alive.

TAP TAP

The i***t’s hand tapping the table jolted me awake from that horrible nightmare. “As always, a rich kid will be a spineless child. Just stating Damien’s name and you are already drowning in your cowardly thoughts.”