The wife he bought

chapter 3

Chapter 3

Damien voss POV

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“Damien.” I heard my father shouting from the door.

He’s the only man alive who’d dare use my name. Out there, in my world, I’m not Damien. I’m “sir.” I’m the reason conversations die when I walk in. I’m the last mistake you’ll ever make.

Being at the top means you don’t get respect — you take it. You see it in the way their eyes drop to the floor when I pass. In the way their hands shake pouring drinks they didn’t spill. Fear keeps people honest. Fear keeps them alive. I like fear.

The ones who tried to double-cross me? You won’t find them. Not because they’re hiding. Because I don’t leave tales behind.

Now my father’s at my door, saying a name I rarely hear. That means one of two things: he needs something, or he’s about to die. I don't care.

Either way, I’m not happy he’s here

“Damien” “Damien” “where the hell is your boss” he asks my right hand man “upstairs” he replied

I could already hear his footsteps climbing up the stairs. I didn't move. I know why he's here.

“Boy didn't you hear me calling you” “I just got off the phone with Mr Romano that you didn't show up for the date” he said. I didn't reply. Seeing as I refused to look his way or say a word, he came closer and took the glass of alcohol in my hands and smashed it right on the floor. Now I was looking at him. Anger. I held it in.

“Why don't your little wife give you a child you can marry off in an arranged marriage to make the voss empire bigger and leave me the hell out of it” I said. Full with rage.

“It's all for your own good, it'll all be yours someday” he said. “Well I don't need it” I replied

“If that's all you have to say—-now leave”

“You're already way past thirty and I want you married with an heir before passing the empire to you” he said. He doesn't really know when to give up.

“I am not getting married—-if that pleases you to hear and you can't do anything about it’ I said and stood up. About to walk away when I heard…

“Your shipping routes” he said. “I'm cutting off all your shipping routes till you get married—-- no arranged marriage?--- fine–then bring me someone—-and no tricks boy” he said and walked away.

Old Voss might be old but he has strong and powerful connections and shutting down my routes is no big deal for him.

Just as he left, Enzo my right hand man came up.

“You okay D” he asked. He grew up with me and knows the beef between I and my father better than anyone else.

“The shipping routes are gonna be cut off” I said to him.

“What?!-- but we have a huge order coming in— we can't let it fall apart” he said

“You think I don't know” I said angrily. “There's never a time where you and old Voss have a peaceful conversation” he said.

“Well he never learns to leave me the hell alone” I said.

I walked about the room thinking of what to do. Nothing. Nothing was coming to me.

Enzo was busy at the other end of the room placing calls and receiving calls but a solution doesn't seem so easy to find.

Old Voss was good when it's comes to this game too good actually—- lucky. Also very lucky he's my father— someone else would have been easier to handle. Way too easy.

I was still pacing around the room racking my brains for a solution but none seemed to come my way. I looked at Enzo hoping he got something— anything but the look he gave me told me otherwise. “We are f****d D” he said

A maid came in with a mail, gave to Enzo and left.

“An auction, we get invites once in awhile” he said “we gat no time for paintings and stuff” I said.

“No D, not stuffs, humans” he said and I gave him a stare that says “I don't care”.

“For old Voss to do this—- what does he want?” He asked. “Marriage of course” I said. “This is a really important time for us, but no routes = no business expansion except—--- I get married” I completed. “Don't kid me D where will you get a bride” Enzo asked. I stayed silent for awhile, hands running through my hair.

I was about to walk out when my eyes fell on the unopened mail on the table “a bride you say” I walked to the table and picked up the mail. Opened it.

The date said today 10pm. I looked at Enzo and said “ Go get ready I'm buying myself a wife”.

I said while lighting a cigarette.