Guilty
1141 Words
Damien got into the car that was waiting for him. Tony immediately noticed the sadness on his face.
“Is everything alright, General?”
Damien sighed. “I made a terrible mistake six years ago, but I will fix it, I have to make it right.”
A year before he decided to run for Mayor, Damien had lodged in a hotel after partying all night. He was very drunk when the room service arrived.
Seeing Nora's sexy body, he lost control and forced himself on her. The next morning, when he came back to his senses, she had already reported him to the police.
Damien was scared that his reputation would be tarnished in the society, it was too late to pay her off, so he did something despicable in an attempt to salvage the situation. He denied her claims of r**e and turned the case against her.
He paid the press a lot of money to push the narrative that Nora Roberts was a golddigger who had seduced him while he was drunk. He lied against her, and claimed she was a woman with no character, desperate to make quick money.
Because of this, her reputation and that of her family was destroyed. She was fired from work and no one else would hire her. Ever since then, her life had been a misery.
“General, I have received a notice that the city's top politicians and higher class have decided to hold a banquet tomorrow to formally welcome the God Of War. They have sent an invitation, begging that you honor them with your presence so they can get to meet you.” Tony announced.
Damien knew what this was all about. The city's elites were only trying to please him because they were afraid. They had no clue who he was or why he was in their city, they only knew of the power he possessed.
He knew most of them would try to befriend him, so they can curry favors in future. After all, true wealth lies in connections. If only they knew his identity…
Damien gave it a quick thought, the Roosevelt family would be there tomorrow. Maybe it was time he revealed his identity and give them the scare of their lives.
“Fine… Tell them I will be there tomorrow, but my men will have to be in charge of the security.” He answered.
“Of course.” Tony nodded, moving his eyes from the rearview mirror back to the road.
“There is something else I want you to do for me, Tony.”
“Just give the order, General!”
“I want you to send an employment letter from one of the companies to Nora Roberts. Find a good position that she could fit in and hire her.”
“Consider it done, Sir.”
“Also Tony, have someone keep an eye on her family at all times. He must only observe and not get involved for any reason.” He ordered.
Damien knew that Nora would not agree to take his money directly, so the best he could do was give her a job through a company she didn't know belonged to him.
He had been haunted by his past mistake for years and all he wanted was to make amends. This was how to start, hopefully she eventually forgives him someday.
“Should I take you to the estate, Sir?” Tony asked, looking through the mirror again.
Damien sat up. “No, there is someone we should pay a visit to first.”
**
Mr. Crawley leaned back on the expensive cushion, with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers as two young women pleased him with their hands all over his body.
Suddenly the lock on the suite door snapped open without a key.
The girls turned first, their giggles dying in their throats. One screamed while the other scrambled off the couch.
Mr. Crawley sat up immediately, his eyes narrowing. “What the… Who the hell are y—”
He froze as soon as Damien Voss stepped inside. Recognition dawned on him.
Damien turned to the ladies. “Run.” He muttered in a cold voice and they immediately took to their heels.
He turned back to Mr. Crawley who looked terrified and in shock.
“Y-you?” He stuttered. “No… You are not supposed to be here,” Crawley stammered, dropping the glass. It shattered on the floor.
“And yet… Here I am. Hello Mr. Crawley, long time no see.”
The lawyer blinked his eyes, unsure if he was seeing correctly. How could Damien be here?
“I… I had you convicted. You’re supposed to be serving three consecutive life sentences! This… This is impossible!” Crawley stood abruptly, backing toward the minibar.
He snatched his phone, tapped the panic button but there was no signal. He tried the landline but to no avail.
“No... no, no. SECURITY!” he barked into the air. “Get up here now!”
But he was only answered by silence.
“Don't waste your energy, no one is coming here to save you.” Damien said with anger in his eyes.
Crawley’s face blanched. Sweat beaded on his brow. He knew why Damien was here— Revenge!
“Listen to me, Voss,” he said, his voice cracking with panic as he pointed a finger at Damien. “I’m protected. The Roosevelt family… Do you hear me? I work for them! If you so much as touch me, they’ll bury you!” he threatened.
Damien’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “The Roosevelts?” he said with a low voice. “They can’t even protect themselves... from me.”
“What? That is bullshit! You are just an ex-convict, you don't have any power in this city again.” He tried to sound bold.
Damien stepped forward again. Crawley stumbled backward and hit the wall with a dull thud. Wearing a look of disbelief and terror.
“I should take your hands for the role you played in betraying me, but I will be fair by giving you the same conditions I gave the Roosevelts…”
“You have three weeks to crawl through this city on your knees. Begging and confessing your crimes. If you don't, I will put you through more misery than a human is capable of enduring.”
Crawley stared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. “Y-you’re insane.”
Damien stepped even closer, unblinking.
“Three weeks, Crawley. You better do it, or I will take something from you that not even the Roosevelts can buy back.”
With that, Damien turned and walked out. The clock was ticking, vengeance must be served!
T. B. C!
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