The Killer's Rose

A Face From the Past

[Damien POV]

Stepping out of the building, I entered one of my cars.

“Take me back to the mansion,” I said to the driver, resting my back a bit as I let out a sigh. Not long after, I arrived back at the mansion and walked inside.

“Is it true, Damien?” A voice drew my attention back as my gaze landed on Uncle Louis, who seemed to be already awaiting my presence.

“And what is that, Uncle Louis?” I asked, wondering what he might be on about again today.

“I got the news that you went to Le Boudoir Den. Don't tell me you were there spending time with one of them."

So now he was watching my every move. But I wouldn’t blame him, would I? It was all my fault eventually.

“I’m sure you know I don’t have time to waste on such things, Uncle Louis. I have better things to do.” I replied.

“Then tell me, Damien, why were you there today?”

It seemed he wasn't going to let me go until I filled him in on the whole story.

“Let’s just say I went and got Marcus a new nanny," I said, leaving no further words as I took the stairs up. I approached Marcus's room.

Marcus was my only son. I would go against the whole world if I could get all that I had lost back.

Evelyn, my love, how I still wish she was here with me. Uncle Louis’s attitude changed after the incident. Things weren’t like this between us before.

That night, I could still remember those last words of hers.

“Take our child, Damien. You have to leave now. Don't let them find him. You have to protect our boy.”

Those lips pressing on mine before her final moment. I can’t forget that day, walking out with her in my arms, soaked in her blood.

I killed every single one of them after, giving them a gruesome death, but yet that never gave me the peace I searched for. My only son hated me, blaming me for his mother’s death, and now he is in trauma.

My empire in the underworld was growing, becoming stronger, but it seemed my family was crumbling down.

“Is he still asleep?” I caught sight of Uncle Louis approaching my side.

It seemed he surely wasn't going to let me out of his sight now.

“So you care to explain to me more about the nanny? What did you mean by Marcus is getting a new nanny?” He questioned, “You know how things go with some of the other nannies you hired. They only worsened your son’s condition even more, and now you’re still adamant about getting another one.”

I still remember the yells from Marcus, refusing the nannies I hired to take care of him; not that he had to say it.

“I want Mom! I want my mummy!” he would always weep. But that felt like a wish I found myself incapable of fulfilling. Well, until today.

I let out a sigh, “Let’s not talk here. Don’t want to wake my son up." I replied, walking a further distance away from Marcus's room as I stood right in front of the picture walls.

It was the one where I had all of Evelyn and Marcus's photos painted.

It has always been my happy room, a place where I could just come and let everything go, even if it was just for the moment.

"I saw her today, Uncle." I started.

"Saw who?" He asked as my hand reached for one of Evenlyn's photos. "Wait, her?"

"I don't know, Uncle Louis. She had the face, the looks, the lips, and the body, but Evenlyn is dead, right, Uncle?" I asked.

That was the reason I chose her. When I watched her being dragged out with a gun pointed at her skull, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had always heard of it, but this was the very first time I witnessed such an event, yet she was never my Evenlyn. I did say I had that feeling rush back in the moment, but I buried my wife with my own two hands. She is dead. That was the truth that remained glaring at me.

So why does this stranger look so much exactly like my Evenlyn?

"I know Marcus has had a rough time with many of the nannies, but this is different, Uncle Louis. This time, I won't just be bringing my son a nanny, but his mother." I explained.

"What are you saying, Damien? You must have finally lost it with all your obsessions with Evenlyn. She is dead, Damien. Don't forget you buried her with your own two hands." Uncle Louis snapped.

"I know, Uncle Louis. My Evenlyn is dead, but somehow I found her replica. I know you might not want to believe me, but it is true. She is..." I continued.

"Oh, I understand. The truth here is that you have gone insane, Damien. This has to stop. Evenlyn is gone, and what your son needs now is his father, not a mafia lord or a crazy lunatic." Uncle Louis, not listening to another word, turned and left.

I couldn't blame him. If I were told the same, I would call such person a lunatic.

I'm sure she must be on her way. I had ordered Ethan to bring her back to the mansion.

Even though this all felt wrong, knowing the truth that she isn't my wife nor Marcus's mother, if this will help with my son's recovery, then I am ready to give it a chance.

When she is brought into the mansion, then I'm sure Uncle Louis will surely believe me.

My ears grasped onto a buzz from my phone, opening up the screen tab. Checking the caller ID, it was Victor. What could he possibly be calling me about now? I Picked up the call.

"Boss, I have some news." Victor's voice came through.

"Speak, Victor."

"We have gotten the two men to talk, Boss. Turns out we have a mole in our system." He said.

So my guess was right. I always wondered how Thane got some of my dealings at his fingertips.

"Did they give you a name?" I questioned. Whoever the snitch was, I needed to figure out who they were so I could pay them a nice visit—one they would surely never forget.

"I'm sorry, Boss, but I have tried getting that from them, but it seems they have no idea who that is."

"Have you tried clipping off their toes? Make them talk more." I asked.

"I have already done that, Boss, but still no answers." He replied.

I guess I should have expected nothing less from Victor when it comes to getting answers from people. That seemed like his specialty, so they really do not know anything about who the spy is. It seems I would have to get my hands dirty and figure out who that is for sure. But playing such a game with Damien Salvatore is surely a wrong move on their part.