Entangled With The Mafia

Chapter 5: Damien Keller

Damien

Damien Keller drains his glass.

It was a long f*****g night. He opens the bottle of scotch and pours himself another drink. He lights a cigar, too, because, despite the shitty meeting, today was a successful day. His negotiations went as planned, and he couldn't ask for more. Now, he'd have twice the alcohol coming in and even more men on his side. He felt invincible. As if the entire world revolved around his existence. He couldn't ask for more.

Theodora enters his office groaning. She takes off her heels and sinks onto the sofa before him. "I'm never partying with that man again, Damien. Don't ever ask me for those kinds of favors again."

He blows out smoke. "Theo, stop complaining. They f*****g signed the paper. It's all set. You should be celebrating."

"Yeah, whatever. What're you drinking?"

"Scotch."

She scoffs. "p***y. Where's the vodka?"

He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He's ecstatic. He didn't think he could be this content. He didn't know that business with those guys could be profitable, but they proved him wrong. Theo starts rummaging around the cabinets, looking for vodka. When she doesn't find any, she practically growls. Damien ignores her. Nothing could spoil his night. "I'll go get some at the bar."

"Could you tell Ethan to come here?"

Theo whips her head around and scoffs. "Do it yourself. What do I look like, the bellboy? f**k out of here, Damien."

She closes the door behind her. He shakes his head. Theo has been this way for as long as he can remember. She was older than him, so he had immense respect for her. But she mostly acted like a child. Still, she got the job done, and he could trust her with anything. He noticed that the man they were negotiating with, Garrett, was hoping to grab her attention. He would never ask his sister to w***e for the cause, but he did ask her to keep him entertained. And Theo did just that. At the end of the day, everyone was happy.

He has a moment of silence before it opens again. He expects to see Ethan, but his eyes meet Elizabeth's. She leans against the door frame and smirks. Her hair is wavy and frames her perfectly oval face. Her dark eyes glint mischievously. She looks stunning. Her red dress hugs her body perfectly, and her legs are toned and tanned. "Hey, my love."

She saunters towards him and sits on his lap. Her perfume invades his nostrils, and he presses his nose against her fragrant neck. He tastes her sweet skin, and she tugs gently at his hair. He places a hand on the small of her back. "Long day?" she asks.

"Hm," is all he says. Her hands move to his zipper, and she undoes his fly. Her hand finds his hardened c**k.

"Ethan will be here any second."

"This won't take long," she assures him.

It doesn't take long for him to take her over his desk, wrapping her lovely hair around his fingers. She wraps her legs around his waist and pushes him deeper inside of her. She moans loudly enough for the workers in the other room to hear her, but he doesn't mind. Part of the reason why he was so attracted to her was that she was the kind of woman that couldn't be tamed, not in the real world and not in the bedroom.

She pulls her dress down after they're done, and she grabs his cigar. "So I'm assuming you had a good day? You're in a mood." She leans to kiss him, sucking his tongue a little. She tastes like tobacco and cherries. She pulls back.

"Better than any other day."

"What happened? Care to share?"

He shrugs. He didn't like involving her in the mechanics behind the business. All she knew was what everyone else knew. Nothing special. "Just business. Where's Ethan?"

"At the bar, last time I saw him."

"Did you see Theo on your way here?"

She shakes her head. "No. I didn't see her at all today."

"Be a good girl and fetch him for me, will you?" He had something of importance to say to him. Ethan was his right hand. He made all the critical monetary decisions, but now Damien needed to see him for another purpose. It wasn't as urgent, but he wanted to put it behind him.

She throws her head back and laughs. "You're something else, Damien Keller. Always getting people to do everything you want. I'll get your cousin for you." She slides off his desk and walks to the door. She purposefully swayed her hips. She knew he was looking. She stops and turns to face him. "I'll be heading home afterward. I'll wait up."

She closes the door, and he sinks into his chair with a contented sigh. He had everything any man could want, more even. He built his empire from scratch, with the help of his relatives, of course, but he was proud of his accomplishments. He had a gorgeous fianceé, desired by all men. What else could he ask for?

But someone was trying to destroy everything he had, and he didn't know who it was yet. They're determined and bold. The spies they sent never stayed long enough to make a dent, but the thought of what could happen had they succeeded lingered above him like a cloud 24/7. He had to find out who was behind it all and eliminate that threat urgently. That meant they had to be extra careful about who they employed. He would interview them all personally and have men he trusted to follow them around. He wouldn't let anyone destroy what he built with his own hands. No, that he couldn't allow.

The door to his office opened, and Ethan cursed. He shut the door behind him. "Elizabeth was in here, wasn't she?"

"Just sit the f**k down."

Ethan sits and stares at his cousin. They look like brothers and not cousins. They have the same dark hair and green-blue eyes. But Ethan is only a few inches taller, and Damien has a cleft chin. Apart from that, they could be twins. They grew up together, despite their age difference, and Ethan was his best friend. They had the same dreams and aspirations, which is why they're both at the head of the largest empire in LA. Ethan was the brother he never had.

Damien stares at him. He wants to get straight to the point. "Did you see the new barmaid?"

"Jason's cousin. She's incompetent. We ought to fire her." He reaches over and grabs Damien's glass. "Just for the record, they don't look like f*****g cousins. It's just my opinion. Carl said he saw her ID. They have the same surname, though."

"Do you think we should have Barry follow her around for a few days, see what she does?" Damien asks.

Ethan shakes his head. "She doesn't look like a spy if that's what you're thinking. She's...I don't know, man. Jason said she was a small-town girl. You can tell she isn't cut out for this. She's different from the other girls. We don't want her spilling drinks on someone important."

Damien raises a brow. "Is she clumsy?"

"She nearly dropped the bottle of whiskey. I saw it with my own eyes. I'll tell Jason tomorrow that she can return to whatever hole she came from." Ethan rubs his eyes. "Let's focus on more important shit."

Damien takes a drag of his cigar. "Jason asked. We have to give her a chance. Jason's one of the loyal ones. We need him on our side."

Ethan shrugs. "Whatever. You f*****g decide what to do about her, then."

"I'll see her tomorrow. You gave me your opinion, but I'll come up with my own conclusions. We need to be careful about who we employ these days."

"Who do you think is behind all this?" Ethan wonders aloud after a beat.

"If it were the police, we'd know by now. It must be a private corporation. Someone hired them, someone, who wants us gone."

"The Browns?"

"They don't have that kind of muscle anymore." Damien dismisses the thought instantly. The Browns were in check; he had ensured it long ago.

"I figured."

"Where's Theo? Did you see her at the bar?"

"She wasn't there. She probably dropped dead somewhere. Why are we talking about her right now?"

Damien chuckles. "It's just a question."

Ethan stands. "I'm going home. I'll see you there."

Damien is left alone with his thoughts. He formulates a plan. His first priority is finding out who's trying to infiltrate his team and, secondly, how to get rid of them. His agenda was full for tomorrow, but he'd make some space to meet Jason's cousin. He had to see her and give Jason an answer. If she stayed or not, it wouldn't be too long.

He would get it over and done with and move on to more important things. Now, he had to go home. Elizabeth was waiting for him, and he thought about everything he would do to her.