Chapter 105 It's done
The sky grew darker as the minutes passed, the evening air cooling around the compound. Percival eventually stepped outside around eight thirty, carrying two cups of coffee.
He handed one to Damien.
“You’ve been standing here a while,” Percival said calmly.
Damien accepted the cup.
“Just making sure everything runs smoothly.”
Percival leaned against the hood of the car beside him.
“You don’t trust my work?”
“I don’t trust anyone’s work when my name is attached to it,” Damien replied.
Percival chuckled quietly.“Fair point.”
They stood there for a few minutes in silence, sipping the coffee while the distant sounds of the city echoed faintly across the industrial blocks.
Finally Percival spoke again. “You don’t look comfortable being here.”
Damien glanced sideways at him. “Observation of the year.”
Percival smiled faintly. “Most men who work with Dominic enjoy this type of arrangement.”
Damien stared ahead at the empty road. “I don’t.”
“Then why help him?”
The question lingered.
Damien didn’t answer immediately. His mind drifted briefly—unexpectedly—to Jasmine.
The way she had looked curled up on the couch earlier that night. The faint disappointment in her eyes when he told her not to wait up.
He swallowed the thought away.
"I’m trying to close a chapter,” Damien said quietly.
Percival studied him.
“Men like Dominic don’t let chapters close easily.”
Damien didn’t respond.
Inside the building, one of Percival’s men moved near the doorway, checking the surroundings.
Another walked past the girls with a bottle of water. Damien caught the faint shuffle of movement from inside.
He deliberately turned his attention away.
The last thing he needed right now was to humanize the situation more than he already had.
The clock ticked closer to night.
8:55 PM.
Percival glanced at his watch.
“It should arrive soon.”
Damien checked his phone.
The glowing screen confirmed the saPercival.me time.
9:00 PM.
The shipment Dominic had arranged would leave the port later that night. The girls would be transferred quietly to a cargo container before being moved overseas.
After that…
Damien exhaled slowly.
Not his concern anymore.
The low rumble of an engine echoed down the gravel road. Both men turned their attention toward the compound gate.
Headlights appeared in the distance, growing brighter as a large transport truck rolled slowly toward them.
Its tires crunched loudly against the gravel as it pulled up near the building.
The truck stopped. The driver stepped down from the cab, stretching his arms briefly before walking toward Percival "Boss" he greets Percival, nodding towards me
Percival nods at him
"Where do you want the truck, boss?"
"Back up some more"
The driver gestured toward the back of the truck.“Transport’s ready.”
Percival turned to Damien briefly.
"As guaranteed"
Damien gave a small nod.
The truck reversed toward the loading area behind the butcher house. The large metal doors opened with a heavy clang as the driver prepared the cargo space.
Two more men stepped out from the truck’s passenger side, ready to assist.
Percival’s men moved quickly inside the building.
Damien remained near the entrance.
Watching.
Listening.
But refusing to step further in.
The first girl was guided out a moment later.
Her blindfold remained firmly tied. Her hands were still bound loosely in front of her. She hesitated slightly as she stepped onto the gravel, clearly disoriented.
One of the men gently guided her forward toward the truck.
Damien looked away.
The second girl followed shortly after.
Then the third. The smallest one stumbled briefly as she walked. A guard steadied her before continuing toward the loading ramp.
Damien clenched his jaw and focused his gaze firmly on the dark skyline beyond the compound.
A few minutes later the truck doors slammed shut.
Percival stepped back outside.“It’s done.”
Damien nodded once. “Good.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket and messaged Dominic, 'the goods are secured' calling three girls, young, docile goods left a butter taste on Damien's tongue.
'Excellent' Dominic types back.
'They’re on the transport vehicle now,' Damien continued. 'they are being sent on the night shipment'
'Good'
'Do not hurt the girls'
'Growing a conscience, are we now cousin?'
Damien dropped the phone slowly. This was why he left this life, this filthy feeling. Before, when this was all he knew, guilt was never a feeling he experienced, it was a transaction, what needed to happen but now his hands felt dirty, tainted.
Dominic wouldn't hurt the girls, he needed to manipulate them, teach them.
Percival watched him carefully.
“Everything arranged?”
Damien slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“Yes.”
The truck engine roared to life behind them.
The vehicle slowly rolled away from the compound, disappearing down the dark gravel road toward the highway.
Toward the port.
Toward Dominic.
Damien stared after it for a long moment.
Then he turned toward the car.
This was supposed to be the beginning of the end.
But Dominic’s last words echoed in his mind.
The next favor.
And Damien couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over.
Damien didn’t remember most of the drive home.
The city lights blurred past his windshield in long streaks of white and gold, New York alive and restless around him, but his mind felt distant from it all. The quiet hum of the engine filled the car, a steady, almost hypnotic sound that gave him too much space to think.
Too much space to remember.
Every time he blinked, he saw flashes of the compound.
The dim lights.
The blindfolds
.
The sound of the truck doors closing.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and forced the images away.
It was done.
The favor was done.
That was what mattered.
Dominic had what he wanted.
And Damien could go back to the life he had been building—back to Jasmine, back to something clean, something real.
At least that was the lie he told himself as he pulled into the underground parking of the building.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse was silent. Damien leaned back against the mirrored wall, staring at his reflection without really seeing it.
His hair was slightly disheveled