AT GUNPOINT FOR THE TRUTH

AT GUNPOINT FOR THE TRUTH
Damien's pov

The next day

I woke up, freshened, and got dressed for the day.

“Today I’ll be seeing Isari; he has something to explain to me,” I muttered as I headed for the door and shut it behind me, moving toward the hall.

My men greeted me; I nodded in return.

“Morning to you all. I apologise for everything that happened, and for the delay in saying it,” I announced. The men looked at one another, surprised.

“We’re all human and deserve apologies when wrong,” I paused.

“I’d like to ask, does anyone here know Isari?” I asked. The men fell silent, stealing glances at each other.

“There’s nothing fancy. I just need men who know Isari. We have a very important deal,” I said sharply, scanning the room for anyone who might signal they knew him. Are they all new?

“I am,” a voice finally said from the crowd. Relief washed over me. “Step forward,” I urged. He came forward.

“To my office,” I ordered, and we both headed there.

“I need you to lead me to Isari,” I said.

“Yes, boss,” he answered.

“Do you know how we can get in quickly without passing through too many doors?”

“Yes, boss through the elevator,” he said.

Really? And Anderson said we couldn’t.

“You mean to go in and out?” I asked, clarifying.

“Yes, boss,” he answered.

Good.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“I'm Jake,” he replied.

“Then get ready. We’re leaving now,” I told him.

I quickly pulled out four pistols from the drawer. I fixed two in my jacket, then stepped out. Jake joined me in the hall.

“We’re leaving now,” I told him.

I called another man. “It’s best we go in three.”

“You will join us,” I told him.

“Yes, boss,” he answered.

“And you're?”

“I'm Herald, boss,” he answered.

With that, we headed to the back and got into a car.

We finally arrived at Isari’s place.

“Now, we’re counting on you,” I told the group as I handed them pistols.

“Yes, boss,” Jake said as we all climbed out of the vehicle.

Jake spoke to the men in front, and they agreed to let us in.

It’s really impressive. Why are men from Isari always this good?

We went in and took the elevator just like he had said.

We ended up in the same corridor I had been to before.

“You may go in, boss,” Jake said, stopping at the exact spot Anderson had waited.

I walked to the door. I remembered they had said there was no need to knock.

I opened the door and went in.

I saw Isari sitting just like before.

“Hey, dear, who do we have here?” he greeted.

“Hello, Isari,” I replied as I walked toward him and sat down.

“What do I owe this visit? Or do you need more alliances?” he asked.

“About that, yes, I need more. But something else brought me here, and I think you know something about it. That’s why I’m here,” I explained.

“You know something? About what?” he asked.

I stared at him, my expression serious, my gaze unflinching.

“About my father, Lucas Ross…” I said coldly.

“Lucas? What about him? He’s dead and gone,” Isari said.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm.

“I know he’s dead, but I want to know how he died. Anderson hinted at something and said you would explain the rest, that’s why I’m here,” I explained.

“Anderson told you?” He exhaled.

“Yes, he did. Please, I need you to start talking,” I pressed.

Isari rose to his feet and walked closer.

“You really want to know?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered firmly.

“Okay…” he paused.

“I’m listening,” I urged.

“Your father, Lucas Ross, was a loyal member of the Moretti Empire till…” He paused and stared downward.

“Till what?” I asked.

“Till a battle. He went with the Moretti, where he died protecting the Moretti Empire. He pledged his life.”

I stared at him, expecting more, but he remained silent.

I took a deep breath, still trying hard to keep my composure.

“How did he die? Anderson called him a lot of condescending names which I'm not happy with. I need you to tell me what you told your men, exactly what you told Anderson,” I said, my voice cold and laced with rage.

“I just told you,” Isari said, widening his eyes.

“And speaking of which, how's Anderson? He didn't escort you here.” He deflected, jerking his chin the other way.

“Stop this! Stop!” I snapped, slamming my fist hard on his table.

“Damien! How dare you! In my space?!!” Isari fired back, rising angrily to his feet.

“Just tell me how it played! Tell me!” I thundered, not caring how absurd it all seemed.

Isari began dialing a number.

“To my office right away!” he yelled into the phone.

He'd called his men to come throw me out.

“I won't leave here till you tell me what I came for,” I said, my gaze still fixed on him.

Of course, he doesn't know the pain of watching someone speak ill of your father. He had gathered his men and said so many despicable things about my father, yet he couldn't say them to my face.

“Just wait and see,” he shot back, then sat as we both waited for his men.

“Boss,” a man called as he entered.

“Get Damien out of here,” Isari spat, casting me a disgusted look.

“It's so stupid how you want everything to end badly,” I said, my tone still cold.

“Now!!” Isari thundered. His men approached, trying to force me out of my seat.

I won't leave! Not until he tells me.

He grabbed my shoulders, trying to spring me to my feet, but I quietly drew my pistol and sent a bullet into his head. He fell off as his body went limp.

Isari's eyes widened in shock. He tried to move, probably to get a weapon.

“If you take another step, I'll blast your brains!” I warned.