Chapter 125 Damon Death
Nico POV
A cold, mocking laugh spilled from his lips, echoing off the walls like a taunt meant to provoke. “Very funny,” he sneered. “You’ve always been the stupid one, haven’t you?”
I didn’t react right away because I didn’t need to. My silence carried more weight than any insult I could throw back.
Instead, I took a step forward then another and each step closed the distance between me and my brother, the air between us tightening with something dark and inevitable.
“I really don’t give a shit,” I said, my voice low but lethal, “that you, Damon, and Mother lied to me and that you plotted behind my back like cowards.”
I paused, my jaw tightening as years of betrayal burned through me.
“I don’t even care that you’re not really dead.”
Another step. “All I care about… is her.”
My grip tightened around the guns in my hands, the metal biting into my palms as rage coiled tighter inside my chest.
“And I swear to you,” I continued, my voice dropping into something far more dangerous, “I will slit the throat of every man in this goddamn house if that’s what it takes to find her.”
Nikolai stood at the edge of the stairs, completely still, watching me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience.
His expression didn’t change, not even slightly.
“Is that a threat?” he asked calmly.
I let out a humorless chuckle. “You can bet your resurrected ass it is.”
He crossed his arms, the movement deliberate, calculated.
The muzzle of his gun peeked out from beneath his arm, not hidden but displayed and a silent message that he wasn’t afraid eell, fuck him.
I climbed the remaining steps until there was nothing left between us but inches of space and years of blood-stained history.
He raised a brow, studying me like he always had, like I was something beneath him.
“I always knew it would come down to this,” he said. “Me or you.” His lips curved into something that resembled a smile, but there was no warmth in it.
“It was bad enough we shared a womb.
There was never a world where we could share anything else.”
“I don’t give a damn about any of that,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Where is she?”
That was the only thing that mattered and the only thing keeping me from pulling the trigger right then and there.
For a moment, he just looked at me then he smiled.
“I’ll take you to her,” he said casually.
“But let me save you the disappointment you’re not leaving here with her.” His eyes darkened. “In fact… you’re not leaving here at all.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, lifting my gun slightly, “and lead the way.”
That smirk returned very arrogant and provoking. He turned his back on me without hesitation, like he was daring me to shoot him like he believed I wouldn’t.
The bastard really thought he knew me maybe he should’ve had a conversation with the ghosts I’d already buried.
I followed him.
Every step through those halls felt like walking through a graveyard of memories. This place and this house had once been mine. My home and past.
Now it was nothing but rot and betrayal.
I didn’t take my eyes off him for a second.
Every muscle in my body was coiled, ready and waiting, expecting an ambush, a trap or a bullet to come flying out of nowhere but nothing happened.
We stopped in front of a door I recognized immediately and my stomach tightened.
Nikolai glanced back at me, a twisted grin stretching across his face.
“She wasn’t exactly thrilled to be back.”
Rage surged so violently through me I nearly pulled the trigger on instinct. “Open the fucking door.”
He tilted his head slightly. “You know… I imagined this reunion would be a lot more pleasant.”
My finger twitched against the trigger. “Open. The door.”
For a second, I thought I might actually lose control but then, he opened it and stepped aside, gesturing for me to go first.
I didn’t hesitate.
If he wanted me dead, I would’ve been dead already.
That wasn’t his style anyway, Nikolai and Damon loved their games and their performances and grand where twisted finales.
This? This was just the beginning.
I walked straight into the room, ignoring everything else, heading straight for the wall.
My hand slammed against the red button.
The same one and the same fucking button I had once used.
A sick, suffocating memory clawed its way into my mind of Lila in this place and what she must have endured.
My stomach churned violently, a mechanical hiss filled the room as the hidden door slid open.
I was ready for anything, anything but this.
Blood, so much fucking blood.
It soaked into the sheets, staining everything in deep, horrifying crimson.
For a moment, I stopped breathing and everything inside me… stopped.
Then something snapped the monster inside me which was something dark, something uncontrollable—m rose up with a roar. My blood turned to fire, scorching through my veins, burning away anything that resembled reason.
My vision blurred red and before I even realized what I was doing, I had Nikolai.
I grabbed his arm, twisted it brutally behind his back, and slammed his face into the wall with enough force to crack bone. “What the fuck did you do to her?!” I roared.
A shift in the corner of my vision and I saw Damon. I hadn’t even noticed him before or maybe I had, but none of it mattered the second I saw the blood.
He raised his gun but he never got the chance to fire because a shot rang out and my head snapped toward the sound.
Uncle Lucas stood there, gun still raised.
Damon staggered, his eyes wide in shock as his hand flew to his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers, thick and unstoppable.
He dropped to his knees but I felt nothing.
I watched as he collapsed forward, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud and just like that the sick idiot was dead but I had expected more, maybe a fight or struggle anythy worthy of ending this war but Damon… he was exactly what I always knew he was.
All bark and no bite.
“I wish you hadn’t done that,” Nikolai muttered behind me.
My grip on his arm tightened, twisting it further until I felt the joint strain dangerously close to snapping.
I turned my head and saw Lila.
She lay on her side, her body barely moving, soft, broken moans slipping past her lips.
She was in pain and something inside me cracked. “What have you done to her?” My voice was lower now and deadlier.
Nikolai laughed, actually laughed.
“Let’s just say…” he drawled, his tone laced with cruel satisfaction, “you’re no longer going to be a father.”
And for the first time I felt it not rage or fury but something far worse hollowed me out from the inside.