Chapter 65: Betrayals that Don't Cut so Deep

DAMON

Her head threw back and she erupted into fits of laughter at my words, each sound crackling through me. But I needed her. I wanted to kill her and dispose of her, but I needed her first. She would give me every piece of information I required, and if she didn't, I would kill her without thinking twice.

"Well, well, you see, it's not about the money. If it was, I wouldn't be with him. You are so generous with your men."

She dragged out the words, her hands dropped by her sides with her gun beside her. I knew her fingers were on the trigger, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn about some gunshot.

"What do you mean?"

I said, ignoring the truth unfolding in my chest.

"Stop acting like you don't know what's going on. What you fucking did."

She screamed with anger, but when Carlo made to walk towards her, I held out my hand at him, stopping him from moving. I wasn't done with this bitch. Yes, that was how quick I'd turn against someone when they turned against me.

She glared at Carlo with spite and then turned, snarling at me with pure contempt.

"What are you talking about?"

I asked. I wasn't really a man of too many words, but this betrayal hit deep. It didn't fuck with me though.

"You fucking killed my parents. My father. You had him killed. He was just a retired old man who wanted to spend his final days with his dear wife, but you walked in and had them killed. I fucking saw the videos."

She said, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes still gleaming with murder.

I looked at the ground. Yes, I had her father killed, cleaned it up, and employed her when I saw her capabilities, two years back. Quite the irony.

"My father was loyal to you, very loyal before he died, but you had him killed..."

"Yes, I did have him killed."

I said, now walking towards her, not caring if she had a gun pointed at me. Carlo tried reaching out to me, to make me stop walking, but I turned to give him a glare and he stepped back.

Again, I wasn't scared of some damn bullet.

"He was supposed to have a good retirement plan..."

"Stop moving or I shoot you."

She said, cutting me off and stepping back. But I smiled at her. She should know better. I really don't care.

"Do not fucking interrupt me."

I growled, and I could see her body shiver with fear. She was breaking but yet keeping up. She wasn't some fragile woman. She was a killer, trained to be one, and I knew she would pull the trigger. But I didn't care.

"Your father decided to have one more run before he retired, but he didn't have it on my late father's honor. Actually, your father decided to side with the devil."

I said, now standing in front of her while the gun was pressed against my chest, pointed directly at my heart. She was looking at me, strong, angry, murderous, with tears in her eyes.

"My father would never do that."

She said, and I smiled, but my eyes hardened towards her. I wanted to fucking break her.

"Wouldn't he? Because you seem to follow in his footsteps. What makes you think he wouldn't? Your father, like every man out there, was greedy. He could have retired, made a lot of money in the mafia, served my father well, then served me. Maybe if he had done it to my father, he might have pitied him. But me? He did that shit to me. Decided to work for the Vincent family after all these years. And you know one thing I don't fuck with? Loyalty. You mess with loyalty, you mess with death."

I said. Fuck, I had spoken too much, but she needed to know her father wasn't the man she thought he was.

"So he decided to work with Ronald after retirement, and then you killed him. That was his fucking choice. He didn't come after you."

She said, and I smiled, my voice breaking out in silent laughter at her bravery.

"Oh, he did. That dead old man did come after me. Oh, you're going to be dead anyway, just like your father. Poor old Ronald is using you, just like he used your father. Because who sends an old man on a deadly mission? Actually, I never killed your father intentionally. He died on a mission Ronald sent him on. He sent him on a mission he couldn't even send any of his own men on, a mission he possibly couldn't return from. And I killed him."

I whispered, watching her tremble before me, her eyes wide with astonishment as realization hit her.

"What are you talking about?"

Her hands were trembling around the gun she held. Alice was an Asian woman from China, rugged, with a round face and bright brown eyes. Beautiful but arrogant. I'd never seen her as anything else but someone I didn't want following her father's footsteps.

"Your father was sent on a mission to get the device from Christian, my best friend, which you already know of. But I shot him right after he shot Christian. Ronald knows the device exists. He knows I've had it all these months, and I know you started working with him five months ago."

I always knew she was working with him, but I'd never been sure, too sure. She was someone on my team who I had a bit of bad history with, but I didn't want to believe it. But I was putting my cupcake at risk, so I had to set this entire mission up.

"You are not God. You don't deserve to live. My mother committed suicide after he died, and you buried them like it was nothing. You paid for everything, knowing the fact that you killed them. And you will pay for that."

I smiled at her words, not really giving a damn what she was saying.

"You think this is funny? You think killing people as you please makes you a god? You are nothing. And trust me, he will come after her. Now that you've confirmed being with the device, he's coming after her. And if you don't yield, she will be lying dead and you next to her."

Her words made my heart freeze, my chest tighten, and my eyes darken not with anger but with something more, something so much darker than anger. And it happened so fast, so fucking fast that no one saw it coming. I shot her. Again and again and again and again until she lay dead on the ground.

No one dared threaten my cupcake.

Not ever.