Chapter 79 Chapter 79
LIA'S POV
Somehow, his expression did not give me any comfort. Despite the fact that Damien believed me and didn't doubt me the way he had doubted Victor, I still did not feel right.
He looked extremely furious and I coukd swear he was preparing to do something terrible. My heart started to race in my chest. What was Damien willing to do because of this betrayal?
"How? How do we use him? What if Alexander finds out and kills him before we get the chance to see them together?" I asked, but he did not respond. His anger knew no measure.
"We have to bring an end to this whole thing once and for all. So, we will take whatever measure is necessary."
I couldn't argue with him. Who knew what happened when Damien's anger was questioned at a point like this.
As we went ahead with the plan, Damien did not bother involving his men in anything; even when they looked to him for their next move, he ignored them.
I felt stranded in the middle of all these. What if they all turned against him? A one-man army was certainly not going to defeat Alexander.
"What is it?" He asked the minute I stepped into his office.
"You can't leave your men out. If Marcus successfully turns all of them against you, then what? How are you going to take down Alexander?" He continued writing as though he didn't hear me.
"Marcus is going to be meeting with Alexander in a few hours. If we want to know for sure that he is the mole and there isn't someone else involved, we have to keep everyone in a loop, maybe not the full loop, but in a loop." I said, hoping he would see reason with it.
After everything I had been through, it was taking a lot from me to be courageous and speak sense into him.
A crease branded his forehead, and he nodded. "I'll work out a plan. So he doesn't think that he is being followed," Damien replied.
He held a small device in his hand, so tiny, it seemed invisible. "Plant this chip on him. It's a tracking chip. Put it in his drink, and once he digests it, we can find out where he goes or what he is doing."
"Wouldn't that be dangerous to his system?" I frowned at the spiky material of the device. Damien merely shrugged with indifference, and I tilted my neck sideways at him.
"Don't look at me. At least I haven't killed him yet." He muttered.
Damien met with his men and created a decoy to make sure Marcus did not think he was being followed.
"I got intel that Alexander's shipment will be coming in tonight. The location is a different dock, and it might definitely be a big one. It is almost evident that Alexander would be there tonight."
Damien stared into everyone's face, looking for any other person aside from Marcus who would seek to decline the job.
"Alright, boss. Are we meeting them at the dock?" One of the men asked, and Damien nodded.
"I want two groups, one at the dock and one waiting at the intersection on the road where they make their first turn. We study the buyers, study the goods; if we do not sight Alexander there, then we wait until the intersection leading to their destination."
"No attacks until I give the all clear," Damien ordered, and the men all moved on. Unlike our suspicions, Marcus did not make his move then. Apparently, they didn't want to look suspicious or anything.
While the men gathered to get weapons, I made compulsory drinks for everyone. Marcus stopped me at the door as soon as I neared the weapons archive.
"Please, no drinking on the job." He stated plainly, and I nodded.
"I understand that, but Damien said this should be a peace offering," I said, and he shrugged uninterested. I handed everyone drinks and gave him his as well. He put it down, and for a moment I worried he wouldn't drink it.
But one of the men looked up and shook his head at him. "Refusing a drink from the boss now, are we?" Blake, one of Damien's men, said, raising his glass, and soon all the other men joined in, and Marcus had no choice but to join in as well.
He looked at me doubtfully, but when I didn't smile or react, he took it, drinking the whole black grape juice, mixed with kiwi, so he couldn't tell the difference between the device and the kiwi remains.
"There, everyone is refreshed." I took the glasses back to the kitchen and handed them to the new maid.
As the men filed out the door, Marcus suddenly got a running stomach and rushed to the bathroom. At first, we were worried that he would take out the device through his ass, or perhaps it was reacting, but when I spotted him walk past his room, and into one of the locker rooms normally, before returning to his room with a phone in his hand, I knew he was pretending.
Damien turned to me with a stern warning look as the rest of the men filed out, "Stay inside. As soon as he leaves, turn on the computer and monitor his movements. I'll do the same, but make sure you do not leave this house. I mean it, Lisa."
I looked into his hands, heart palpitating, I knew he meant every word, and so, I nodded. As soon as they left, I watched the computer monitor, and the red dot came up. I watched Marcus leave the grounds of the mansion.
Uncertainty rushed within me. What were we going to figure out with just a red dot? How were we going to hear what they spoke about? I knew I had to follow him, and so, I did.
I took one of the cars, staying in a random cab, staying as far away from his car as possible. Just like we anticipated, they met at a safe spot that wasn't the safe house but was really close to it.
The moment I saw Alexander and Marcus shake hands, my heart caught in my chest. I moved closer to hear what they were discussing.
"Damien would not let it go easily." I heard Marcus say to Alexander.
What were they talking about? What did this have to do with Damien?
"Damien is willing to do anything to kill you. You know he knows what you did. He has always known. "
What had Damien always known? What was going on?
"You think I don't know? Why do you think I've been trying to get rid of him first?!"
"This is personal for him. He will kill all of us, and he doesn't care who he takes down with him." My heart sank.