Chapter 80 Chapter 80
LISA'S POV
"Well, it's not my fault she died. In war, there are casualties. Anna was just a little girl, and she shouldn't have been involved."
"She was like a daughter to him," Marcus replied, throwing Alexander a side eye, and Alexander merely shrugged unconcerned, going through a document one of his men handed him.
I gasp, melancholy filling me. They had killed a little girl Damien cared about. That was why this was so personal to him. The rage that filled his eyes each time he thought about the betrayal. Marcus knew, yet he still betrayed him.
I shut my eyes; Damien would kill me if he knew I was here. I checked the red dot on the monitor, and it was still blinking red. Which meant that Damien was also watching, and he would be here any minute.
I looked up again to find some of Alexander's men pointing towards the trucks ahead of where I hid.
"So, did you give them the other location as I instructed?" I heard Alexander ask Marcus.
"Yeah, they should be at the docks right now. Are the boys there?"
"Like we agreed. You did well." Alexander signed off on the document and handed it back to his man.
"What about the buyers?" Marcus asked.
"They should be here any minute."
Alexander and Marcus were heading inside the warehouse when suddenly, a convoy of cars packing up dust sped up to the warehouse.
The doors opened simultaneously, and some men stepped down dressed in suits. They didn't look American -- "Russians," I gasped and leaned back.
"Welcome! This way, gentlemen." Alexander turned to lead them inside. He and his men followed into the building, and I looked around to get an all clear before moving
"And where do you think you're going to?" I froze. The hairs on my neck stood on end as goosebumps crawled down my skin.
I turned around slowly, guilt written all over me. Damien's cold glare burned holes into my skin, making me feel hotter than the sun already did.
His men were already spreading out, waiting to get a signal from him.
"You had one job, Lisa. One job. Do you think this is a joke?!" He scolded, and I swallowed, letting out a defeated sigh.
"No, I know it is not. I just felt like we would never get anything if someone didn't..."
"You put your life at risk! Do you know what could have happened if they caught you? Do you enjoy getting captured?" He asked, frustrated just by talking to me.
I folded, he was really mad. Was this really personal to him? Does losing people he cares about scare him that much?
"I..." he shut me up, by raising his hand and then he walked away, leaving me in the charge of his men.
They raided the warehouse, but as usual Alexander got away. Some of the Russians were killed, and the goods were taken by Damien's men. Marcus, however, was caught.
Damien had him locked in one of the cells underground, and Damien was planning to go down there.
"I want to come."
"No." Was his cold as snow response.
"Come on, we've been working on this from the get go, I want to hear him confess."
"Is it so hard for you to do as you are told? ! I said No." He retorted firmly and turned to leave, but I reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Please, I was the one who made sure he got caught to begin with. This is the least you can do."
"And what makes you think you can stand my little torture room?" His words had a dangerous edge to it, that made me shiver, almost sensuous.
"I..." i licked my dry lips wet.
His eyes caught it, and the stern in his eyes softened slightly into mischief and I knew if I looked past the tense situation between us, he would let me watch. Marcus had always been a snake well hidden, it wasn't much of a surprise to anyone that he was a traitor.
I walked up to Damien, and touched his hand, watching him seductively. "Please,Damien, I really want to just hear him say it. I'll be outside after all." I said, biting my bottom lip. He looked at, amused and then gave in.
"You will be the one begging to leave." He said as we walked towards the elevator that led underground.
I took in a deep, shaky breath at the thought of what I was about to watch. The underground floor was quite wide, and there were about three to four rooms of torture just waiting for their next victims.
Marcus was in the third room. It was not a typical interrogation room. This here was a torture domain. Whips, knives, shocks, water heater, batons, they were all aligned on the wall decoratively.
Marcus sat at the center of the room, hands tied behind his back, with a bag over his head. He wasn't moving, wasn't struggling. The bag was tucked in at specific angles, meaning that he had definitely been punched in the last couple of hours.
One of his men, Duke, was in the room. Duke had always despised Marcus. It was normal that he would be next in line to become Damien's enforcer.
Damien signaled to him, and he took the bag off Marcus's head. I was right, his face was bruised up and bleeding.
Marcus looked up at Damien with a bloody grin, and then he spat red blood on the floor, and Damien sighed.
"Well, what do we have here?" Damien muttered, watching him intensely, as if withholding himself from hitting him was taking all of him.
"So, you finally caught me. You finally found the evidence you wanted. What are you going to do to me? Kill me? Cause I've had that coming for a really long time already." Marcus murmured.
"Why? Why did you do it?" Damien asked in a low voice, but Marcus was smiling. His shoulders moved along with his chuckle.
"Why did I do it? Why does anyone ever betray you, Damien? Because we care more about the syndicate than your little bout of daddy issues." Marcus spat out coldly, and that was when Damien lost it.