Chapter 81 Chapter 81
Damien took off his shirt, revealing his hard, muscles and scars and started punching him thoroughly, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, even his eyes started to bleed and swell up but still, Marcus did not break.
Damien was more than prepared to go the long mile with him. Marcus coughed and spat out blood, his previous smirk no longer visible on his botched up face.
"What is Alexander planning?" Damien asked, putting on gloves decorated with spikes. Marcus sat languidly on the chair, as if a breath away from kissing death, still, the stubborn air around him did not relent.
"I have no idea what you're asking. Even if I did, why....why would I tell you shit?" He replied mockingly.
"You don't have to tell me shit, Marcus. But if I were you, I'd consider it very well." He said and reaumed punching him again, this time tearing the skin on his face with the spikes.
It was hard to watch and listen to Marcus' grunts and screams. The acrid smell of blood was becoming really hard to inhale. I contemplated leaving, but also, I wanted to be in on every single information.
My life was hanging in the balance as well.
"Tell me what I want to know!" Damien yelled out over and over but Marcus remained tight lipped. In the last one hour, he had become unconscious and beaten back to consciousness, yet, he seemed more prepared for the torture than any of us really was.
"Alexander will come for me. He knows." Marcus croaked out in a small voice.
"Don't you get it? Alexander doesn't care about you. He isn't coming to save you. He is a selfish bastard who cares only about himself and what he wants."
"Like father like son, I guess." Marcus spat, attempting to laugh, but his battered face did not let him. Damien reached for his face and punched him one more time.
"You can beat me all you want, but..." he coughed out so badly I was tempted to get him a glass of water but hesitated.
"But I would rather die." He muttered.
"Is that what you really want? Then, I assure you, I will give it to you." Damien said and hit him one last time before turning away frustrated. He walked over to the wash basin and rinsed off his bloodied hand, that the water turned red.
His phone beeped in his pocket and he pulled it out after drying his hand with a towel. One look at the message. I peeped and saw that it was a video message from Alexander.
I looked at him sharply and he moved away from me.
He held the phone closer to himself seeking privacy, and I thought it was odd. I watched as he opened the video, one look at it and the color drained from his face.
He walked out of the room and his men followed suit. Duke stayed in the corner watching me and Marcus. I looked at Marcus and he had a filthy grin on his face. Whatever was on that video, was something he knew about.
I turned and rushed out of the room, and took the elevator back up to the house. Damien was in his office.
DAMIEN'S POV
"I'LL RELEASE THIS TO EVERYONE IF YOU DON'T BACK DOWN NOW AND SURRENDER YOURSELF." I read the message over and over again, looking at the video.
How did he get his hands on this? Was all I could think of. I had to do something quickly. If Slexander released that video then everything will fall apart.
A knock sounded on my door and I put down the phone, turning away from the door to face the window. "Come in!"
From the quietness of the footsteps I could already tell who it was, but I was in no mood to be comforted.
"Hey, can we talk?" Lisa asked. I turned around to face her, everything was falling apart. Everything I had worked so hard to build.
"What is it?" I asked. I could see her countenance shift from the tone of my voice. She retracted, a frown creased her forehead.
"Are you okay? You look confused, and you looked really shaken up back there. What is it?" She asked.
"I'm thinking of releasing Marcus." I said after a moment. Her eyes widened and then she caught herself, when she realised she probably overreacted.
"Okay, but why? I mean, did Alexander say something?" She asked but I did not respond.
"Let's just say he did and I don't know what to do next, but I need time to think. I need space to think. Can you give me that?" I asked.
"Hey, we can figure this out together. You don't have to shut me out. I have been held hostage by Alexander over and over, I know how he works and perhaps we can come up with a plan together. If you feel that releasing Marcus would bait him..." i raised my hand for her to stop.
I had not yet thought it out carefully what my next step would be, but what I did not need was anybody questioning me at the moment.
"I would like to be alone now, Lisa. I don't want to talk about this right now, so, maybe later." I said and turned the chair back around.
I felt her disappointment but I was not ready to baby sit it. Shortly after she left, there was another knock on the door and I groaned out, frustrated.
"Who is it?!"
"Boss, its Duke!" He replied.
"Come in." I said and he unlocked the door and walked in. His face looked hollow and I knew something was wrong.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's Victor. We received confirmation to move the weapons going to Spain this morning and I sent some of the boys over there to collect the payments, but Victor sabotaged it. He deatroyed the goods and took the money. "
I shut my eyes, as anger raced through me. "And the boys?"
"He killed them, boss."