10. Damien
Damien
“Hello, brothe r,” I greet Dante. He used to think of me as a brother, but clearly, we aren’t blood. His brotherly treatment meant nothing.
“Damien.” He nods.
“Call me “Midas”.” I smile.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“I want to know if we can come to a truce of sorts…” I keep my demeanor calm and non-threatening. For now. He tilts his head to the side, studying me.
“We can talk.” He moves to the side and allows me to step into his home. Immediately, I start scanning for her. Brooke. He must have taken her.
“What kind of truce?” His arms are crossed over his chest, asserting his so-called power in his own home. Fucking pathetic.
“I won’t come for your family, or your friends… if you stay away from The Orchard.”
He laughs.
“That’s not a fucking compromise, Damien. Oh sorry. I mean, Midas ,” he says in a sarcastic voice, rolling his eyes.
“It is. You have no idea what I’m fucking capable of, Dante. I could fuckin g destroy you.”
“Then fucking do it,” his voice is harsh. Full of anger and emotion. How weak.
I give him an evil smile before leaving him with one final statement.
“I already have.”
I turn to leave.
He has no idea how much I have done to destroy him. I just want to make sure he knows before I kill that motherfucker.