Chapter 9 - The Banishment
"No! Damien, please! The Russians will skin me alive!" Silas wailed hysterically, crawling desperately across the dirty concrete toward Damien's polished black shoes.
"You stopped being my brother the second you put a bounty on a newborn baby," Damien replied, entirely devoid of any human mercy.
He didn't shoot him. A quick death in the warehouse was far too generous for the monster who had shattered his family.
"Strip him," Damien commanded his massive guards.
The enforcers stepped forward. They violently ripped the expensive grey suit jacket off Silas's shoulders. They tore the gold watch from his wrist and confiscated his encrypted phone. They completely stripped him of his wealth, his armor, and his pride.
"Throw him in the trunk of the car," Damien ordered coldly. "Drive him directly to the Russian cartel's headquarters. Tell the boss that Silas lost their money. Let the wolves handle the thief."
"No! Please! Damien!" Silas screamed hysterically, thrashing wildly as the guards violently hauled him to his feet.
They dragged the weeping, humiliated traitor backward out of the warehouse. His pathetic cries echoed through the night until the heavy metal doors slammed shut, entirely swallowing his toxic existence into violent ruin forever. The threat was permanently, brutally neutralized.
Damien turned to Dr. Hayes, who was cowering on the floor.
"You have twenty-four hours to leave the country," Damien stated. "If I ever see your face in Chicago again, I will not be as forgiving."
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The doctor scrambled to her feet and ran into the darkness.
👉 The bloody cleanup was finished, and Damien finally returned to the penthouse to claim his greatest victory.
