"Ouch, I can't believe I've been forgotten so easily.. but don't worry, I'll remind you of my identity very soon." Damon said, and suddenly the air felt frosty, downright chilly.
Vladimir could feel chills run down his spine, he could literally feel the hands of death on his skin.
"Allow me to perform a proper introduction." Damon said and stretched out his hand, activating telekinesis. He held Vladimir by the throat.
Cortez and Zane could not believe what they were seeing.. Damon simply stretched out his hand towards the envoy, and the envoy held his own throat like it was being squeezed. What they didn't know was that it really was being squeezed, just not by visible hands.
"Two months ago, precisely on the night of the 4th, you, Carlos and a few other barged into apartment.. raped my wife, killed her, and killed my daughter. Does that ring any bells?" Damon said, his voice was dripping with hate and murderous intents.
"I-imp-possible!" Vladimir struggled to speak while still clutching his throat.
"Oh, it's very much possible, now allow me to educate you on the type of pain I've experienced ever since then." Damon calmly said, and then waved his hand to the wall..
BAM! CRACK!!
Vladimir crashed against the wall, everyone heard the audible crack of bones. Vladimir slid down to the floor, unconscious.
"Take him to the torture chamber, I'll be down soon." Damon said to Cortez and Zane who were both standing beside him, frozen at the otherworldly power they had just witnessed.
*
FOUR HOURS LATER
Vladimir was seated in a dark room, tied to a steel chair. He was all bloody, missing a few teeth, fingers, and one of his eyes seemed to have been gauged out. It looked like he had just fought against an army of Vikings. Find the original chapter at g.com.
"It seems Carlos is facing a lot problems now, he's not thinking straight anymore." Damon muttered. He had taken his sweet time to torture and squeeze every drop of juicy information from Vladimir. Damon the turned to Cortez
"Cortez, tell me, is the Fletcher gang known outside Belmont?" Damon asked. Cortez was a bit puzzled as he wasn't expecting that sort of question, but he still answered.
"Yes, they do have some influence outside Belmont due to the powerhouse backing them." Cortez replied.
"Good. I think I might have a way to take care of one of the major players in Belmont, and when the chaos begins, I'll comfortably fish in the trouble waters." Damon said. He took his tachi that was laid and table.
SWIPE! THUD!
Vladimir's head fell to the floor with a thud. Damon turned to Zane, "Put Vladimir's head in a wooden box and send it to the Dragon's Head territory. Leave a note stating that it's a warning from Fletcher gang to ward off outsiders." Damon instructed.
"Yes Boss." Zane replied. He walked towards the severed head, picked it up and left. Cortez was left standing behind Damon.
"Cortez, we will take things as it comes. I will hand over some cash, I want you to go over to Ravensfort, but as many weapons as you can.. things will be getting chaotic soon." Damon said. He then turned around to the door, "Clean this up.. make it untraceable." He walked out.
*
Carlos was on his way back to the Dragon's Head HQ building. He had tried striking a deal with the Blackwood Family, but failed miserably. Apparently, the current helmsman of the Blackwood Family had pointed out that his family can't and won't work with someone like Carlos, the reason was simple; "You betrayed and killed your best friend simply for power, what assurance do we have that you won't do the same to us?" This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
The four door sedan stopped in front of the HQ building. The driver came out and opened the back door for Carlos. He walked into 10 storey glass building. Just then a man dressed in black suit walked towards Carlos.
"Lord Carlos, we have a problem." The man said.
"Is it bigger than the fact that the Blackwood Family sees us as traitorous rats? Because of it isn't, then there's no need to bother me about it." Carlos snapped at the man.
"My lord, this is much bigger than that. Vladimir is dead." He dropped the bombshell.
"What!? What do you mean dead!?" Carlos asked, his expression was that of a furious man.
"We received a box this morning, and inside the box was Vladimir's decapitated head. A written note was left in it as well.. it was a warning from the Fletchers. They warned us from interfering or even stepping into Belmont City." The man said with gritted teeth.
"GET ME THE ELDERS!! WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!? A BUNCH OF WANNABE MAFIA LORDS!!! I WANT THE ELDERS AND FACTION BOSSES!" Carlos shouted in anger before storming into the elevator. If the Fletcher gang wanted a battle, he will bring them the war.. they crossed a line when they killed Vladimir and disrespected the Dragon's Head group. He took out his phone and made a call. A voice spoke through the phone.
"We agreed never to speak with each other again, why are you calling me?" The voice said.
"Your son is dead. Killed by the Fletchers." Carlos spoke. His tone was subservient. The other side was silent for a few seconds, but those seconds felt like hours to Carlos.
"I will be there. You owe me an explanation or I am taking your head." The voice said and the line went dead.