Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Rise

TWO YEARS LATER

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In a dark, wet alleyway of 504 Greenhill Street, just near the dumpsters— a bleeding man is surrounded by five other men wearing black suits and dark shades, each of them holding a gun to his head. A black Cadillac parks near the alleyway, blocking its only entrance and exit to the main road— giving these mobsters their own privacy.

The man is sent to the muddy, grimy floor— begging for his life. “Please don’t do this! Have mercy on me! I was only told to do it!”

The drizzling rain covered the man’s muffled cries, making him unnoticeable to the people walking past the street. But even if someone had noticed them, they wouldn't dare interrupt. After all, the Black Vigilantes was a former mafia group and now works as the government’s lapdog. 

A huge business, for the Blackwell family, head of the mob.

A woman’s powerful heels then join the scene— Ash Harlock’s haunting footsteps caused the man to tremble even more. 

“Is this him?” 

“Yes.” One of the members said. “Caught him ripping and throwing paper evidence into the toilet. Remnants of the victim’s DNA is also sprawled across the scene.”

“And the police?” 

“They allowed us to manipulate the scene as always. I spoke with the lieutenant. The case is all ours.”

“Good.” Ash nodded and smiled sadistically. “Bag him up. Bring him to the car. The young master will question the man, himself.”

“Affirmative, Captain Harlock.” 

The woman turned her head, causing her silver-colored hair in a braid to flow in the midnight breeze. The man’s whimpering sounded like music to her ears as she returned to the vehicle. From where she was walking, she could spot Master Damien’s silhouette from behind the frosted windows. The male was looking directly at her. 

The man was brought into the SUV, and it drove off as nothing had happened. They pull off the sack from the man’s head and the first face he immediately sees is Damien Blackwell’s. He had a sharp, cold look on his face; with his dark-rich hair combed, a few strands peeking from above his forehead. He wore an expensive suit which suggested that he had just come from his work at the company. 

Damien’s legs were crossed. The man freezes to his core. 

“W-Where are you taking me?”

Damien smiled at him and rubbed his hands together before leaning forwards to hear him better. “That will depend on your answers. Let us not waste any more time. Did you rape and kill the governor’s daughter?” 

“I told you already! I was only paid to do it! I didn’t touch her!”

“Ash.” Damien turns to the girl. “Break every finger for every wrong answer he says.” 

The girl sits beside the male, takes his hands seductively, and smiled. “Gladly, master.”

She slowly bent the man’s fingers, causing the man to skitter like a fish in pain. “No!!! No!!!” he screamed.

“Did you do it?”

“No!!! I didn’t! No, please! I didn’t rape her!!!”

Damien’s venomous green eyes dilated. “Ash. Break it.” 

The girl’s smirk grew wider. She bends another finger more, until the man beside her surrenders. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was me! I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to! I am sorry…”

Ash’s smirk faded into a line. She then placed the man’s hand to the wall, and then crushed her elbow against it, breaking his wrist. The man lets out a harrowing cry before she stuffs a dirty rag in his mouth. 

“You didn’t mean to rape a girl? Hah. So what did you do then? Did you sleepwalk and fuck her in the process?” 

“Ash.” Damien called out her name. 

She grabbed his jaw and slammed him across the wall again, causing the entire car to shake. Tears streamed out from the man’s eyes. “How does it taste? Those were the same rags you stuffed on her mouth when you kidnapped her. How does it feel to have no voice now?”

“Ash.” Damien called her again, this time with a firmer voice.

“I’ll make sure you’ll end up in the same cells of people with the same personality as you. You will be dragged across the floor and fucked bloody, so I suggest you tighten up that—” 

“Ash.” Damien grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her away from the crying man. Ash realized she had gone too far. “That’s enough.”

“Tch.” The girl returned to her seat, clenching her jaw. 

The governor’s daughter was a pre-schooler. Yes, a child. A child who was abducted and killed after they’ve had their fun. This is the very reason why Ash couldn’t possibly digest the feeling of letting him live.

“He is going to get every punishment he deserves.”

“AHHH! My hand! My hand!!!” the man screamed at his broken and bleeding wrist. “Y-You! You will fucking pay for this! All of you! Especially you girl! My daddy will make sure all of you will be killed! I swear it! Mark my fucking words!

“Shut your mouth, boy.” Ash grabbed a pillow and threw it against his face, causing him to fall into the couch. The boy did not rise any further. Within seconds, he passed out.

“Tch.” Ash gritted her teeth and sighed. 

Damien turned his head to Ash and sighed at her as well. “What was that all about?”

“What?” Ash replied back, clearly pissed off by the entire situation. 

“Your emotions got the better of you.” Damien sat beside her and pulled a cigar from his pockets. “Aren’t you in this field for so long?”

Ash Harlock turned her head away and kept her eyes on the road. “My apologies, Master. I just cannot handle cases like these. Little children… I can’t imagine what monster would do such a thing. They deserve nothing but hell.”

“I agree with you on that.” Damien offers her a cigar, but she refused. “However, it would’ve been nicer if you had controlled yourself a little bit. They asked for the criminal in good condition, not a cripple.”

Ash pouted. “Again, apologies, master. I will ask the physician to see him later. However, please do not expect too much from this person. I won’t be calling an expert, he ain’t a priority.” 

“Of course, Ash.”

The vehicle then passed into the main intersection where the tallest buildings were. Damien’s eyes traced the beautiful glowing skyscrapers, when he happened to lay his eyes on the huge billboard television. There a beautiful woman was seen cutting a ribbon, welcoming the start of a new company. 

Ash grinned and nudged Damien’s arm. “That’s her, ain’t it?” 

Damien focused his eyes on the screen.

Reporters were all around, fawning over the successful couple. The couple that they could have been. 

“You still love Clarissa Norwood?” 

Damien glared at her, and she quickly looked away. “Alright, alright. I get it. No need to be so angry, I was just asking.”

He listened more, not because he was entirely interested in winning Clarissa’s heart back, but because he needed to know what he must do to take revenge on the people that ruined his life. 

The reporters cheerfully then mentioned about the couple’s new business. A smirk tugged on his lips when he realized what a new business meant. Ash looked at him. 

“You look like you’ve got a plan.”

“Yes, I do.” Damien carefreely shrugged and relaxed against the car’s cushion. “Aren’t we launching a new product next week?”

“I have no idea, Master. Are we?” she raised an eyebrow at him. “Why you gotta ask me? I got no control over Blackwell’s tech business. I’m just bodyguard.” 

“Well, I will repeat it just because of your cluelessness Ash— since you do not really pay attention in council meetings. Yes, we are launching a new product next week.”

“And?”

“There will be a party. For investors. Invite the couple into the banquet.”