Chapter 5 Fallen Angel

• Damian was going through documents about ongoing deals with their alliances when Chris suddenly rushed inside the office room.
• "Boss, the girl regained consciousness," he said quickly.
• Damian immediately set the papers down and headed toward the torture room. When he stepped inside, he saw the girl trembling. Her hazel eyes filling with terror the moment they landed on him.
• "Pl...Please leave me... I haven’t done anything…" she begged, tears streaming down her delicate face. Her busted lips trembled as she spoke.
• Damian frowned as her accent sounded American, not Spanish. But he didn’t dwell on it for long. What caught his attention was how those pleading eyes made her even more beautiful now that she was awake. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, and with each one, she stiffened, fear written all over her face.
• The closer he got, the more unreal her beauty seemed as if she didn’t belong in a place like this. Her presence in the bloodstained tortured room felt so wrong.
• But none of that mattered when Damian recalled that she was the sister of Ander Paredes, and that alone sealed her fate. Whatever story she had or innocence she claimed, it didn’t change a thing.
• "You’re the sister of Ander Paredes, right?" Damian asked, kneeling in front of her so their eyes met.
• She stared at him, uncertainty flashing in her wide eyes. Then, as if looking for help, she glanced at the other men in the room before clamping her lips shut.
• "Are you deaf? I asked you something," Damian snapped, grabbing the arms of the chair she was tied to and making her flinch.
• "Ye...Yeah... I’m…" she stammered in a panic.
• Damian smirked. So there was no mistake. She really was Ander's sister.
• "Did any of them touch you in the wrong way while kidnapping you?" he asked, standing up.
• Her lips quivered. "Th...They ki...killed Tessa... Th...The maid…" her voice broke, fresh tears spilling over.
• Damian rolled his eyes. He wasn't expecting Ander's sister to act so vulnerable and cried over some dead maid. But he had no patience for this.
• "Just answer what I asked, damn it. Did any of them touch you in the wrong way?" he growled, irritation flaring as the veins in his forehead popped.
• She shook her head instantly.
• Damian nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief, then took a few steps back from her.
• "Your dear brother dared to mess with me, and he owes me a lot. So, I want you to tell me where he is now," he said, standing tall in front of her, his tone calm yet threatening.
• "I... I don’t even know where he is..." she replied, her brows knitting together in confusion.
• Damian didn’t buy it. To him, it looked like nothing more than a well-rehearsed act. He stepped closer again and gripped her jaw tightly, making her whimper in pain.
• "You should drop the act and speak honestly if you want a chance to spare your life," he warned, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
• "I... I'm being ho... honest... Believe me, please... I don’t know where Ander is..." she cried out.
• Damian’s grip tightened, making her gasp. "What an endearing love you have for your brother, huh? Willing to die for him? What is it... his dirty money, or did your brother really fuck you too good to shut your mouth?" Damian scoffed, watching her closely.
• She froze, her body going rigid, as if he had struck a nerve. But what pissed him off more was that she didn’t even try to defend herself. She just sat there, silent, refusing to answer.
• Damian clenched his jaw, his patience running out. He had the sudden urge to slap her across the face, but he forced himself to hold back.
• "You're lucky I don’t hit women myself. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now," he sneered, before releasing her jaw.
• He then turned away, stepping toward the door. As he did, he heard her let out a soft sigh of relief. A wicked grin spread across his face.
• How naive. Did she really think he was letting her go that easily?
• As he walked out of the torture room, Scott followed him outside.
• "Call Esther," Damian ordered as they climbed the stairs out of the basement. "I need straight answers about Ander’s whereabouts. Make sure Esther gets it out of that girl at any cost."
• Scott gave a firm nod.
• Esther was one of Damian’s best hitmen. And he knew very well that when it came to breaking people and pulling secrets straight from their souls, she never failed.
• After giving his orders to deal with the girl, Damian finished up some paperwork before leaving the warehouse and heading home.
• As he drove through the dark streets, the image of the girl's tear streaked yet angelic face kept flashing in his mind. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the thought of her, despite how frustrating it was that she was Ander’s sister.
• But something felt off. She didn’t look anything like Ander. In fact, she didn’t even look Spanish. The thought unsettled him more than it should have.
• "Ugh… Why the hell am I wasting my time thinking about that fool?" Damian muttered, exhaling sharply as he lit a cigarette, hoping to burn away the irritating thoughts clouding his mind.
• Just then, his phone rang. It was Scott. Damian smirked, expecting to hear the girl had finally broken and spilled everything.
• "So? Where is he?" Damian asked as he answered.
• There was a long pause before Scott finally spoke.
• "Boss… The girl might really not know about Ander."
• Damian’s grip on the wheel tightened.
• "What? And what makes you so sure all of a sudden?" His voice was sharp with irritation.
• Scott hesitated before answering.
• "Esther questioned her over and over, but she kept saying the same thing. Then she… well, she beat her up pretty badly and..." He paused without finishing what he was saying.
• "Di...Did Esther kill her?" Damian asked, a sudden wave of horror washing over him for the first time in a long while at the thought of someone being killed.