Damian stood by the window, staring at the dark city below. His mind was in chaos, his thoughts racing. The events from the past days weighed heavily on him, but one thing kept circling his mind how everything had gone wrong. He had failed. And now Lucas was going to pay.
The door opened, pulling him out of his thoughts. His assistant stepped in, her face tense. “Sir,” she began hesitantly. “We’ve found Lucas. He’s near the docks.”
Damian didn’t speak at first, just nodded. His heart beat faster, but it wasn’t fear it was anger, pure and sharp. He had waited too long for this moment. Now, it was time for action.
“Get the car ready,” he ordered, his voice cold and sharp. He turned away from the window, his mind already racing through the plan. Lucas had caused too much harm. Damian was done letting him slip through the cracks.
His assistant left to carry out his orders, and Damian walked over to the desk. He grabbed his gun from the drawer, checking it briefly. He wasn’t taking any chances. He had come too far to back down now.
The weight of the gun in his hand felt strangely comforting. He would put an end to this. He would make sure Lucas knew the price of his actions. There would be no mercy.
As he made his way to the car, his mind flickered back to the past-how everything had started. But there was no time to dwell on that now. The anger that burned inside him pushed all other thoughts aside. Lucas had crossed the line, and now he would face the consequences.
Damian settled into the backseat of the car, the cool leather seat against his back offering little comfort. His assistant sat quietly in the front, her eyes occasionally glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
The car sped through the streets, heading toward the docks. Damian’s grip on the gun tightened, his mind focused. He had a plan, and he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way. He had been patient long enough.
The car came to a stop near a dark alleyway leading to the docks. Damian didn’t wait for the door to fully open before stepping out. He could feel the weight of the night pressing down on him, but he ignored it. This was it. Lucas was just up ahead.
He glanced around, his instincts on high alert. The docks were silent, the faint sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only noise. But Damian knew better than to believe it was peaceful. He had learned that Lucas always had his men around, hiding in the shadows.
Damian kept his steps quiet as he moved toward the spot where Lucas was supposed to be. He didn’t trust anyone, not even his own men, to get too close to Lucas. If anything went wrong, he needed to be ready.
He saw a figure in the distance, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. It was Lucas, just like he had imagined. The man stood there like he was waiting for someone, his stance relaxed. But Damian knew better. Lucas was always one step ahead.
As Damian walked closer, Lucas turned his head and spotted him. A smirk crept across his face, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Well, well,” Lucas said, his voice dripping with mockery. “I see you’ve finally decided to show up. What’s the matter, Damian? Still upset about that woman you once called your slave?”
Damian stopped, the gun in his hand now aimed directly at Lucas. He didn’t say a word, just stood there, his expression cold. His finger tightened on the trigger, the anger in him flaring up, ready to explode.
Lucas didn’t seem concerned. In fact, he started to laugh, his maniacal laughter echoing in the stillness of the night.
“Is this really about her, Damian?” Lucas taunted, his smile widening. “You’re really going to risk everything for that woman? Pathetic. She was nothing to you. Just a plaything. And now, here you are, all worked up because of her. What’s the problem?”
Damian’s jaw clenched. He had heard enough. This was no longer about words. It was about action.
Without warning, Damian fired a shot, the loud bang of the gun breaking the silence. The bullet hit Lucas in the leg, and he fell to the ground with a scream. The laughter stopped instantly, replaced by a sharp, pained gasp.
Lucas’ eyes widened in surprise, but there was something else there, too respect. He knew Damian was serious now.
“Did you really think I was joking?” Damian growled, his voice low and dangerous. His hand still gripped the gun, his eyes never leaving Lucas as he slowly rose to his feet.
Lucas struggled to stand, clutching his leg where the blood began to pool. But even in pain, there was defiance in his eyes. “You’re insane,” he spat, though there was a slight tremor in his voice now. “This doesn’t end well for you, Damian.”
As if on cue, men from both sides emerged from the shadows, stepping into the moonlight. Lucas’s men, armed and ready, surrounded the area. Damian’s own men appeared just as quickly, stepping into position, each one prepared for a fight.
The tension in the air was thick. Both sides were ready, waiting for the first move, but no one made it. Damian’s gaze remained locked on Lucas, who was still on the ground, but no less dangerous.
Damian could feel the weight of the situation. There was no turning back now. Lucas had gone too far. He would make sure this ended tonight. No more games. No more hiding.
“Listen carefully, Lucas,” Damian said, his voice steady but filled with threat. “This ends now. No more lies. No more tricks. You’ve hurt too many people, and I’m done letting you get away with it.”
Lucas chuckled, despite the pain in his leg. “You think you can stop me? You’ve already made the mistake of underestimating me. And now… well, now you’ll pay.”
Damian stepped forward, his men closing in around him. The docks were a battlefield now, the tension heavy in the air. Every movement was calculated, every decision critical. But Damian wasn’t about to back down. Lucas had made his choice when he went after everything Damian cared about. Now, it was time to pay.
The two groups stood face to face, the standoff hanging in the air. The silence was deafening, only broken by the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the occasional breath of those waiting for the fight to start.
Damian’s eyes never left Lucas as he took a step closer, his gun still aimed at him. “You’re done, Lucas. This ends tonight. There’s no escape.”
Lucas snarled, but there was something in his eyes fear. Fear that Damian might actually follow through on his promise.
Damian’s grip on the gun tightened. He had waited too long for this. Now it was time to finish it.
“You think you’re in control here?” Lucas asked, struggling to keep his composure. “You’re a fool.”
“I’m done listening to you,” Damian replied coldly.
And with that, the final confrontation began.