Chapter 25
When they bring the knife over to Don Damien, he took it from them and grabbed Brown’s cock in his hand using the edge of the knife to play with his cock.
Brown was pondering in his heart what the man was up to.
He suddenly lift the knife, placing it against Brown’s throat. “Who are you?” Brown stealthily heaved down a heavy sigh and look at him.
“I’m James Brown.” He squealed in a firm and brave voice.
“That’s nice anyway.” He chimed and pulled the knife away from his throat. “But, you’re not welcome here in my abode.”
His voice sounds right like a knife being plunged into someone heart. Brown’s emotions was unreadable, he never said anything but to keep a straight face.
“Father, I doubt you know about his Importance and how great his tactics, strategy, idea and intelligence can further helps us in this organization.”
Don Damien rolled his eyes on Brown and never spare his son any of his attention. “Tactics? Strategy? Ideas? And Intelligences?” He repeat the words, enunciating on them.
If the young man could posses all these factors, he shouldn’t be trusted at all. He might have something up his sleeves but he couldn’t figure that out.
“Help us?” He retorted with disdain in his voice. “I’ll only buy that if he could point out the person who has set you up which makes to go to prison in your stead. Untill then, he’s just a timid sheep who is strolling in the lion dens.” Damien snapped and distanced himself from them.
“The police are on the chase for me, I hope you’ve made a second plan for me to be able to live my life peacefully?” His questions was directed to his son whose mouth quivers for words, he stared at Brown who nodded his head.
Don Damien traced Robert gaze to Brown and sees Brown nodded his head affirmatively, which also makes Robert to answer, yes . He wondered what exactly was going on between them. Why is his son taking permission to speak from unknown man? “Why must you look at him before you answer my question?”
Robert hummed at his father’s words, running his fingers through his hair and said,” he’s the one in charge of everything.”
Don Damien never uttered any words as he walks out of the living room, entering the elevator as he pressed his floor button.
After Don Damien left them behind , Robert walked to Brown patting him on his shoulder. “You may put on your clothes now. I’m sorry my father treated you that way. He was probably trying to know if you are working against him. Hahaha…”
Brown gave a light smile at his words and said it’s okay. He understands, as a Don and him as a new entry, he must be doubted, trusted and proved to be worthy. And he will try his best to brings out the penetrator.
Robert winked at him, and said, he trusts him because he never fails in any of his assignments so he wouldn’t doubt his words. Robert excuse himself and walk away.
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Robert walked inside to meet his father his father sniffing cocaine. Robert cleared his throat and stilled himself at the doorway.
“Come in.” His father voice urged him to enter.
Damien knows what his son comes to say. His son was probably here to convince him about Brown, and he will talks about the reasons why he should trust Brown. He has long knows that he’s son was a gullible man, senseless and irresponsible. Damien mute himself from asking what he’s doing in his room, since he already Knows.
“Father,” Robert paused.
“Just go straight to the point.” His cold voice echoes around the room, the waves of it sending confusion to Robert.
A graveyard silence occupied the room as Robert was lost of what to say. He paused and stared at his father who was sniffing cocaine and coughed out before parting his lips. “Dad, I need you to hear this. Brown is a very good person. There’s no need for you to doubt him. He helps us to wipe away our enemies.”.
Don Damien lift his head and push in the cocaine powder at the edge of his lips inside his nostril. Just like he has presumed. His son was useless and stupid.
“He helped you to get out of jail, he brings the idea up when you were stabbed in cell. After you were convicted to court, the FBI keeps poking their nose into our business but thanks to Brown, he was the way who diverts their attention away.” Robert paused to swallow his spit and put his hand in the air, “permit me to say this,” His heart plummeted under his chest in a race. “He’s the solid reason why our organization is still standing.”
“Shut your trash Robert!” Don Damien yelled angrily with his eyes showing the extent of his displease at his son words.
When will his son ever grows up? He tried to reason but the foolish son spoke.
“Father you have to trust him or…”
“You’re a fool for that! Do you know how dangerous this mafia world is? You think other cartel are happy that we are the major one in this country? If you care to add listen and learn to your stupidity,” He paused. “I’d like you listen to this piece.”
Don Damien told Robert that the mafia word is a dangerous world. They can’t just trust someone like that when they clearly knows how they run things.
Robert on the other hand was being blinded by his own point of view. He refused to digest any of his father’s words. He felt his father was just being irrational, always thinking and doubting everyone. He was even surprise his father did not harm or kill Brown. Brown was really lucky in his hands.
“I’m experienced in this field and you’re just a kid whose stupidity will not permit to see the danger ahead.”
“If you’re that experience, why didn’t you try to get yourself out of jail? Why do I have to bother the one who will bring this cartel into a ruin to go through the stress of saving you?”
Don Damien eyes blazed with anger, he was boiling with rage.
“Don’t you think you’re an ingrate for saying that, he’s not needed in our cartel and he must work hard and endanger his life to earn your trust?”
Don Damien pulled out his gun and pointed it at Robert who stopped at his words and carefully scanned his father. His father would not dare to pull the trigger. He Knows that.
“You won’t and can’t shoot me.” Robert bluffed to his father.
“Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your only option, and the heir to this organization”
“And at that?”
“I dare you to pull the trigger on me…” Damien didn’t permit him to pronounce his words as he arched his lips in a devilish smirk, pulling the trigger.