Vanya took Damien back home after they got the job done at the strip club. Damien was still nauseous from the incident. He has had to endure many torments from his father and his men but never had to hurt someone this badly.
"Finally popped your cherry, eh mal'chik?" Vanya flashed him a toothy grin. Damien didn't respond. He tried not to think about the man's screams, but he could see that face full of agony every time he closed his eyes. Guess tonight's going to be yet another sleepless night.
Ivan was waiting for them at the house. He stood up with his hands in his pockets as he saw Vanya and Damien come in. His eyebrows rose inquiringly as he stared at Damien's pale face.
"What you got?" he asked Vanya directly.
Vanya smirked. "Got the job done. He paid up."
"Hmm...good work," Ivan
