Chapter 18 Payback
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[..]
“Did you want anything else, father?” Armaros asked, as his face was still cold and emotionless, but inside he was burning with anger, but he couldn’t show his father because that was what he wanted, what he had always wanted.
“No, I’ll be in touch when I need anything.” Damon spoke, walking towards the door, while he lighted a cigarette, as he stepped outside, Damien followed.
“Why the hell are you just letting this slide, father? Armaros is a fücking liar, he has something going on with her, and I know it!” Damien growled, as Damon turned around and glared at Damien.
“Shut up, Damien! I’m not fücking blind, I saw how she looked at him, but maybe that’s a good thing.” Damon spoke, as he took another hit of the cigarette.
“What! How can ‘that’ be a good thing?” Damien asked with a frown, as he threw his arm towards the door.
“Because I finally have a chance to get what I want,” he replied, as he continued to focus on his cigarette.
“And what exactly is that?” Damien asked, as Damon looked at him.
“I have my reasons, but tell me.. Is she showing any signs of having any kind of abilities?” Damon asked.
“She is a fücking werewolf, they're light when she heals, but she has zero control of it – she can’t even change to a wolf when she wants to.” Damien explained, not sure what his father actually wanted with this information.
“Well, she definitely takes a lot more after her mother than I first believed..” Damon grinned, as he was letting his hand glide down his chin.
[Stella’s POV]
After some time, the door suddenly opened, and Armaros came in. Compared to before, he now seemed worried, but who was I to know if this was just another attempt to manipulate me, because I didn’t feel like I knew who he was anymore.
“Are you okay?” He asked, when he had closed the door behind him.
“What do you think? You just let him hit me like that - You didn’t even care!” I yelled, while I tried to keep myself from crying.
“Of course I care, but if he knows you mean something to me, what do you think he is going to do?” He defended.
“So you’re scared of him, is that it?” I snarled at him.
“No, I’m not scared of him, but I’m scared of what he might do to you if he finds out how much you actually mean to me, ‘cause despite what you might think right now, you are everything to me, and I hate what he did to you.” He explained as he walked closer to me.
“He used my whole childhood, trying to make me into that coldhearted monster that you saw to begin with – by taking everything I ever cared about and turning it against me, Stella! I can’t risk that happening to you.” He spoke, as he gently cherished my sore cheeks before he placed a kiss on both of them.
“I love you too much to lose you.” He added, before he placed a kiss on my lips and pulled me close.
[..]
Armaros stayed with Stella, just lying on the bed holding her, until she fell asleep. When he heard a light knock on the door, he placed a kiss on Stella’s forehead, before he raised himself from the bed and walked to the door and opened it.
Outside was Baal, who glanced shortly over Armaros’ shoulder, before he turned back to him.
“Shax told me what happened, is she okay?” Baal asked, as Armaros stepped out of the bedroom to talk to him, while closing the door behind him.
“She is a little shaken up, but I think she will be alright.. I actually need you to do me a favor.” Armaros spoke, as Baal nodded, as he seemed very serious.
“Of course, what do you need?” He replied as Armaros looked around.
“I am going to make Morax and Damien pay for what they did.” He spoke. Baal looked a bit taken aback, not because Armaros never punished anyone - he did that rather frequently - but because it was Damien.
“But Damien is your brother, your father will be furious if he finds out,” Baal replied with a frown.
“I don’t fücking care anymore, he has stabbed me in the back for the last time, and now it’s time someone teaches him that his actions have consequences.” Armaros hissed, as Baal nodded.
“Fine, then what is the plan?”
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Damien, Morax, Corson and Dagon were playing poker, as Armaros and Baal walked down the stairs.
Damien stared towards it when he heard their footsteps.
“Wow, look who has chosen to enrich us with his presence!” Damien spoke out loud in a taunting tone, making everyone turn in the direction.
Even if Armaros most of all wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face here and now, he knew he needed to stick with the plan.
“We have a job to take care of, Damien, so shut the fück up and get that àss of yours over here and let’s go!” He bit, making Damien put the cards down.
“Why should I? You are full of shít all the time, Armaros, and you lied to our father in his fücking face - but from where I stand, I guess the little wolf of yours probably felt betrayed too, right?” Damien spoke as he grabbed his cigarette that was resting on the ashtray and took a hit.
“You know what? Fück it, I’m not doing this shít anymore!” Armaros growled, he picked up his gûn and pointed at him.
“Get your ass off that chair and go!” He yelled, as Damien looked unimpressed.
“Tell me, how often do you need to pull a gün on me, Armaros? It’s starting to get pretty boring.” Damien spoke nonchalant, but as Armaros fired and hit the wall behind him, he flinched.
“What the hell, man! You could have hit me!” Damien snapped, but Armaros didn’t care.
“The next one will, if you don’t get out of here in the next five seconds,” Armaros warned him.
“You’re bluffing, father will kill you if you do.” He spoke, as he narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t seem completely convinced by his own words.
“Wanna try me?” Armaros spoke coldly, as he this time pointed directly at Damien.
“Two seconds to decide..” Armaros added as he loaded it once again and pressed lightly on the trigger.
“Fine! Stop being so dramatic, Armaros.” He hissed, before he stomped towards the door.
“You too, Morax!” Armaros announced, as Morax looked at him with big eyes as his Adams Apple bobbed, as he slowly raised from his chair and followed Damien.
“The rest of you just stay here, Baal is going with us.” Armaros explained, as everyone nodded but didn’t say a single word.
[Stella’s POV]
When I woke up, I realized Armaros was nowhere to be seen, so I walked to the door to see if he was outside the room, but he wasn’t there either.
I then continued down the hall as I stopped by the top of the stairs’ as I glanced towards the end of it.
I could hear voices, so as curious as I was, I decided to listen a little. Maybe they knew where Armaros had gone to.
“.. Do you think he’s gonna kill them?” Corson asked.
“Fück no, at least not Damien, he is his brother..” Dagon replied.
“.. But Morax is probably dead meat by tomorrow,” he added.
“All that trouble for a little wolf, it seems a little far-fetched, don't you think? I mean he has killed werewolves several times. Why would he kill one of his own men for one? It doesn’t make any sense.” Amon spoke.
“Didn’t you hear anything of what he just said? Damien ratted Armaros out to their father about his _‘thing’_ with her and Mr. Mortem actually hit her, even I witnessed that,” Corson stated.
“I’m not deaf, but we are talking about Armaros Mortem here. He never shows emotions for anyone, he is known to be a coldhearted bastard to every damn girl who has ever crossed his path - maybe he was just mad about his betrayal.” Amon stated.
“Come on! Don’t be stupid, why would he keep her for that long or let those wolves go if he didn’t feel anything for her!” Dagon shot.
“So what? She actually seems nice. What is the problem?” Jinn asked.
“What the problem is!? She is a werewolf Jinn, use your fücking brain!” Amon shot.
“They are fückable, but they are still the enemy, and we already have them on our fücking necks because he chooses to keep her here.” He added, annoyed.
“So what? He is the boss, it’s not our job to tell him how to do it.” Jinn spoke.
“Maybe not, but the safety is being compromised the longer he chooses to keep her here. He should just have handed her over to Moloch when he had the chance, instead we have to deal with this shít!” Dagon stated, as many of them agreed with him.
“You are fücking stupid if you even consider doing something to her, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t want any part of this!” Corson growled, rising from his seat.
“Me neither!” Jinn added, as he raised too.
“Who says we are gonna do anything? We have the right to state our opinions, don’t we?” Amon spoke, as he crossed his arms.
“I mean it, Amon. Armaros is not the forgiving type and you know it. You did hear what he did to those who were spreading the rumors, right?” Corson warned him, as he leaned over the table.
“Of course I did, and I know, you don’t have to fücking tell me.” Amon replied with a growl.
“Good, then try to remember that, next time you consider something that stupid, or you end up with a bullet hole in your head.” He stated before he left the room, as he was followed by Jinn.
“Damn, a drama queen!” Dagon chuckled as he picked up a cigarette pack, and lit one.
“Let’s just play,” Amon hissed, avoiding the topic any further.
I began to sneak up the stairs again.
Was that really what he was doing? Using his time on taking revenge and killing people, how original. I really liked the sweet and caring side of Armaros, but was I able to accept the other part of him, that was cruel and vindictive? - No, I knew I didn’t just like him, it was more than that. He was my mate and though it was hard for me to grasp around, I actually loved him.
[..]
“Please don’t do this, Armaros, I’m sorry! I promise never to go against your orders again!” Morax begged, as he was bound to a chair, bleeding from his mouth, nose and head.
“You are right.. You won’t,” Armaros spoke calmly, as he shot him.
“Now, I hope you have learned your lesson, this will not repeat itself.” Armaros, spoke, as he turned around.
Baal was standing behind him, as Damien was bound to a chair too, as he had evenly gotten his àss kicked.
“The only reason I’m not killing you, is because you are my brother, but if you ever, and I mean EVER interfere with my business again, then I won’t care who you are.. I will kill you!” Armaros warned him angrily.
“Fine, I get it! - have it your way - stay with that fücking bítch for all I care, I’m done with this shít.” Damien hissed. Armaros grabbed him by the neck as he looked at him.
“Don’t call her that!” He shot.
“From now on, you just keep your opinions to yourself and when it comes to our father, you do not tell him shít!” Armaros stated.
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“I need to go to El Diablo tonight.” Baal stated, as Armaros looked at him shortly, as he was driving the car.
“You aren’t still gambling, are you?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow.
“No, I promise, I’m done with that, I just need to meet Gomori and Leyak, it won’t take too long.” He stated, as Armaros nodded.
“I have no idea what you want with those lowlife idiots, Baal, but anyway, I’ll call Jinn to get a car to pick you up, so you have one when you need it. I have something else to do before I go back home as well.” Armaros replied, as he pulled in close to the club.
“Thanks, I appreciate it, see you later.” He stated before he walked out of the car and Armaros drove off as soon as the door closed.
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When Armaros returned to the mansion, he already knew that Baal had returned almost an hour ago. He stepped out of his car, as the door opened.
“Armaros Mortem!” A voice suddenly yelled as Armaros turned around with a frown on his face, as a man he didn’t recognize suddenly grabbed a hold of him and pushed him harshly against the brick wall.
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