Facade

Chapter 42

Helen's pov

I smiled to myself as I read through the document my private investigor submitted this morning. It contained information about the leader of the organization here in Canada. Though there wasn't much to read, it was a step in the right direction to me. The file only stated the basic information but it had to be enough for me to device a tactic. Otherwise we are screwed!
Name: Pablo Smith
Age: 56 yrs
Address : Unknown
Occupation : Unknown
Second in command: Carlisle Ashton

That was all that was stated. No pictures, no address, no phone number, nothing. I put down the file and leaned back on my chair. Hmmm how do I approach him to get what I want if I know practically nothing about him? I asked myself. Apart from his name, it's as if he fell from heaven. He probably fell from hell with his reputation. An idea came to mind and I squealed in excitement. If I can't get Pablo directly, I'll get to him through someone close to him. Someone he obviously trusts. Carlisle Ashton.

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Damian's pov

The car pulled up in front of the villa and I got out. I picked up Karen's bags and handed them to one of the maids to keep in the guest bedroom. Mia got out and helped a still fragile Karen out. Karen's arm was in a cast and she still had bruises covering every inch of her body. She winced when Mia accidentally touched her arm.
"Sorry! So sorry!" Mia apologized profusely. Together, Mia and I escorted Karen to the guest bedroom. I made sure it was the bedroom farthest from mine. I don't think I can handle her being close to me at night. The sexual tension might just kill me.
I held open the door while Mia helped a limping Karen into the room. Karen gasped immediately she stepped into the room. Tears gathered in her eyelids and she began to sob. Shit! Why is she crying? She doesn't like the room? I stood there helpless watching Karen sob. Mia was fluttering around her, looking nervous and helpless.
"What is it?"
"Why are you crying?"
"Don't you like the room?"
"I had an interior designer work on it using your favorite colors."
"Shit! I should have known you won't like it"
Mia babbled while trying to find a place without bruises, so she could embrace Karen. I felt completely useless not knowing what to do to comfort her. I've never dealt with a crying teenager. The only teenager I've associated with is Mia. And she doesn't count because she's my sister. Besides this is not an ordinary teenager. This is a teenager who keeps me up at night with sexual tension. Thoughts about her causes Damian junior to stand. Don't ask me who that is.
"No! No" Karen said, amidst hiccups.
"Its so beautiful. I can't believe you did all that for me" She continued without giving anyone a chance to speak. I rolled my eyes at her response. Women! They are confusing creatures. You'll give yourself a migraine trying to understand them. One minute they are happy, the next minute, they're sad. It's a puzzle. Mia huffed out in relief and smiled at her. Mia sniffled and began to wiping her eyelids. I was baffled. What the hell is going on? Is there a crying sickness going around?
"Why the hell are you crying Karen?" I demanded, irritated at the scene in front of me. Karen rolled her eyes at me. However, before she could say anything in reply, Mia cuffed the back of my head and replied
"Tears of joy, you ass wipe. You wouldn't know anything about that since you are practically made of stone"
Still rubbing the back of my head, I scowled at her but kept my mouth shut. No way am I saying anything and give her a reason to increase my blood pressure. In fact, I'd better get outta her before the crying season gets worse. Who knows what the hell might happen if it does? Besides someone was waiting for me in my study to talk about something important. Don't ask me what, I don't know yet.
"Erm.... I'll leave you guys to settle" I made an excuse and got the hell outta there. I walked away so fast it could be considered as running. I went straight to my study ready to fill my curiosity.

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Felix's pov

I sat on the chair waiting for Damian. Its been over three hours since he went to pick up Karen. My pride was taking a hell of a beating with the delay. What the hell is keeping him? I was getting impatient with the delay and I had half a mind to just get up and leave. But I couldn't. Not because anything was wrong with my legs but because I had no choice. If I wanted Damian to help me, I'd have to suck it up and play by his rules. I needed him more than he needed me. And he knew it. That's why he was so smug when I slipped it into his ear that I wanted to see him in private. No one knows I'm here, not even Karen.
  The door opened and Damian strolled in, breaking my thoughts.
"Finally he shows up" I quipped. He stopped and turned to look at me. I almost piss in my pants at the look he gave me. The blank and bored look with a death glare on his face was enough to scare the bravest of men. Damian looked so terrifying that made me think he could probably given satan a run for his money with that look. I now understood why he was the head of the Italian mafia. And why he was greatly respected and feared by everyone. I gulped as he continued to stare at me. Few seconds later, he smirked and walked to his chair at the other side of the table.
"Careful the way you speak to me" Damian warned. I gulped audibly and nodded. He leaned back on the chair.
"So, what's this important discussion you needed to have with me that you insisted no one knows you are here?"
He asked. I took a deep breath, summoning all the courage I could muster. What I was about to say might get me killed or live. It all depends on his mood. How do I do this? Should I go straight to the point? Or I should approach carefully?
"I know who you are" I blurted and immediately regretted it. Seriously? I know who you are? Is that the best you can do Felix? I berated myself. Damian arched a brow at me
"I don't get you. What do you mean?"
He asked, still relaxed. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
I took a deep breath and prepared to try again.
"I know who you are. Under this facade of CEO of Carlos enterprises, I know your real identity." I explained. Damian chuckled.
"Really? And what's my real identity?" He looked more relaxed than I would have liked. I didn't want him relaxed. I wanted him interested. I guess carefully didn't work out. I'd have to blurt it out. Wheew this is not easy. I took a deep breath and blurted the one word that explained all.
"Capo"

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