"He looked at her, the way she needed to be looked at. Like the whole world would crumble and he still wouldn't blink."
"That was he gift,
she filled you with words you didn't know were there".
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THE STARS SHINE on a clear crystal sky as Damien Angelo walks out of a meeting. The cool breeze of the cold night is the only thing that has kept him from going insane for the 21 years of his life.
The moon is shining brightly as Damien takes a seat on his balcony. He takes out his lighter, lighting it up while moving his thumb over the fire and then flicking it off, something he does when he is tensed or angry. He then finally takes the packet of the cigarette out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it up. His gaze is fixed upon the stars as he took a long drag out of his cigarette, enjoying the feeling of smoke filling his lungs up. He can't help but think of the night, the night which changed his whole life, and the cruel reality of the world came down on him. The engine of the car turning on grabs Damien's attention, "Here we go again" he says out loud as he stubs his cigarette out and flick it across the balcony, and gets ready to complete the mission he was assigned for tonight.
Unlike many eight years old, Damien had to face the cruelty of losing both of his parents. He was left alone in the world and was bought up by his nanny who he treats as his mother. She cared for him beyond any belief, making sure he was supported and got anything he asked for, which wasn't much.
Damien was a happy kid before his parents died. They were a happy family of 3, celebrating every holiday, going on vacations, but everything was lost now. He had hopes of finding happiness when he was young, but now he wasn't so sure, he had given up completely, especially with a job like his. He wasn't sure if somebody had the guts to love him.
But despite going through all the trauma, one couldn't tell that he had been through hell at such an early age. His exterior was intimidating, with the height of 6'4 he stood tall over many people, which added to his scary behavior, and with the face and body of a model, he got attention from a fair amount of ladies.
Walking down, he gets into the car and ask his bestfriend xavier, "ready to have fun"? To which he gets a "hell yea". He leans his head towards the window, feeling tired already and thinking to himself, ''lets get over it''.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Damien walks into the basement of the one of his safehouse, which was one of his hideouts incase something happened.
I'll take it from here". He tells one of his men.
He rolls the sleeve of his white shirt as he sits down.
"I heard you have been stealing from me"? He asked the men who was hanging from a poll and was beaten.
He stood up again and walked towards him while smirking.
He pulled on the men's hair as he said '' i hope you know what i do to people who do me wrong''.
The men coward away while begging for his life as Damien began to sharpen his knife in frot of him. He could see the fear in his eyes as he tried to plead with him.
Damien slapped him, ignoring his plea.
'' Tu tenias esto viniendo''. He said.
He pressed the knife against the men's throat, smiling as the first beads of blood trickled down his skin.
He dug his knife hard and the men screamed.
''Dont worry, this is just the warm up'' Damien laughed.
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ya'll please bear with me i promise it will get better 😭.
