Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 187

Giovanni:

The silence in my office was never just silence.

It was a weapon. A weight. A promise.

The last thing that I would have expected was to send men following her, the one woman that I expected to never betray me. But if her mother had done so, why was I surprised when she did?

I took a whiff of the cigarette that I had in my hand before blowing it. I waited as I listened. My arms crossed, one foot tapping idly against the marble floor, while one of my men, a lower enforcer I didn’t bother to remember the name of, stood with sweat sliding down the back of his neck.

Of course he was afraid. She was the last person that he wanted to find himself crossing.

But after that new made Mira I believed died, I knew that I was going to need to put a stop to everything that was around. I knew that I was going to need to keep an eye on her, though she did not admit it. I was no fool. I knew that she was going to be the one person who would be able to do it so skillfully as not to get caught.

Flashback:

Screams filled my ears, making me frown in confusion.

She cried out. I heard her voice and then a thud so loud that I got up from my chair, heading towards the living room where I found her body.

Her bones cracked, they were broken. The back of her head was bleeding, but I was no fooled. This did not happen now. The amount of blood that was on the floor told me that it must have happened earlier. Blood covered her neck.

“What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know. She just fell. She must have tripped. I don’t know what happened.” Another maid said, her eyes wide in surprise. Her heart raced against her chest and she rushed to the woman. “We saw her standing at the edge and then suddenly she just jumped.’

“Why didn’t anyone stop her? Why didn’t anyone call?”

“We tried but she wouldn’t. Her eyes seemed to be blank. We tried to speak to her but she just jumped.” Another woman’s head running down the stairs. “She was screaming before, she was saying that she didn’t mean to ruin everything, that it was not her intentions, that she did not know that things were going to get this far, and then she just suddenly jumped.” Delilah, whose eyes met mine as she walked down the stairs, had her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at me. “I didn’t think you to be a man who would be caring about a maid. If she wanted to die, I don’t think that it is something that I would bother you.”

“Did you have something to do with this?” I asked, looking her dead in the eye as I walked towards her.

“Now, why would I kill a maid, father? I have a lot of other things to take care of. A maid is not one of them. Unless, of course, you believe her to have a reason. Did you kill her? Is there anything that you’ve done or had your men do to her? She’s been screaming nonstop.” I grabbed her arm, making her wince, but she did her best not to make a sound.

The maids already gathered around the girl, wanting to save her, as if wanting to find a reason to make her live whatever it was. I glared at Delilah, my grip tightening.

“I am going to ask you this question once and you are going to answer it. Did you kill her?”

“I have no reason to bother with a maid to answer. No, I did not.” She said, her eyes darkening with anger. “Now if you will excuse me, I have my sister to go and take care of.”

End of Flashback.

It was at that moment that I realized that I was raising a Viper within my home. A Viper that I was willing to do everything in my power to end. And I knew what I needed to do. Whatever snake that was inside my home, the only way to get rid of it was to cut off its head.

“She’s at the office, sir,” he finally said. “We followed her, just as you had said.”

I stopped tapping.

“Whose office?”

“Damon Lockwood’s.”

I turned my gaze toward the window, watching the wind stir the leaves just outside the estate. My jaw clenched.

Of course.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I had seen it in her, Delilah’s shift. The softening. The way she began to look at Lysandra like she mattered. The way she began to speak slower, weigh her words, walk with more hesitation. And the way that made died. Everything just linked to something different.

It wasn’t fear.

“When she steps out of that building,” I said coldly, “I want a bullet shot at her.”

He blinked. “You want her dead?”

“I want her humbled. I want her bleeding. I want her reminded that loyalty is not optional. That choices have consequences. And that betrayal…” I stepped closer, my voice a near whisper now, “…betrayal has a price. The bullet is going to hit her leg. If she can run, then she can hide, but if she cannot, run. Then I believe that she will know whose mercy she will fall under. We’ll see what the Lockwood would do to save her. That’s if, of course, they do.”

“Yes, Alpha,” he nodded, and turned quickly, retreating through the doors like a man who knew his life was worth less than a hesitation.

I sat in my chair, letting the quiet return.

Delilah thought she could challenge me?

That Lysandra’s pain made her invincible?

Let her feel a taste of fear again.

Let her feel what it meant to cross the man who carved her place into existence.

Because I had created her…

And I would not hesitate to destroy her.

“Now it’s time for you to see what it is to stand against me, Delilah…”