Chapter 5

"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw. 

"Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode. 

Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. 

The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength in an unobtrusive way. He strode with purpose and authority as if he possessed a hidden, leonine might. His mesmerizing, crystal-blue eyes had always been praised as his outstanding feature. When they were a-light with joy, they could shine as bright as the evening stars, sloe-shaped. They could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire at other times, they bewitched all those who fell under his steady gaze. 

There was something about Damon that drew people to him. It didn't hurt to say that he was a good-looking man, but it was more than that. He was quiet, but not out of painful shyness. It was a reservedness, like a conscious choice to observe the lie of the land before he got involved. 

It wasn't like he sat down one day and planned to be like that, it was just the way he was. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. He was handsome from his generous opinions to his perspective on life. People who didn't know him, thought he was a man of positivity, only if they knew him better. He had earned that respect. From everyone. He had worked hard throughout his way to the top. It wasn't easy, it was never easy. 

"Get the car ready. It's time I pay this rat the last visit." Damon spat as he raked his hands through his hair. 

"Right away boss." Salim nodded and Rhodes stood up buttoning up his suit jacket. He couldn't just leave his boss alone. He would accompany him anywhere he went. He was his shadow after all. 

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It was evening when the car stopped in front of the hospital with a loud screech and out stepped Damon hands in his pocket followed by Rhodes as both of them took long strides inside the large entrance that looked smaller compared to their unmeasured auras. 

Without glancing elsewhere, both of them headed to the floor Frank's room was at. Eager to punch him black and blue. 

Just as they stepped out of the elevator, both of them stopped in their tracks at the sight in front of them. 

Damon felt someone was fisting his heart in their hands as his eyes landed on a man hovering over a petite nurse, sucking each other's faces off. 

Valerie. It was her. Without a doubt it was her. Just one glance and he averted his gaze away from the couple perched up on the wall unaware of his burning eyes, spitting fire in their direction.

"Boss! Is everything alright?" Rhodes's voice snapped him out of his reverie and he just nodded before turning around and marching away in the opposite direction. 

She was nothing special. Just the same. A slut. No need to run after a fucking slut who can't respect her own workplace. 

Barging inside the small office of Frank, his eyes landed on a frail man who looked up startled and as his eyes recognized the man, Frank stood up, hesitantly. 

"Mr..... Mr. Ly-Lysander... It's amazing to see you...." The man trailed off as his eyes resembled that of a person knowing that his time was near. 

"Is it really?" Damon gritted out with a tilt of his head and he could almost see the man pissing in his pants. 

"Y-yes Mr. Lysander. How come you are here. How is Ms. Lysander doing?" He asked hesitantly, fearing any moment the brooding man in front of him will explode. 

"Tell me one thing, Frank." Towering over the frail man Damon roared. "Was it so easy to betray me? Huh?" His voice fell an octave low and even Rhodes tensed a bit at his boss's voice. It was like a calm before the storm. A storm in the form of Damon Lysander who will destroy each and everything in its wake. 

"Mr....." 

"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up." Grabbing him by his collar, Damon pushed him against the wall. "I thought I fucking made it clear that I hate liars. And you motherfucker went behind my back and betrayed me." And that was followed by a punch that had Damon's knuckles cutting open. 

"You thought you could sell information about my sister to Draco and I wouldn't get to know." Bellowed Damon as he pushed Frank on a nearby chair and rounded him as a predator does to a prey, inspecting him. 

"I-I am so-sorry Mr. Ly-Lysander it won't happen again," Frank begged pathetically and Damon just smirked. A glint in his eyes that Rhodes knew so well. 

"You know Frank how I torture those who even think about hurting my family?" Suddenly Damon was right on his face and the poor man could only wheeze looking at the tall man whose eyes were burning in rage. 

"I throw them to my hungry dogs." He smirks as the man pisses himself and Damon could only shake his head. 

"Now get ready to be my dogs' meal of the night. They would surely like a treat." He grinned before moving away and nodding at Rhodes who himself nodded in acknowledgment. 

Somehow they brought out Frank and took him away without anyone noticing. 

This time when Damon was leaving, he didn't feel anything. Not even glanced back to maybe catch a glimpse of a woman in blue scrubs that had his head in a frenzy. But not anymore. He was a fool to think, that she was different. When she was not. 

Surely not her again.