“D--Damon, please,” the one on the left begged.

“You’re only gonna prolong this war,” the one on the right said. “There’s already enough innocent blood being shed.”

Damon ignored their pleas and turned to Liam instead.

“How many mouths do I need to send a message?” he asked.

“Just one,” Liam replied.

“That’s what I thought.”

* BANG! *

Without wasting another second, Damon had pulled the trigger. He didn’t even need to look and he shot his target straight in the head. The guy on the right went limp as there was a clear bullet hole on his forehead.

“You can send the message,” Damon said to the guy on the left who was shaking through and through. “Damon Van Zandt does not forget,”

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Damon tried wiping the blood on his cuffs, but it was no use. There was too much splatter and now his suit was ruined. He climbed up the stairs in annoyance and found Adrian waiting for him at the door.

“It’s done,” Damon announced.

“That was fast,” Adrian followed as Damon kept walking.

“It’s not even afternoon yet and I’ve already ruined my suit,” Damon sighed.

“For someone who’s not Italian, you speak like a true Italian,” Adrian chuckled. “He just killed a man but he’s worried about his suit.”

“What can I say? Death is just a natural human process. Right, Adrian?” Damon shot Adrian a knowing look.

“Right,” Adrian’s smiled turned flat.

Damon stopped at the door to his study and Adrian stopped as well. Adrian opened his mouth and it looked like he was going to say something, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“I’m taking a quick break. Send my number one in,” Damon said quickly. He didn’t wait for Adrian to answer and he just left, disappearing back into his study.

As soon as he was inside, Damon let out a long sigh and took off his bloody suit and shirt. His toned body was all muscles and there were marks and cuts all over. These were battle scars that he’d accumulated all these years.

Damon made his way to the desk and stared at the stack of files before him. He was obsessed with eliminating the Maranzano family, which was the biggest mafia family in New York and a long-time enemy to the Luciano family. The files in front of him contained data of the Maranzano businesses as well as their key players. The two guys downstairs were only pieces of pawns to his chess set. Damon only needed them to send a message to their king, Victor Maranzano, that his family’s glory days are coming to an end.