The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 76: Alina

Chapter 76: Alina

"What is it?" Xavier asked, seeing that Damien had a frown on his face.

Damien gave him his phone and Xavier took it reading the text message on it.

"Fuck...." Xavier cussed, raking his hand through his hair.

"That bitch is crazy. Did she think you guys were in a relationship or what?" Xavier snorted.

Damien shrugged, "Men have been chasing her throughout her adult life. It must be hard for her to process that someone doesn’t want her."

Xavier chuckled, "It would have been worse if you had married her. God I wonder how you were able to entertain her for that long. She is so annoying."

Damien rubbed the back of his neck and put his phone back into his pocket.

"You know I was just using her to get my hands on that document from her father."

"Well I don’t think the man and his daughter are happy about you getting married. He wanted you to marry his little princess."

Damien glanced at his driver,"Yeah... I think I know who he was giving the information to. I just have to find out how much he told them."

"Bring him to a standing position," Damien ordered to the guards as he approached the table in the back of the room.

He sighed as he looked at the various instruments and tools on the table. It’s been so long since he tortured someone. He missed the adrenaline and thrill it gave him.

He picked up a large drill and four long screws.

Grabbing a metal chair, he dragged it over to where his driver was being held, making a loud scraping noise as it moved across the floor.

He positioned the chair facing backwards and sat down, leaning forward on the backrest and looking at him with a smirk on his face.

The man looked back at him with a mixture of fear and uncertainty in his eyes. He tried to hide his fear by frowning and speaking with a deep, menacing voice.

"You know I’m not saying anything.."

Damien nodded and took out a cigarette and lit it inhaling deeply. He held the man’s gaze as he exhaled the smoke.

"How long have you been working for me?" Damien asked calmly.

The man swallowed and averted his gaze. Damien could see the guilt lingering on his face. But it was too late for that. He hated betrayals more than anything.

"You know I promised your father I was going to take good care of you."

The man froze clearly; he wasn’t expecting Damien to say that.

"Because of the respect I have for him, I will make this easy."

Damien said, speaking through his cigarette.

"Who were you leaking the information to? On your phone you were sending our business deals and plans to an unknown number which we can’t trace. Who is it?"

"Go to hell. I’m not telling you anything," he shouted, leaning his head forward.

"Hmm....how much did Victor pay you?" Damien asked, his tone stern as he took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Or should I ask how long you have been fucking his daughter?"

The driver’s eyes widened, confirming his suspicion that he had been screwing Alina when she was with him.

Damien couldn’t believe that she had been using his driver all this while. He didn’t blame him though. Alina was a vixen. Her father’s perfect weapon to weaken his enemies.

Lust was a man’s greatest weakness and Alina Kotov was a woman born to feed on that weakness.

As the only daughter of the leader of the Russian mafia she had been trained her whole life to be a deadly weapon.

A female seductress whose kisses were deadly. If not because he needed that shipping documents from her father he would have never entertained her.

Now she has this crazy idea that she owns him and he belongs to her. Crazy bitch.

Well he did promise to marry her though once she got her the documents. And when she brought them to him he cut all ties with her.

Now that he thinks about it it was weird how she didn’t show up or contact him again. Knowing her personality she wasn’t one to give up.

She probably had been plotting something.

"I already told you, I’m not saying anything," the man sneered through clenched teeth.

"Wrong answer," Damine replied, still looking him in the eyes as he pressed his cigarette against his forehead, causing him to scream in pain.

The sound of his cries was music to his ears. After a few moments, he removed the cigarette and flicked it to the side.

He picked up the drill and revved it a few times before turning his attention back to the man.

Damien placed a screw on the center of his hand and stared at him as sweat began to form on his forehead.

He smirked before drilling his hand to the chair, causing him to let out a loud cry of pain.

"What information have you been feeding your mistress?" Damien asked again as he picked up another screw from the floor.

The man remained silent, only letting out a small whimper in response to the pain. He stared at Damien with wide eyes, his breathing ragged.

Annoyed, he impatiently drilled the other hand to the chair, causing him to cry out once more.

"Tell me what you have told her?" Damien asked again as he stood up.

"Pl-please let me go....I’m sorry!" he shouted as Damien moved his chair out of the way.

"Wrong answer again," Damien said, annoyed, as he kicked him in the chest, the same spot where Xavier had kicked him. The chair tipped over and he fell to the floor, the chair bouncing slightly.

"You know....I’m curious about how big your dick is for Alina to fuck you."

Damien said, tilting his head as he picked a knife.

"Maybe I should find out." Damien said, running the blade in between his thighs.

"If you don’t tell me why you were feeding information to her and how much you have told her I will cut your dick and send it as a package to her."

Damien warned moving the blade closer to the tip of his cock.

"Okay, okay, okay, I’ll talk, fuck,!" the man shouted as Damien held the blade near the base of his shaft.

"Alina and her father are coming for you and your whole family. He wants to take over your business. He knows about Rhys and Beatrix. Also all your business plans and most of your secrets. I placed a tape in your office and in the house.

Even if I’m dead, they will still take control. They’re coming for you, Niarchos so you better be ready," he said, his voice full of malice as he smiled and let out a raspy laugh.

The thought of Alina and her father, threatening his family, made him furious. No one messes with his family and gets away with it.

He quickly moved the blade to his throat and, with a swift motion, he slit it open. He returned the knife to its holder before walking back to Xavier. His eyes were wide and he was deep in thought, his hand pressed against his chin.

"My office. Now," Damien said, his eyebrows furrowed. They made their way to the exit.

Before leaving, he looked back at the guards and then at the driver’s convulsing body.

"Send a package to Alina Kotov." He said pointing to the dead body.

The walk back to his office was silent as they both tried to comprehend the threat made by the driver.

The Russian Mafia was not to be taken lightly.

His mafia was known as one of the most powerful in the world, with their closest rival being the Italians.

However, the Russian Mafia had them outnumbered. They were allied with the French, and with their combined numbers, the two Mafias could easily overpower them.

Xavier sat on the couch in his office as he sat behind his desk. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and his hands on his chin.

"Fucking Russians.," he finally said, looking over at Xavier..

"Well....we should have known that he was going to take revenge. He wanted his daughter to marry you so that he can have access to your empire. Now that you’re marrying someone I’m sure they’re mad."

Damien nodded, "Knowing Victor he won’t plan to attack me without any support. There must be a bigger force backing him."

Damien said, crossing his arms.

"I think the early you marry Beatrix the better. We need the help of the Italians to help take down Victor once and for all."

Xavier suggested.

"Our Mafia is powerful enough that, with the support of another powerhouse like the Italian Mafia, we can easily defeat the Russians and all of their allies."

Xavier added.

Damien frowned. With their current situation, how was he supposed to just marry Beatrix?

It will crush Rhys. God. Will Beatrix even agree to marry him now?

A/N: Beatrix-Italian Mafia

Alina-Russian Mafia

Damien-American Mafia.

Please if you have any questions or you’re confused let me know. Was dozing off when writing this hehehe sorry.