Chapter 211: Man with a golf stick

T/W: violence ahead. Proceed with caution.

Damien’s POV

My phone starts to ring and I stop moving in the middle of a situp to look at the device.

Pocket watch.

I snatch the phone off the floor with a growl. I’m not in the mood for his robotic gloating. I’m in mourning and I’ve watched every single clip of Zane I have...yes, every single one from the day I put him in the special cell till now. There’s nothing left to console me and I’m a heartbroken man.

Pride plops down next to me and Prejudice continues to run around my room like a rocket on dope. My Prejudice has no prejudice when it comes to life and I love it for him. I love my kids and can’t wait to bring their green-eyed, apple scent daddy back home.

I hope Zane likes dogs, if he doesn’t...I’ll make him like them.

"What do you want, fucker?" I spit out as I finally accept the call.

"It’s me" Noah’s voice filters through the speaker and I drop to the floor. My abdominal muscles fucking hurt. Looking this good comes with its pros and cons. Cons include endless workouts, pros include having an endless list of beauties to warm my cock.

"Little Gold, what did I do to warrant a call from you, hmm? You finally realized I’m the brother with the bigger dick?" I smirk as I make the senseless joke.

"Kai got hurt" he says flatly and I sit up so fast that my screaming muscles forget to burn.

"What did you just say?" I ask and he huffs before repeating the sentence.

"Someone hurt Kai" he says.

"Who is it? Where is Elias? Why the fuck would Elias let someone hurt Kai? Send me their pictures right now" I say rapidly as I get up and head for the door. I’ll get to the hanger and take one of our jets to South Korea. I’ll pay for the unexpected expenses from my own pocket.

"No. It’s not someone here. The person is online. Kai has been talking to them in a gaming community a while now. I’m not tell Elias because...well...Elias is here with us and I don’t want Kai knowing that I told on him" Noah rambles and I calm down slightly.

"Do you have a name?"

"Not a real name, just the name Kai saved his contact as" Noah informs me and I nod. I go into my brother’s room and find his computer. He’ll know I came in here, but we can worry about that later. "Thank you for letting me know, Noah. I’ll handle it from here" I say and end the call.

The lastborn of my family is awfully shy, but his online persona is loud and confident. He has multiple communication apps and I have the time to go through them one by one. I skim through the chats and find one user whose texts are sitting in the hidden request section of the social media app.

Orrlandio:

Hey. I’m from the gc.

Wade wanted to meet up.

Hey? Whyyt?

Can you reply?

Fuck you. You’re an alpha, so act like it, bitch.

Ykw actually. Wade wanted to give you a good bitching.

You want to pretend to be an omega? We’d do what we do best to omegas.

My alpha rages as I read every single message. My baby brother will not be disrespected by these fuckers. If Kai wanted to, he could have hunted them down, and he would have taken their pathetic lives. It’s a pity he’s too calm for it. I sit in his leather chair and type a response to the Orrlandio guy.

Whyyt:

Let’s meet up.

Orrlandio:

Lmaoo

What’s with the change of mind?

You miss Wade?

Whyyt:

Yeah.

Orrlandio:

Nice.

I’ll share our location. We’ll treat you well.

LMAO.

I smirk as I see the location. The idiot is just a few minutes outside of Gottingen. My family home is already on the edge of the city, so it’s nothing to me. I can drive down right now and change their lives for the better.

"Oh you idiots..." I grin. I know Kai chose to talk to that fucker because he lives nearby. My little brother must have thought he’d find affection and he wanted it to be close to home. I don’t get why he’s shying away and letting this hurt him. The Malachi Deus I know could have fucking crawled in through this Wade’s window and murdered him in cold blood.

"I guess I’ll do it myself" I whistle as I leave his room. I run into mom who eyes me suspiciously. "Where are you off to, little Demon?" he asks and I shrug.

"Just..."

"Just clean up every trace that might lead to us. Remember the feds are on us and I am in no mood to deal with legal papers with a grandchild on the way" he says and I hug him. I adore my mother. He is the world to me. I kiss the top of his head and he pats my cheek lovingly.

"Stay safe" he mutters.

"See ya, mommy" I give him a two finger salute and head for the garage. I choose to ride in my simple Chevrolet Silverado. It has been sitting idly and there are a few nice ’tools’ in there. A spanner, a pair of surgical scissors, and a golf stick.

I blast the radio and sing along to Carly Rae Jepsen’s Call Me Maybe. Maybe I’ll drop by my nightclub to empty my balls before returning home...violence gets me hard.

When I finally arrive, I am greeted by the sight of four college boys. I seem harmless, so they continue to talk, tossing a bottle of lube between themselves as they laugh at whatever joke they’re sharing. That one with the perfect teeth irritates me. To kill or not to kill...that’s the question.

"Hi" I call as I get out of the car and they turn to look at me.

"Yeah? Can we help you?" the biggest one asks gruffly. The rest of them look polite. They seem like the kind of kids with bedtime curfew and the other shit proper kids have. "Yeah, I’m looking for Wade" I say and one of them lifts his hand.

"I’m Wade" he says.

"Ah...uh...you wanted to meet with me" I say.

"Whyyt said he has whitish hair and he sent me a faceless pic of his body...you’re not him" Wade says smartly and I smile like a proud dad. Good. My brother didn’t show his face to these assholes.

"Okay, I lied. I’m not Whyyt, but I’m actually very interested in this tea" I say with faux excitement.

"Fuck off, this is none of your business" the big guy says and I pick out the golf stick and the scissors.

"You were collectively going to molest my baby brother" I say and beckon for any of them to approach me. They don’t move. I have a plan and I need them to cooperate.

"Yeah, so? He was asking for it by acting all omega and bitchy" Wade says.

"Baby, omega and bitchy shouldn’t be in the same sentence, unless you’re complimenting them like...you know what I mean" I say with a roll of my eyes, taking a step closer and snatching the lube out of the hand of the teeth guy. I pop the cap on the bottle and dribble some of the clear substance on the handle of the golf stick.

"Who is this...who is this fucker?" the last one stutters.

"I am the fucker who will fuck you up. Now, all of you, except Wade, kneel. Kneel with your face down, ass up, and cheeks bare" I instruct and they look at each other like I’m insane. Don’t get me wrong. I am insane and it’s my pride, but I don’t like a challenge.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hold him down" the big guy says and I draw the first round of blood. I stab the scissors into his meaty upper arm with a wet squelching noise. The guy screams bloody murder and drops to the floor. They’re acting tough but have no idea what to do with real violence...tsk.

"Shall I repeat myself or do I have to cut every single person here?" I ask.

"Please! Sir please, it was just a prank! My mom is..." Wade starts to beg and I laugh darkly.

"My mom is fucked in the head, yet he raised me well...what’s your excuse for wanting to violate someone who trusted you emotionally?" I ask and when no response follows, I give them a smile as I order them in a voice they can never say no to.

I use my born alpha voice.

"Kneel" I command and they kneel. "Now expose those cheeks for me. All four of you were going to violate one guy...I’m doing you a favor by using one stick" I say with chirpiness in my tone. They pull down their pants and I make sure the handle stays well lubed before I play.

Halloween came early for them.