CHAPTER 5

He groaned. How much further did he have to go just to get Rainier to show some semblance of any emotion. Or maybe he got the wrong Intel? Nah! No one would be THAT dumb to mess with him. Except the dumb fuck from the café. He turned around to look through the windows and saw that he wasn't there.

"Hello?" Damien's voice cut through his thoughts but that only fueled the anger he felt from before.

"Do you have him?" He knew he didn't have to say who it was. That's why Damien served as his right hand. It sucked though that he would more often than not keep his father updated about the things he did.

"He's in warehouse 3 right now, just a few miles out of town" he said immediately, not even needing to mention a name. Only one person woke up today and opted for a highway straight to HELL. It was now his time to meet the devil that would be sending him there.

"Good," he spat as he hailed a taxi. He knew that there was someone watching him. He could feel it deep down in his gut and thus opted not to use his car just in case he got tailed or they connected his license to the Angelo Mafia. He didn't want cops to be a pain in his ass again today, he had already had enough of these annoying pests. Although his plate was not that full, he did not want to waste the energy.

Getting in the taxi, he gave his office's address and sat back. He thought back to the events with Rainier and it immediately drew an automatic smile from him. He may have been rejected again but with his acting, he knew he had wedged his way past his ever-present defense. He had left an imprint. He just hoped he doesn't lose any face in front of him anytime soon.

Arriving at the office, he went to the underground garage. He didn't want to dress up in any of his Armani suits just to take care of little insects. He wasn't even sure if that pest was worth the effort he was already putting in, but then again, that pest made him lose face in front of Rainier. When he reached the garage, Damien was already there waiting for him. He got in the back seat and leaned back as he let out a tired sigh. It was too early in the morning to deal with filth like that, it was 9 in the god damn morning for fuck's sake. He wished he could just crawl into bed, under the covers and revel in the success he had with Rainier that day. But he didn't become the heir of their mafia just because he could do the shit he wanted, but it was a bonus. He smirked.

"Want me to get you something for the headache?" Damien asked. Cassian looked at his from the rear view mirror with an expressionless face. He was thinking. It wasn't the first time Damien had been paying extra attention to him but this time it made him feel a lot queasier.

He broke into a soft smile and shook his head," I'll be okay. Let's just take care of that pest first," he said in an icy tone as he turned away to look outside the tinted windows.

The drive was awfully silent but not an awkward silence that needed to be broken. They were both lost in their thoughts and if need be, they would be shared.

"We're here," Damien said as he parked the car behind the warehouse. Cassian sat up and smiled at him as he got out of the car. He stretched as he got himself ready. He didn't remember the last time he had had as much fun as he was about to have today. He hummed a tune from a song that he had heard a few days ago and had been stuck in his head ever since.

"Isn't it ironic that you're humming 'Play with fire' considering what you're about to do?" Damien smirked.

"I can't help it. It's a catchy tune," he said with a shrug and gave a smirk of his own as he opened the door to the warehouse where that little fly was waiting for him. But was it appropriate to refer to him as a fly? He did buzz about all morning trying to tick him off, which was successful on his part. Maybe he should call him a bird, because he thought he could spout all that shit on him and just fly away unscathed. He thought wrong. Cassian wore his friendliest smile as he approached the cheap suit guy who was tied up and blindfolded. He loved the smell of fear that shrouded the air. It made him ecstatic knowing that he had caused it. He let out a loud boisterous laugh that could rival the craziness in The Joker's laugh. He saw the guy shiver and tremble like a weak dying leaf in the middle of a thunderstorm. Were it not for the chair being bolted to the ground, he was sure there would be making rattling sounds with how much he shook with fear.

"Did you miss me?" He whispered right next to his ear. He watched as recognition flooded the guy's features. He loved that part of the game. When the prey realize the person they fucked with was not some puny college grad with only financial backing and no influence. When they found out they should have taken the high road while it was still an option.