Ownership.

The boss, who’s real name was Samuel Cother, tossed Damien’s mother on the bed.

He looked her over. Dark red hair, nice pair of tits, a shapely ass. This was going to be fun. This will teach that big piece of shit who was the boss.

“Take your clothes off whore. Or maybe, just pull up your nightie. I only need access to your asshole. I’m going to ride your ass for a while. Please, think of your son the whole time and how he loaned you to me as a play toy. You really deserve better whore.”

Monica was terrified of this man. He kept fingering his collar as he raped her with his eyes and he kept adjusting his sizable bulge with his other hand. There was no warmth in this man’s gaze.

Samuel used both hands to turn the bitch onto her belly, her butt still covered by the nightie. Taking a hold of the nightie he ripped it upwards, tearing some of the cloth that was stuck under Monica.

Standing back, he admired the ass he was about to fuck.

“Damn bitch. I’m going to enjoy this. I would have found another way to punish your son, but you and your daughter were so damn tempting.” He grinned. “She’s next by the way, and when I’m done with you, we will chain you both together and my men will have their way with both of you while you can see each other. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

A voice came from behind Samuel.

“It sure does.”

Samuel spun around and flinched. He didn’t see the strike to his neck, but he noticed all of the sudden that he couldn’t breathe and he was on the ground.

He looked up. It was that big fuck Damien.

“Hello boss.”

Samuel reaches up, trying to grab hold of Damien, but he couldn’t find the strength. The fact he couldn’t breathe was becoming rapidly a problem.

“I thought about breaking your neck, but contrary to popular belief, that’s actually hard to do. Did you know it takes approximately 1000lbs of torque to snap a man’s neck? I mean I could do it, but it takes a lot of effort. Your trachea though? That only takes about 5lbs per square inch. Fun fact, you’ll be brain dead in 3 minutes.”

Damien squatted, and looked Samuel in the eyes.

“If you had worked with me, I would have been successful enough that you probably would have been promoted. You let your dislike of me overcome your business sense. That was stupid.”

Damien leaned forward. “Just so you know. I got the green light from on high to remove you. How you ask? Eddie.”

Damien grinned. “You always thought Eddie was your eyes and ears, and that you owned him. You were wrong.”

Damien leaned back. “I don’t own him either. That pleasure belongs to your boss.. or maybe his boss.. who knows?”

Damien smiled. “I record my meetings. All of them. I then delete the ones that are incriminating, and keep the ones I find useful. Eddie was more than willing to request a green light after watching your abuse of a profitable and talented member of our little club. From what I gather, your boss doesn’t let petty shit get in the way of business.”

Damien lost his smile and gave his coldest stare.

“You threatened my family. No one touches what is mine.” Damien pauses and pushes Samuel over. Reaching around he pulls out Samuel’s wallet.

“This is a beautiful family boss... or should I say, Samuel Cother of 82 Pine Ave?”

Samuel’s face was red and bordering on purple.

“I’m going to pay your family a visit. Set an example and all that. I’m going to fuck every member of your family - yes, even your son. I’m going to ream their holes so good that when I whore them out it will be second nature. I will also personally make sure your son can’t reproduce.”

“Your line ends today Samuel Cother.”

Samuel Cother closed his eyes for the last time after that sentence. He didn’t hear whatever Damien said after that.

Jack had entered the room during Damien’s speech.

“Uhh, you really going to do that to that guys family?”

Damien stood. “Nah. Just wanted him to think I was. Not their fault he was a dip shit.”

Jack wiped his bloody hands on a white rag that he then stuffed into his pockets.

“What should I do with the bodies?”

“You have a suggestion?”

“You want them found or not?”

“Not.”

“Acid in a tub. I’ll take care of it. I get a bonus right?”

“I’ll have it for you tomorrow.”

“Thanks boss.”

Jack dragged Samuel from the room, leaving Damien with his mother. She was staring at him like she didn’t know him. Maybe she hadn’t. She still doesn’t, not really.

Damien left her there, and went to check on Victoria.