When Damien and I re-entered the club from the hallway, we walked up to the booth we were at earlier and just stood there while Marco received a lap dance from one of the girls I had seen dancing earlier. I moved a little behind Damien when Marco flicked his eyes to me and winked. He laughed when he saw me trying to hide. He then slapped the arse of the girl dancing on him and told her to leave, which she did without a word.
I looked around the room and noticed two big men, one of which was the man who dragged Damien out from the private rooms earlier, walking towards the private rooms only to stand outside the hallway like Skull and his bouncer friend did earlier in the night. I tore my eyes away from them and looked at Damien when he started to tense up next to me.
"You let me believe I killed him!" he growled to Marco.
Marco nodded his head and said, "I did."
I wanted to punch him.
He answered that question as casually as if accepting a cup of tea from someone.
"Just to keep my family in the business?" Damien asked, his voice laced with venom.
Marco shrugged as he lit up a cigarette, inhaled then exhaled, and blew the smoke in our direction causing me to cough a little. "Your brothers were born for this line of work, literally. I've heard lately that you have a way of getting * by just blinking. I could tie you into what Alec does if you're interested? Brothers on Demand, it will be my, or your, next big hit."
Marco, Trent, and the two men across the room chuckled at this, so I glowered at them.
"You're nothin' but a scumbag!" I snapped.
Damien fully stood in front of me then, which only made Marco laugh.
"Calm down, blondie. I'm not going to touch your brother's bit on the side."
Damien glared at Marco. "He will kill you for this, I hope you know that. Dragging me here was strike one, knocking Bronagh out was strike two, and using her life as a bargaining chip to keep him in the business is strike fucking three."
Marco had a bored look about him. "I can be very persuasive, Damien."
Damien shook his head. "You won't be able to talk your way out of this one, or make up some bullshit story like you did with Trent. We aren't the same people you took advantage of back in New York."
Marco raised his eyebrows and glared at Damien. "You're the men you are today because I fucking made you that way."
"Which is exactly why this is going to blow up in your face, we know all the tricks of your trades. Each one of my brothers knows the ins and outs of how you do business; they do all your work while you sit back and reap the rewards. You would be nothing without them!"
"Nothing?" Marco roared. "Who the fuck built up this empire? Me!"
Damien snorted. "You and my dad until it went to your heads. His head is full of lead now and, trust me when I say, soon so will yours."
Marco looked like he was about to clock Damien until he chuckled and shook his head then glanced to Trent and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess this side of him was what that little chinky bitch loved so much."
I furrowed my eyebrows because I had no clue who or what he was talking about and neither did Damien. Trent snorted at our expressions and said, "She only liked him for his hair colour, which is exactly why I put a blond wig in my hole with her. No one can ever say I gave the bitch nothing."
Once again, what?
"Who did you bury in Trent's grave if he is here?" Damien asked, his voice shaking.
Trent only smiled at him, which caused my heart to beat faster than it already was.
"Who did you bury if he is alive?" Damien screamed.
Marco grinned. "That little Asian chick you were dating or fucking. What was her name… Gala? She came to the house looking for you the day after the 'incident' and walked in on Trent being treated by a doc. Of course I couldn't let her walk out of there alive. She would have told you Trent was alive, and then I wouldn't have been able to cash in on Dominic's talent. Your brothers running shit for me was a plus but getting Dominic where I wanted him was my true prize. After I saw the CCTV footage of him attacking Trent before you shot him I knew your brother was a born fighter. Another plus was that kid's body was the weight I needed for the coffin that was for Trent. She probably weighed as much as him back then."
Marco and his goons chuckled while Trent growled, "Fuck you, I was a late bloomer!"
Marco continued to chuckle before turning back to Damien whose face was so red, I thought his head might pop.
"You killed Nala and buried her in Trent's grave?" he asked lowly, because his voice was shaking.
Marco snapped his fingers. "Nala, that's her name! Cute little chick, put up quite a fight."
I almost missed Damien when he moved; he was almost as fast as Dominic when he charged at someone. He wasn't fast enough though because just as he neared Marco, the man that was across the room at the hallway shot forward and hit Damien in the face repeatedly with the butt of his gun. The other man appeared next to me and fisted his hand into my hair to keep me put.