Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 164

"Please do not take it the way my dumb son has presented it. It's not really a big deal."

Mr Marcot stabled his voice. He, and the rest of the group noticed the rage traveling across Damien's face. None of them knew what to expect. All they could do was wait to see things happen. But while they waited, they couldn't afford to give the wrong impression. The wrong impression would only but draw chaos.

"You might not understand the details of this on the surface, on the ordinary. But I tell you that, if you find a time to think about it, listen to us explain, you would understand that we have no choice but to --"

"Is there a detention room in this building?"

Damien's voice became hoarse.

"Huh?"

The men went quizzing. Mr Marcot's voice was the loudest. As should be.

"Denzel..."

Damien attention was back to Denzel who nodded,

"Yes, boss. There is."

Damien took a pause for a while. He didnt look at any of then yet. If he was to act based on impulse, he would be forced to beat all of them to pulp, beat them until they can't move any part of their body. He wouldn't stop until he had taken their lives.

But he didn't want to do that. That would only cause him more problem. He needed enough time to think things through first. And he couldn't keep seating there, else he would be a slave of his emotions.

He turned to Matthew,

"Lock them away in the detention room till I'm ready to have a talk."

He got up on his feet.

"Mr Damien... You can't do that."

"No one has ever done that?"

"Why would you lock us away in detention?"

"You do know that we are men of interest in this state, you can't..."

He charged at one of them and throttled him, lifting the bulky man with one hand. The rest watched in utter dismay; what kinda power a young man who looked light on the surface had.

He put pressure on the throat of the man, wanting to make an end. Just a snap would be enough. The man kept struggling but he couldn't fight himself free. He was way too weak to withstand the rage and prowess of the pissed off Damien.

Damien, taming his beast, dropped the man on the floor, making him crash against the wooden part of the chair. The man rolled to the floor, graoning.

Damien could swear that he wanted to say a lot of things but he couldn't find the words. He had been affected greatly by what he heard about the girls.

Though he would pretend to the girls as though he didn't care about them, but he found himself getting worked up whenever a situation like that arises. Perhaps, he didn't know how he felt. Perhaps he hadn't been true to himself all along.

"Lock them away..."

He stressed then walked towards the door. When he got to the door, he stopped. He turned back to them. The men shuddered.

"In short, Matthew come with me. Denzel... lock the men away. You have five minutes to give me a call... of success."

"Boss... but the..."

Damien wasn't ready to listen to the complains of the lad. He got the door and stepped out. Matthew followed him at once.

"Do you trust him to do a good job?"

Mathew asked, catching up with him. Damien took a glance at him,

"I'm not in a chatty mood, young man."