Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law Chapter 14: Chapter 14: His One Weakness.

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DAMIAN’S POV. A slow, mocking cough broke through my thoughts. I blinked and looked down and saw Alonzo staring back at me through bloodied teeth and a swollen face. That was it. The anger I'd been holding back finally got the better of me, and I kicked the base of his chair as hard as I could. The metal legs scraped across the concrete before the chair tipped backwards. Alonzo barely had time to gasp before the back of his head slammed hard against the floor. I stormed toward him and swung the wrench across his face, snapping his head violently to the side. "Agh… " Alonzo choked, coughing up blood onto the floor. "You don't know a damn thing about me!" I roared as he stared up at me with wide, terrified eyes. "I don't give a shit about his approval. I don't give a shit about his legacy. I am not him. And if you ever speak his name or mine in the same sentence again, I will make sure the last thing you ever see is your own blood on this floor!" Fucking rat, I thought, the dark hunger in my gut twisting into something lethal. You actually think this is about that rotting crown? I don't give a goddamn about the throne. All I want is her. Elena Petrov. And I want every miserable bastard who dares to look at her with those filthy, starving eyes to end up buried six feet under. I leaned down, my voice dropping to a low, jagged hiss. "You’re a fucking common thug, Alonzo. That is why you're tied to that chair, and that is why you’ll never understand how a real empire functions. You think this is about the Vitale throne? That's because men like you can't see beyond what's sitting right in front of them." I paced around the chair, and Alonzo’s eyes followed me. He was clearly terrified, and he finally seemed to understand that his games were over. "My organization doesn't need to 'snatch' anything," I continued, my voice steadying into something even more dangerous. "We have the data, the access, the flow. We control the parts of this city you can’t even see. But do you know why you're really here? It’s simple. You’re a liability." I stopped and drove my boot into his shoulder, making him flinch and hiss through his bloodstained teeth as the last of the fight seemed to drain out of him, replaced by the realisation that he had crossed a line he hadn't even known existed. "Your gaze wandered to things that don't belong to you," I whispered, my voice cold enough to stop his breath. "And in this world, some things are so precious that even looking at them can get a man buried." I leaned in much closer, close enough to see the panic spreading across his face. "If you ever let your gaze wander again," I whispered. "If you step even an inch out of your pathetic lane, I'll make sure you vanish. I will wipe every record of your existence from this world’s memory. You won't even leave a stain behind.” Alonzo's face drained of colour as he finally saw the cold reality behind my stare. For the first time that night, he understood this had never been about the throne or the empire. It was a warning. And judging by the fear settling across his face, he finally understood exactly where the line was and what would happen if he ever crossed it again. I stepped back and tossed the wrench onto the concrete. It landed with a loud metallic crash that echoed off the warehouse walls. With one final look, I turned and started to walk away, but the next words out of Alonzo's mouth stopped me in my tracks. "Is that why..." Alonzo asked through a pained cough. "Is that why you broke Vincenzo's hand too? Because he offered to help you take the throne?" I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. For a moment, I just stood there in silence, my hands curled into fists as I fought the urge to turn around and put him through the wall. No, you stupid bastard. I broke Vincenzo's wrist because he called her an insult. Because he thought he had the right to speak about my woman like she was beneath him. I was one step away from turning back and finishing what