[Damien's POV]
Luckily, it's a silencer and so no sound was made.
His body yanks to the ground backward in a loud thud.
Daven's face squeezed as he locked eyes with me, piqued by my act.
"You killed him" daven muttered not too loud as his respect was still there.
I shrugged my shoulders, nonchalant about what I've done.
"His useless fight piss me off"
"We are in the public sir"
"In a lonely alley?" I countered using the muzzle of the gun to scratch the crook of my neck.
"With cameras" he pointed out in a respectful tone and I kissed my teeth, running my fingers through my hair before they connected with my jaw.
"Well, his phone...try hacking it or something"
"He has no gadget sir" he pointed out and I scoffed, tossing the gun inside my pants pocket.
"Just call the cleaners and let's call it a day" I mused feeling drowsy as my head still hurts but I didn't want to make it obvious.
"Aren't we seeing Harry?" He questioned and I growled, throwing my head to the back.
