Inside the Central Police Interrogation Room
The door creaked open, and Rico, the head detective, strode in, his footsteps echoing through the dim, cramped room.
"Well, well, if it isn't Damon Moon, the infamous Mafia Boss," he remarked, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Damon at the small table illuminated by a single dangling bulb.
Damon gave a smirk. "If it isn't Rico Styles. Long time no see, my old friend."
"Yes, indeed. Now, tell me—why did you kill an officer?" Rico's voice was cold, edged with barely contained fury.
Damon burst into laughter, his mocking tone filling the room.
Behind the one-way mirror, another officer clenched his fists, seething at Damon's arrogance. Their captain was dead, and here sat his suspected killer, laughing like it was all a joke.
"You're laughing?" Rico's composure was slipping.
"What, you want me to cry?" Damon scoffed, then began to mockingly sob.
One officer, unable to control his rage any longer, stormed out of the observation room and into the interrogation room, his face contorted with fury.
"How dare you!" he snarled, lunging at Damon in a blind rage. But Damon, with his honed reflexes, sidestepped the attack and countered with a powerful punch to the officer's cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth.
Rico rushed to his colleague's aid. "What were you thinking?"
"Are you really going to sit here and let him mock our captain?" the officer spat out, furious.
Rico took a deep breath. "Trust me, I want to break every bone in his body. But there's a protocol. We can't just take matters into our own hands."
Damon straightened his suit, watching them with a smirk. "Apologies for interrupting your little lovers' spat, but can I go now? I've got places to be."
The officers exchanged a glance, their anger flaring, but they knew there was nothing they could do—Damon Moon was untouchable.
"You're not going anywhere!" Rico snapped, his restraint finally shattering. In one swift motion, he grabbed Damon by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
"Oh, that's not very nice, Mr. Sty—" Damon's taunt was cut short as Rico punched him, hard. Damon's head jerked to the side, his lip splitting open.
Before he could react, Rico struck him again, and again, until blood dripped from Damon's mouth.
Damon spat out the blood and, for a brief moment, stayed perfectly still. Then, like a coiled spring, he delivered a brutal punch to Rico's abdomen, sending him flying back.
Not giving him a chance to recover, Damon lunged, delivering blow after blow. Another officer rushed in to intervene, but Damon shoved him aside, sending him crashing into the wall.
Officers from the observation room burst in, desperate to stop the fight. But even with their combined efforts, they couldn't separate the two men until one officer finally pulled out his taser and fired.
Damon collapsed, his body twitching from the shock.
"What in the hell is going on here?" The chief of police burst in, alerted to Damon's arrest.
"Sir—" an officer started to explain, but the chief cut him off with a slap.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" he barked, turning to Damon, who was still recovering on the floor. "Mr. Moon, I apologize for my officers' incompetence," he said, helping Damon to his feet.
"Chief!" Raymond, one of the officers and Rico's closest ally, lost his composure. "How could you?"
The chief raised an eyebrow. "Are you speaking to me, officer?"
"Chief, he just killed our captain, and you're helping him!"
The chief of police gave a cold smile. "Didn't you arrest the killer?"
"Yes, but he worked for Damon," Raymond shot back.
"So, if you killed someone, should I be arrested just because you work for me? Is that what you're saying?" the chief countered, his tone sharp.
Raymond was about to retort, but Rico placed a firm hand on his shoulder, cautioning him. Any further argument would only bring trouble.
"You—apologize to Mr. Moon and release him. Immediately," the chief ordered, his glare fixed on Rico.
Rico turned to Damon, swallowing his pride. "I'm...sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth.
Damon's smile widened. "Apology accepted," he sneered, then turned and strode out of the interrogation room, every step a victory.
Outside, Damon's men were waiting for him.
"Boss!" Zach, his right-hand man, rushed up. "How'd it go?"
"Perfectly," Damon replied with a grin, slipping into his car as they drove away.
Back Inside the Interrogation Room
"I expect a full report and apologies from all of you by Monday morning," the chief barked before storming out.
Once he was gone, Raymond kicked the table over in frustration.
"Raymond, calm down. Don't make this worse," Gary, his senior officer, said gently.
"Calm down?" Raymond laughed bitterly. "How can I calm down when our chief is kissing up to a Mafia boss who killed our captain?"
"Ray, enough," Rico finally spoke, his voice heavy. "The chief is right. We didn't have grounds to hold him just because his subordinate is the suspect."
Raymond sighed, Rico's words slowly deflating his anger.
"I'm heading home. See you all on Monday." Rico called it a day, exiting the interrogation room. Raymond followed close behind.
"Rico," he began hesitantly.
"What?"
"Uh...about your sister..."
Rico rolled his eyes, amused. "What about her?"
"Could you, uh, help a brother out?" Raymond's cheeks flushed.
Rico chuckled and walked away without another word.
He knew Raymond was smitten with his sister but too was shy to ask her out. The poor guy needed to find his own courage; He wasn't about to make it easy.
Later, at Home
Rico entered to find his parents deep in conversation, their faces lined with worry.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
His mother gasped when she saw his bruised face. "What happened to you?"
He laughed softly, hugging her. "Just another day at work." He stepped back, taking her hands. "What's wrong?"
"It's your sister..."
Rico sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion. "What has she done again?"