Present … Two girls walk out of the back door of the club clad in a two-piece, well if you can call a couple of strings on their bodies being dressed. They are about the same age as me. Soon, a man follows them out. He looks familiar. Wait, I know him. I think he is from our neighbourhood. Oh yes, his daughter is in my class. Will he help me, after all, I am as old as his daughter? I am still wondering about that, when he leans closer to one of the girls, and then gives her bare ass a tight squeeze. I gulped, looking at the awkward scene in front of me and abandoned any thoughts of asking him for help. If there were any doubts in my mind about what type of club this was, they have cleared. I am not even sure why I am here. I should not be here, at this hour or any hour. Earlier that day… “Omertà! Omertà!” Who was that? That sure sounds like my father. But that can’t be, can it? I might as well have imagined it. It’s already 8pm, and I have been up and running since 4am, bu
Present Just then, I heard a loud gut-wrenching growl, and I knew they heard it too. How can there be an animal in New York? I looked around to see where it looked from. That is when I hear one of those girls scream. And against all my better judgement, I stepped out of the car and ran towards the screaming girl. The almost naked girl is now covered in blood. I’ve never seen so much blood, ever in my life. Things couldn’t get any worse than this, & just then I heard a powerful voice snarl. “What is this child doing here?” Earlier that day I’m not sure why I’m here. All my belongings are packed away in the car, and here I am dressed in this chic dress, attending this lavish party at Don Luciano’s house. After my father’s announcement this evening, Maria told me I was to attend a party with them and post that they would drop nana back. There was no explanation for why I had to pack my stuff. Most likely I am going to be staying with nana. This topic has come up many times,
“What is this child doing here?” I hear a husky and powerful voice snarl at someone. The voice alone is so commanding that I am forced to look up, to answer the demand that the voice has put forward. As I looked up, I came face to face with a pair of beautiful but cold grey eyes, bottomless grey orbs that could pierce through anything. I have no idea who he is, all I know is that I am terrified. The source of my dread right in front of me, with his perfectly pointed nose, thin lips, chiseled jaw, could have been an angel. But his eyes rage a war of their own, and despite those angelic features, he looks like the devil himself. The week-old stubble and boisterous jet-black hair sealed the despot look. His imposing and frightening aura is like never-ending darkness, a black hole that will swallow you through. He just screams danger!! Instilling a strong sense of fear in everyone around, including me. Unable to hold his piercing gaze any longer, I quickly looked down, releasing mysel
A hand reaches for my face. I can feel the roughness, the calloused fingertips, but its touch is feather-light. Caressing my cheek, making me feel warm and protected. As I start to relish the sheltered feeling, a finger starts to trail down my cheek to my jaw and continue its journey down my neck. I feel something again… it’s an alien feeling like my skin has come alive and is dancing to the touch, leaving goosebumps in the finger’s path. I have never felt like this before. The sensation forces me to open my eyes and confront the source, and that is when I come face to face with those daunting grey orbs, blazing with anger and irritation. “Run Stray Run!!” as I hear those threatening words, my body bolts into action, and I start running. I am in a jungle and I run as fast as I can,, towards what I don’t know, but one thing is sure, and that is, I am running away from those grey eyes. I can hear noises in the background, loud growling, swords slashing, people shrieking. I am t
Lucifer’s POV I can see the child losing her balance, but I catch her before she hits the ground. As I hold her in my arms, I can feel her soft curves against my body, the slight swell of those breasts against my chest, and as if on cue her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress, reacting to the contact between our bare skin. ‘She is not a child!!’ my beast & cock moan in agreement, but I ignore it. “Great!! Now, what is wrong with her?” I barked, irritated with my beast. “Well let’s see!” Set starts counting on his fingers, maintaining his usual nonchalant style hooded with sarcasm. “Exhaustion, dehydration from crying too much, she has blood pooled around her feet, a man just killed himself, and the fact she was given away as a tribute today. I think the fainting spell is highly deserved brother, don’t you agree.” He is being oversensitive here, which is so not him? “Fine, she had a bad day! Why did you have to take her with you? You could have returned her to her
He was right!! I did not need a passport. None of them did!! We simply got off the plane, and into a big black SUV, zipping out of the airport without any interruption or checks. Not that I have ever stepped out of New York, forget about traveling across international borders. But even I know that you do need a passport to travel across countries. International borders are a part of the school curriculum, isn’t it? What kind of money & influence would make it possible to travel without passports? Is this how the rich & powerful live. There were about seven-eight SUVs for a dozen people, who had exited the plane with us. Well if you can those ‘giants’ people. Now if I come to think about it all these guys look somewhat like the members of the Luciano family. They all have the same very non-Italian physical similarities, that are hard to miss. They are all tall, super muscular making them more intim
Augustus Agosti was standing in all his six-foot three-inch glory in front of me. I know he is an Agosti and that should be enough of an introduction, but I have no idea who is he. There are mentions of the Lucifer and the Agosti brothers, but this man standing in front of me must be in his late forties or at best early fifties. So, not their brother!! And I know Lucifer had killed their father, so who is he? I mean you can see the similarity in their features somewhat. But he feels more human in many ways. He has kind eyes that wrinkle at the corner, and a broad warm smile that makes me want to smile back. He looks regal but still warm, to the usual cold & raw vibe I have seen with the two Agosti brothers. Following others, I too bow my head to pay my respects to him. “Oh no sweet girl, you don’t have to do that.” He says, shocking me & everyone around me. “I am just so glad to have you here! Come
Set’s POV Strangely, Lucifer moved this meeting to Avo’s office instead of his own office. We barely use Avo’s office. All thanks to that unreliable lift, Avo barely uses his office. Not that any of us needs a lift, even Avo at his age, but we need to keep up the pretenses for visitors. “Buon Giorno Avo! Hey Luc…” As I look around his office, it’s only Avo there, sitting on the sofa next to his desk. A smile starts playing on my lips, this is certainly a first. “He’s late!” Avo says smiling, with an extra emphasis on the word late. “Really! is that so,” I say, unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice, I take a seat opposite him. Lucifer doesn’t do late, ever, and everyone knows that. Lucifer always has everything planned, always. Even during his anger spells, he thinks through it all, the repercussions of his irrational actions and